, 1877-06-22

BY L. P. YEMEN.
When'Spring awaketh, then
Go forth where proud. she reigneth as aqueen
In all her fullness, unrestrained and glad.
Go We, and ask the little vcrnal shoot
That long hath slumbercd in, its pent up bed |
How Jared 1t in the mold; how, from germ
Unsightly, nude and cold, enconced within
The chilly earth, it sprung from darkness up
Into the glorious realms of light. Ask this
And hear the artless story of its birth:
81 know not how into being came,
By what abstruse and wondrous chemistry
The fibres Of my tissues were built up
From corpuscles of sordid dust; how God
Did notch my leaves and with most jealous care
Afixed each tinted petal in its place
And lastly, left his breath within my cup,
That 1 should be none other than just what
Might truly serve the pattern he conceived
When in his council rooms, he cOnned his great
Creative plans.
But this know, through slow
Manipulation silent, deft and strange,
The Iifeless clay, the air. the latent heat
That sleepeth mid the solid rock as well the
clod,
The ornate dew, the grateful rain, the light,
All these, as by a common impulse urged,
Quick hasted to obey the sovereign word
Divine. And this full well know, that God
Did breathe upon the frost-invested earth
And. Through the mellow sunlight smiling,
called
Ne forth gairish how'r. And daily, since,
His gentle rays have kissed and nourished me
With melting tenderness and ceaseless love.
A pleasant thing it is to see the sun,
And passing sweet the light. Nay, verify
THE SUNBEAM IS HIS sMILEi
God steppeth on
The land and 10, the everlasting hills land
Are moved; the mountains make Obeisance,
In veriest shamefacedness do hide
Their snowy heads in heecy clouds Of smoke.
The handmade, earth, obedient to his word
And conscious of her meanness, boweth low
In due regard and fealty. Now, too,
As amid the horrid throes Of dire,
Impending travail, forth from out her womb
There cometh flame and liquid fire.
Great riffs
And chasms mar the Terdant plains, far down
Within whose dark profundity the dust
And debris Of man g proudest works are hurled.
white crops are wasted; cities full of life
And love and wealth and JOY are swept away
And in moment lost as but the trash,
The mingled refuse Of ruined world
In huge chaotic heaps. And more than this,
The sea is troubled; in abandoned rage,
with hoary name erect, 1t fain would rise
And in one fell, disastrous sweep o'erwhelm
The stricken land already melting with
Devouring heat. One word and all is told:
utrrr, r,rrrorr IA pTTa TRWAnl
Behold e'enfrom
The east unto the west, in liquid flame
The whlte-wingedlig lightninss cleave the vault
ed sky;
And though the hour be midnight, while the
world
Is wrapped in gloom, the heavens and the
earth
Are in y twinkling robed in blinded light
That mocketh brilliant noon; e'en like that
day,
That promised day whose dazzling. sheen no
cloud
shall ever dim and where is no night.
From zenith height bolt is launched white
hot.
And serpent tongued, when seel the giant
trunks
Offorest trees are rent and far around
The splintered ruins ny. Huge jufting rocks
Are sundered from the mountains side and in
A trice like molten wax the while became.
lin an agent senseless. mute and dumb
such mighty thews reside, what shall be said
OF him whose page obsequious it isi
Withal, s'who coverth himself with light
As with garment, > nay, sswho maketh clouds
His chariots, and ministers a flame
OF hrs"G No man hath seen him yet and
livedI
Thus, Saul. recalcitrant, was smitten blind
From sheer rebuke and presence Of his Lord;
And Roman soldiers at the sepulehre
Fell down like dead men as from lightning
storke
When In a halo OF all glorious light,
The angels came with royal robes to deck
The risen Jesus.
Such the essence bright,
Ineffable and pure, that doth pertain
To all we know or ever see Of heaven.
And yet, such CLEANS are but as feeble rays
Which, through the shining gates ajar, have
chanced
To stray down to this twilight world Of ours.
II Moses could not bear the sight Of God
Save in his swift enulgent train, then who
Shall look upon his facep what eye of flesh
Can meet the gaze Of him who slumb'reth not
Nor sleepethl Yea, THE LIGHTNING Is THE
FLASH
OF HIS ALL~sEEING EYE1
A little cloud
As Of handbreadth riseth in the west.
surcharged with heavens artillery; apace
IL cometh on, a winged battery
Prepared for war. A half hour passeth by.
Our gath'ring cloud 10 huge proportions
grown
Hath fast obscured the day. No longer now
Cerulean the sky, but overcast
With nimble hosts high piled and black as