The Baltimore County union. [volume] (Towsontown, Md.) 1865-1909, 1874-03-14
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PULPIT ELOOUENCE.

The day was declining-the breeze in its glee
Had lett the fair blossoms to sing on the sea,
AS the sun in its gorgeousness radiant and STILL,
Dropped down like gem from the brow of the hill,
One tremulous star in the glory OF June
Came out with smile and sat down by the moon,
she graced her blue throne with the pride CT queen
The smiles of her oveness gaddened the scene.
The scene was enchanting! in distance away
Rolled the foam crested waves Of the Chesapeake bay
While bathing in moonlight the village was
With the church in the distance that stood the green
The soft sleeping meadow lay brightly unrolled,
With their mantles Of verdue and blossoms Of gold,
And the earth in her beauty, forgetting to grieve,
Lay asleep in her bloom on the bosom Of eve. r
A light.hearted child, l had wandered away
From the spot where my footsteps had gamboed all day
And free as birds was the song of my SOUL
As heard the wild waters exultingly roll; ...
While tightening my heart as sported along,
With bursts flow laughter and snatches Of song,
struck in the pathway hafworn o'er the sod
By the feet that went up to the worship of God.
AS traced its green windings, murmur ofprayer
With the hymn of the worshipers rose on the air,
And drawn by the links of its sweetness along,
| stood unobserved in the midst of the throng.
For while my young spirit still wandered about
With the birds, and the winds, that were singing with
out;
But, birds, waves and zephyrs, quickly forgot
In one angel-like being that frightened the spot.
In stature majestic apart from the throng
He stood in his beauty, the theme of my songi
His cheek pale with fever-the blue orbs above
Lit up with the splendors of youth and oflove,
Yet the hearglowing rapture that beamed from those
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As ifthe young ilealt in its hescr had grown cold
With its loves unrequited, its sorrows untold
Such language as his may never recall
But his theme was salyation-savation to all,
And the souls of thousand in ecstacy hung
On the manna-like sweetness that dropped from his
tongue.
Not alone on the ear his wild eloquence stole;
Enforced by each gesture, it sunk to the soul,
Till it seemed that angel had frightened the sod
And brought to each bosom a message from God.
He spoke of the Saviour-what pictures he drew
The scene of His suffering rose clear on my view
The crossthe rude cross where he suffered and died
The gush of bright crimson that flowed from His side
The cup of His sorrow-the wormwood and gall;
The dal kness that mantled the earth as pail,
The garland of thoms--and tie demon-like crews,
Who knet they scoed him. Hail King ofthe Jews!"
He spoke, and it seemed that his statue-like form
Expanded and glowed, as his spirit grew warm;
His tone so impassioned-so melting his air,
As touched with compassion he ended in prayer;
His hands clasped above hmhis blue CRIBS upthrown,
Still pleading for sins that were never his own,
While that mouth where such sweetness neable cung,
Still spoke, though expression had died on his tongue.
Oh God what emotions the speaker awoke
mortal he seemed-yet a deity spoke!
A man-yet so far from humanity riven;
On earth-yet SO closely connected with Heaven!
How oft my fancy We pictured m there,
As he stood in that triumph of passion and prayer,
With his eyes closed in rapturethe transient eclipse
Made bright by the smiles that illumned his lips.
There's a charm in delivery-a magical art,
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'Tis the gance-the eXpressionthe well chosen word,
By whose magic the depths of the spirit stirred
The smile-the mute gesture-the soulstirrng pause;
The eyes sweet expression-that mets while it awes
The lips soft persuasion-its musical tone;
Oh. such was the charm of that eloquent one!
The time is long past-yet how clearly defined
That bay, church, and village float up on my mind;
see amid azure the moon in her pride,
With the sweet little trembler that sat by her side
hear the blue waves, as she wanders along,
Leap up in their gadness and sing her a song,
And tread in the pathway half-worn o'er the sod,
BY the feet that went up to the worship of God.
The time is long past, yet what visions see!
The past, the dim past, is the present to me;
am standing mid the heart-stricken throng,
vision floats up-'tis the theme of my song
All glorious and bright as spirit of air,
The light like halo encircng his hair;
AS catch the same accents of sweetness and love,
He whispers of Jesus, and points US above.
How sweet to my heart is the picture I've traced
Its chain of bright fancies seemed almost efaced,
Till Memory, the fond one that sits in the SOUL
Took up the fra links, and collected the whole.
As the dew to the blossom-the bud to the bee;
As the scent of the those memories to me,
Round the chords of my heart they have tremblngly
clung,
And the echo it gives is the song have sung.
AMELIA,