Shenandoah herald. [volume] (Woodstock, Va.) 1865-1974, 1873-09-25

In political satire, entitled 'sThe
Devils Progress" published 43 years
ago in London, occur the following
lines. For exquisite diction and fine
sentiment they are seldom surpassed:
Hebrew knelt in the dying light,
His eye was dim and cold,
The hairs on his brow were silver white,
And his blood thin and old
He lifted bis look to his latest sun, .--
For he knew that his pilgrimage was done
And he saw Gods shadow there,
His spirit poured itself in prayer!
81 come unto deaths second birth,
Beneath stranger air, -.s....1 ,.., s
A pilgrim on dull, cold earth, 49, Ekf e5aHs5
AS all my fathers were
And men have stamped ne with curse,
I feel it is not Thine, a
Thy mercy-ike yon sun-was made -t..i.
On, meas then-to shine; -.t.t
And, therefore, dare lift mine eye,
Through that, to Thee-before die!
In this great temple, built by Thee,
Whose affairs are divine,
Beneath yon lamps, that, ceaslessly, 20
Lights up Thine own true shrine,
Oh! take my latest sacrifice.
Lock down, and make this sod
Holy as that where, long ago.
The HEBREW MET HIS GoD!
have not caused the widows tears,
Nor dimmed the orphans eye,
1 have not stained the virgins years,
Nor Knocked the mourner's cry; Pa
The songs Of Zion in mine ear,
Have ever been most sweet,
And always when felt Thee near,
My "shoes' were "off my feetH
have known Thee in the whirlwind,
have known Thee the hill,
have loved Thee in the voice of birds,
Or the music of the rill! ..--.
dreamt Thee in the shadow, ~ %
cav Thee in the light, = ak 5
heard Thee in the thunder peal,
And worshlpped in the night
All beauty while it spoke of Thee, -.-..
Still ma de my soul rejoice,
And my spirit bowed within itself,
To hear Thy still-sman voice-
have not felt myself thing
Far from Thy presence driven,
By flaming sword or waring wing,
Shut out from Thee and heaven!
Must 1 the whirlwind reap, because
My fathers sowed the storm,
Or shrnk-because another sinned-
Beneath Thy red right arm?
Oh much Of this We dimly scan,
And much is all unknown,
But will not take my curse from man,
1 turn to Thee, alone!
Oh bid my fainting spirit live,
And what is dark reveal,
And what + evil, oh, forgive.
And what is b. oxen heal.
And cleanse my nature, from above,
In the deep of Jordan Of Thy love!
I know not If the christians heaven
Shall be the same mine,
I only ask to be forgivep,
And taken home to Thine!
weary far, dim strand,
Whose mansions are as tombs,
And long to find the father-land,
Where there are many homes!
Oh grant, of all yon starry thrones,
Some dim and distant star,
Where Judah's lost and scattered sons
May love Thee from afar!
When all earth's myriad harps shall meet
In choral praise and prayer,
Shall lions harp-of old, SO sweet
Alone be wanting there?
Yet place me in Thy lowest seat,
Though las now-be there,
The Christians scorn, the Christians jest;
But let me see and hear
From some dim m tnsion In the sky
Thy bright ones, and their melody!'
The sun goes down with sudden geam;
And beautiful as lovely dream,
And silently air; ..s
The vision of dark-eyed girl
With long and raven hair, q -..-
Glides in-as guardian spirits glide
And, 10 is kneeling by his side:
As If her sudden presence there,
We're sent in answer to his prayer
Oh say they not that angels tread .-t-
Around the good mans dying bed
His child Ibis sweet and gin less child
And as he gazed on her,
He knew his God was reconciled, a
And this the messenger
As sure as God had hung on high,
The promised bow before his eye -. a
Eearths purest hope thus DER him flung,
To point his heavenward faith,
And lfes most holy feeling strung,
To sing him into death! .i- ,'t
And on his daughters stainless breast, .E
The diving Hebrew sought his rest