The Idaho world. [volume] (Idaho City, Idaho Territory) 1864-1918, 1874-01-15
IDAHO WORLD.
THE DYING HEBREWS PRAYER.

THE DYING HEbhEWO khAA Gs'
A Hebrew knelt in the dying light,
His eye was dim and colds
The hairs on his brow were silver-white,
And his blood was thin and old!
Re lifted his look to his latest sun.
For he knew that his pilgrimage was done!
And as If he saw Gods shadow there.
His spirit poured itself in prayer!
II come into deaths second birth,
Beneath stranger air;
A Pilgrim on a dull. cold earth.
Az all my fathers were!
And men have stamped me with curse,
I feel it is not thine.
Thy mercy--like yon sun-was made
On meas them-to shine:
And, therefore. dare lift mine eye.
Through that. to Thee-before I die!
In this great temple. built by Thee,
Whose alters are divine.
Beneath yon lamp that ceaselessly,
Lights up thine own true shrine.
oh! take my latest sacrifice.
Look down. and make this sod
Holy rs that where. long ago.
The HEBREW MET HIS GOD!
have not caused the widows tears,
Nor dimmed the orphans eye.
I have not stained the virgins years,
Nor Knocked the mourner's cry;
The songs of Zion in mine ear,
Have ever been most sweet,
And always when felt Thee near,
Nv e.shoes" were ''off my feer!"
I have known Thee in tho whirlwind,
have known Thee on the hill.
have loved Thee in the voice Of birds.
Or the music of the rill?
I dreamt Thee in the shadow.
I saw Thee in the light,
heard Thee in the thunder peal,
And worshiDped in the night
All beauty while it spoke Of Thee.
Still made my heart rejoice,
And nv spirit bowed within itself,
To hear Thy still small voice!-
have not felt myself thing
Far from Thy presence driven.
BY flaming sword or warning wing.
Shut out from Thee and heaven!
Must the whirlwind reap because
Ny fathers sowed the storm.
Or shrink because another sinned-
Beneath Thy red right arm2
Oh! much Of this we dimly scan.
And much is all unknown.
But will not take my curse from man,
I turn to Thee. alone!
Oh! bid my fainting spirit live,
And what is dark reveal,
And what is evil. oh. forgive.
And what is broken heal.
And cleanse my nature. from above.
In the deep Jordan of Thy love!
knew not il the Christians heaven
Shall be the same as mine,
I only ask to be forgiven,
And taken home to Thine!
weary on far, dim strand.
Whose mansions are as tombs,
And long to find the fatherland.
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 mansion in the sky
Thy bright ones, and their melody!
The sun goes down with sudden CLEAN:
And beautiful as q lovely dream,
And silently as air;
The vision of q dark-eyed girl.
with long and raven hair.
Glides in-as guardian spirits glide
And. 10! is kneeling by his side;
AS il her sudden presence there.
Were sent in answer to his prayer!
Oh saw they not that angels tread
Around the good mans dying bed!
His child his sweet and siukss child
And as he gazed on her.
He knew his God was reconciled,
And this His messenger
Az sure as God had hung on high.
The promised bow before his eye!-
Earth q purest hope thus DER him flung.
To point his heavenward faith
And life's most holy feeling strung,
To sing him into death!
And on his daughters stainless breast,
The dying Hebrew sought his rest.