The Rutland daily globe. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1873-1877, 1874-05-16
Chr 8utland 1ailv Glabe.
SATURDAY, MAY lG, 1874.
From the I,ostOn Transcript
SERVING cod.

SERVING cod.
Serve thy God the pages said
That was what the hermit read
As his eyes with eager look
Bent above the Holy Book.
Then he raised his face 10 gaze,
Where the level-shining rays
OF the sun, golden glow
Threw DER painless fields OF snow,
Lying many mile between
Him and where was dlmly seen
Upward pointing splre and dome;
Just too far the hermits home,
For the sound OF evening bell.
Or the holy rise and SWELL
OF the chantod vesper hymn,
Floating through the twilight dim.
Serve the Lord-the grave deep eyes
Wore look that only lies,
Where the shades OF bitter doubt
From within fall daTkly out;
And he thought of lonely hours,
Earthly passions, hopes and powers
Long suppressed, of pcnance borne.
Hastings kept and Joys fOrgOne,
Loss OF human love and ken,
Human speech and thoughts ofmcn,
And the touch OF human hand,
That this same divine command.
An obedience constant, free,
In his heart and life should see.
TIen sleep upon him fell
And "A dream--I know full well
Twas vision sent from Heaven,
Such ns prst to souls were Given.
III the holy days of old,
Ere mems hearts had grown too cold
no believe that God speaks best
When all human voices rest.
Ana our souls more loud can hear
What Is lost TO human ear.
In his dream he stood again
In the busy haunts of men
Heard tbe unused eound of feet
Uurrvino thro,orh the crowded street.
Saw agn1n the doubts and fears.
UoDefIll smiles and sorrowIng tears.
saw The sin and shame and strife.
And thc love and iov OF life,
Heard the chautel yespcr HYMN
I'm thc evening twilight dim.
In cOnsecratcd place.
Gazing on the arch and higher
TO the heaVenWard-p0lnttng Spire.
Fretted dome ana l0lty wall,
Murinurlng as he looked ON all
"Ah, could but weave ana plan
such sacred nome, where man
From humanity might rise,
To the knowledge OF the skies,
TO Gods hand from human need.
But he paused q little while
Just to raise WIN plying smile,
one VINO, wandering hopeless there,
In her sln-OOrn, ueep despair.
Dared not TAKE her darkeneu soul
Where the song OF SAINTS might roll
Paused to lead her where the bright
Pardonng rays OF gospel might
Failing on ner SIN ana shame,
Made them white 10 jesus name.
Then he stood where wealth and power
Taught them how to full and freo,
Pour the tide Of charity.
And he cried. "Ah, thus TO be
steward OF GODS bounty free
Thus TO lead mems souls above
on path OF human love.
NO. to stray through asking lands
With these useless. empty hands,
But to clothe, ana warm and Iced
That were serving God indeed"
Rut the EMMY hands were free
Little feet and childish form.
In The Gathering night and storm
Little hands that mltelv prnyed
Loving grasp and ready aid:
Free 10 fake them In his own.
Lead the little wanderer lone.
ON The sinking heart might fall.
rben no stoo, ,vhera colp, and stiIl
In their city on the mn
iav the desd.Nand RAISED tn read
orpoch hraI q or holy deed
Twas NOT idiv slowiy snenf
In iGnobIe hnse confent
AM burned ont with holy fire
Smch ne GoI may souls insnire-
And he slDhed. "Ah. fms 10 mart
Shrinpd in ever human heart
Thus TO iii a coilntry's need.
,rhnt were serving C;oJ indeed :"
pu+ he noused IN wine AWAY
Gntha,inrr moss nj stain tLot nv
o,rrthe name Of one who cave
Ua,tvr,s Hood IN M that Srovn