The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1874-12-03
Beautiful Feat

Mk- EDITOR Some years ago vot,
published description of our sai6ted
brother Pitts, written by my daughter
ne told me it gave him great pleasure.
Ihclosed you will find slip from Texas
paper the religious Messenger, written
oy heF. IL you think it worthy of a
pIace IN your valuable paper. il Nould
De great pleasure to me to see IL.
am still seeking for entire holiness ut
heaTT- May God bless You in your
hlgn ana holy work Your unworthy
brother in Christ Jesus,
o.. GOLDMAN GREEN.
CornersYille, Tenn, May %, 1874.
In the solemn hush of the early dawn.
MOI! more than hundred decades zone.
HsIe 4uaNered and sWelled on the morning
Richest chords of music rare:
, loo full for earthly harp or Lutte,
dnrllhng the gentle shepherds mute.
~ EDehlng their hoeks on JudeRs plains,
Listening in fear - the wondrous strains
M CT eering words from the ''gates eiaT''
Babe wise men follow the mystic star;
men with Joy they came, their Lord to greet,
ana laid their gifts at his beautiful feet
dis beautiful feet, that came to save
ne nations IF earth from living grave
VI misery offspring Of guilt and shame)
nat shfunk and covered before his name.
aan
w hen he spoke to stormy Galilee.
Free and unclaimed as mountain rills
nose ieet once roamed DER greenwood hills;
Then, quivering and faint with fiery pain,
1hey strive, under weight of the cross to gain
The summit Of Calvary's blood marked Tav
the suffering feetl Beautiful feet were thew
And these beautiful types may still be heard
As the aged herald of Christ the Lord
Watehfully treuds on lions walls,
Lifting his VOice in WarninO caIls
Exposed 70 wild storm and fiery dart
But prayertully steeling his faithful heart,
Though his breRstp!atss pierced and feet are
riven,
Re holds his banner high toward haven.
Though his heart throbs family in anguish
dire,
Twill bound at the welcome. Come up
higher''
To the river Oflife. from pains furnaoe-heAt !;
&c healed, ye bleeding, beautiful feet!
There are tiny feet that softly come.
LII d IJly white, when it bursts in bloom,
They md life's roads too rough to bide,
And they meekly pass to the ''other slde,n
Baby footprints leaving on Deaths rive
strand,
Seeking the high and beauti full land,
The holy and blessed Christ to see,
w no said, " Let the little ones come unto me.''
And they bloom in unsullied beauty bright.
Mid those who walk with 'Him" in white,
They cross the dark ri yer, 10 sed ones to meet
An! griet-stricken mo Their, those are besutl-
full feet.
When we steal from the crowded mart,
And retire to the depths and hush Of the
heart,
10 open the windows and brighten the glot IN
Weird shadows have cast DER many a room,
We pause IN dread at Memory's door,
And fasten 1t down with bolt and bar;
For we would not to-day, when hopes are
born,
Be charmed by her rose, or pierced by her
thorn.
But we stop in a spacious chamber fair,
Filled with promise of future rare,
And above the war and rush of the street
We hear the coming of phantom feet.
They are crowding fast in to our lives
For joy or grief, but One may know
The rivet, the chain, that fancy Weaves
By their never eeasing ebb and how.
y restless stepsl do ye come to me
To guide me safe to the crystal Sea,
Or TO lead IN towery paths astray
From the only true and narrow wayl
Deep IN my heart your music sWells,
Solemn as chimes of memory bells,
He bring curses foul, or blessings sweet,
All mel Are ye beautiful ieetl
Landonia, Texas. Feb. 20, 1874.