The comet. [volume] (Jackson, Miss.) 1877-1882, 1880-10-30
WYpTERYi ALL II YSTE
BY CALM.

little child sat on his fathel's knee,
Ana he looked abroad on the lowered field,
ANA he looked above at the stars Ol heaven,
Where Orion high ON his cycle wheeld
Where the clouds between We're darkly driven
And he claspcd his hand in wondering gee
As the night sang softly its lavorite hymn.
For all the scene was to his mind 50 dim
Mystery All mystery
soon young man, bold in the world was he
Where the old and the young, the sad and the gay
Crowded and jOslCd each other about,
Where the good folks wept rs they knct to pray
Where the wicked mock'd heaven and laughed ii
doubt,
And said they wauld pass as waves of Il sea
From the face Of lime and arise no more;
And the world was to him with its rusIi and roar
Mystery All mystery
lie saw Ot life as few other did see;
lie read mems hearts us few others could read
lie drank OF pleasures soul maddening drink,
Aud he felt Of pain as but few have need
- ms soul had wings and he dared to thuk
Bul lie was 10 him, rs to all it must be,
who can not, or will not, keep him back
To simple faith or beaten track
Mytery All mystery !
lie passed thee quickly ,NJut paused to see
a lace AS cold as sculptufcd stone
Where death was the carnival and king,
In the heart shut hard to grief or moan,
ANA lie saw how lrail was the creature thing.
All ! he thought Of the wide eternity
Though strange is life, and how strange is death
Ana does all end with the last sad breath
Mystery All mystery!
Thus life with its days of sorrow and glec,
Is busy throng and its dlers, all
Its lalsc lair wOnen its great mean men,
From its cradled babe to the funeral pail;
As To wly lIc is, whence it comes, and when
H. IT. doth not cease like a wave on the sea,
VIII the things be sol Ted in the life to come
Or whether II will still he deep and dumb
Mystery All mystery!
Il is all n mystery, and 50 it must be
10 the poor lrail worm on its great sad breast.
we may have our CTeGdS and have our faith,
But to never think much OF it all is the best,
For we may not lift up the silenca from death:
1t lips are as mute unto to you as Ale;
For what We were placed in world OF woe.
why we Shall die, and where We shall go?
Mystery All mystery!
There are many such questions, but still there he
Far simpler ones that we cannot explain,
That fools and the children Il TX Of the wise
And It's idle to trouble the poor human brain
With infinite time and with infinite skies.
Better hunt what is good for you and for me,
In mes lcttered days and earth's pleasant bowers
Than to try to find out in the waste OF the hours
Mystery All mystery!
1t is better by far for you and for me-
Not to pause, to wonder, or wander in doubt,
But to take up the good OF the Nazerenc's creed,
And to hold it fast, nor to reach about
For the logic or light OF world Olead
Through life and death and eternity
t is good to follow and it cannot larm,
And it brightens with beauty as Il magic charm
Mystery All mystery!
Ihc skcptics may rave" let the soul be free
Turn the love OF God, or the dread OF Hell"
But, what do they OilGr to give instead
The fruit Of the life Of false JeAebel,
Who OF old, ON the hearts of Isreal fed
Whose kiss is as fruit Of the foul Dead sea
In 1INI in, Ia.