The interior journal. [volume] (Stanford, Ky.) 1872-1881, 1873-07-04

4 utth NNHlutn NV Ana Ahtnf
Ehe- oat of unsaspruied u,en.--S,ahspsars.
Twas morn, and the sun in bright splendo
arose,
For tbe las, tip,c disturbing hind natures re
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And driving before him the legions Of night
Clothed earth In the slittering mantle Of light
The bied. sang as syee,ly, the wind bresthe'
y as low,
The stream rippled on-gay ss ever iis hOw
And man, Of creation, the rightly erowne'
lord,
slill ceased not his scheming. The glitterinl
sword
Hung dangling at ease, or uPlifted in fight
To struggle for wrong, or TO battle for right
The farmer rejoicing, scatters his grain
lie sows, but the harvest comes never again
The miser |. counting, In siutinous greed,
The hoard he has gathered from poverty
need
Unconscious his treasure must soon pass avay
And leave him ALONE in that mystical day.
Up from the hell-pits-the dark dens Of vice
Where virtue Is bought-dishonor the price
Comes up the low laugh Of sensuous mirth
From the fends incarnate Of sin-cursed earth
Sin on the dark day Of vengeance Is GOMEZ
Sin on the Almighty has written your doom
Too long you have waited repentance deferred
Till now 'tis too late. Hear Justices word
"Let him that Is good, he good, is my will,
And he that is filthy, be filthy stillF'
In his closet, the christian Is kneeling thi
morn;
On the pinions Of faith his petition is bsrne,
Far up 10 the skies. to the father Of love,
Who scstiers his blessings on all from above
@May thy Kingdom, Lord, in its fllne-s, sooI
come,
Till thy will on earth, A. in Heaven, Is done
Forgive me my ins, as others forgive;
OF teach me to die--instruet me to livep
Ahi see at you altar gaily y-dressed thrOng
Hear the spirit Of gladne-s borne out in thei
song;
Hushl There in the beauty and bloom Of hel
life,
stands the fair young bride who will ne'er b
wife.
All what is that sound that now falls on thu
car
Like the peal Of the thunder when the storm
cloud is nearl
lis the angel Of God Hear the dreadful com
mand:
"Delay Is no longer; the time Is at hand
In which all ye nations receive a reward
OF the works ye have done, at the hands Of tn
Lord;
Come forth Numbering trillionsP' And quick
ly uprose
An innumerable host from their deathly re
o. what gathering there was that day,
From East, North, South, West, and ever,
way;
Aud earth was so crowded for want of room
She had to call in the help Of the moon.
See the Judge has descended, and taken hi
seat,
And earths motley millions are bowed at hi
feet;
The Angel Of Mercy, It's mission DER,
Il banished from earth to pity no more;
While Justice, his sword Of avenging held high
Descends in wrath from the hot, melting sky
And the Book that contained the doom Of
each man, fsnr, 81
Foreordained and written before earth began
Before Him Is spread. And an things prepared
Even the pious old deacons seemed woe
fully Scared V nt r r
@JOha Smith, says the Lord, Il see you're in
You're one ofthe elect that's writ in this book. "
And quickly to Heaven there started a train
Of a million or two that answered that name.
But alas like the air-castle building loon,
They counted their chickens a mopent too
soon;
For out Of this almost innumerable host
Just twenty were saved-and the others were
lost.
Now on toward eve, when the day was most
through,
To be yet judged there remained only two.
Then up spoke the Lord, ITO make the elect
There laekest but one; as do not respect
The person Of any, I will save the one
Who on earth the worthiest deed has done"
Then up stepped the richer, aud haaghIIly
spoke, I.
As he folded around him his sofl ermine cloak /.
Il have lived good life the hungry I've fed
And on have pillowed some weary ones
head
I've solaced the mourner, aszisted the weak,
fsebaked the naughty, encouraged the meek !;
fbe naked I've clothed, and ne'er from my
door
Have turned unified the fAmishing poor;
gave TO the church thousand year,
Md never neglected the preacher to hear"
He paused, and cast on the man al his side,
The soOrnfal look of vie,Orioss pride.
The poor man approached, and knelt where
'tis plain,
No peniient mortal ever knelt In vain,
And falieringly saId IT did al l could do
iook ~s Aons paper and pad Jt~ q iooF-
Enough" cried the master, 'reoeive your rs-
ward,
)oms ait at the aide Of your Father and Lord
'ui you, naughty mani 70 the regions Of
night
suiekl Q~iahyH depart. add ~iaSs to your
flight"
Asoks ffOn my sleep, pale, trembling with
fright,
md thought ss lay ihsFs alone ll.ai night
lAer ars ai.9s a'oastA taf ousious saa,
md rHnRr's MANY VISION rHAr's NOT ALI.
A DREAM.