Spirit of Jefferson. [volume] (Charles Town, Va. [W. Va.]) 1844-1948, 1883-06-26
CONDITION.


CONDITION.
Suppose the soul IN no special or
particular place of misery, but sim
ply Eost@iung by the power Of God
beyond creations boundaries into inn
measurable wastes of night, where no
world ever rolled in sight, no raw of
light ever penciled an image, no word
or. sound ever wandered, and over
whose expanse no angel ever flew
See it trarersing the darkness and
threading the inlzy abysms in search
of worlds, in search OF heaven, in
search of something where there is
nothing visible, tangible, or ponder
able, in search of. something beside
itself. World smiles to world, and
star shines to star, as they speed with
lightning wings along their ethereal
tracks; and the erratic comet itself
must needs shine for company, as it
blazes in its eccentric flight through
the illimitable ether, plying like the
weaver's shuttle from apsis to apsis
from point to poiut-crossirg and
decussating orbits, ecliptics, and
lines. and weaving its fiery hair into
the plexus of universal being. Saints
commune with saints, angels with
angels, and they all commune with
God; but this foul, sympathetic and
social in the very construction of its
being, its state changed, and not its
constitutional nature, is eternally iso-
lated from everything like itself, and
plunged into an ocean of darkness in
terminable to its tagging wing, where
no signet or sound will ever greet its
aching sense, and doomed to wander
in the painless void while cycles roll
and ages go grinding on. See it car
cering in its bewildercd fight. 1t has
crossed its track thousand times.
and recrossed it. 1t is lost! beyond
the power of finding 1t inowS it
1t feels il, but still it flies, now :Gd-
vancing, now regressing. 1t turns,
and turas again, and 10! blush OF
dusky iight-a stupandous arch of
massive bend, and a temple grand in
its darkness, with duslly gates and
dingy towers, greets its vision. 1t
fain would scale the loftiest turret-.
it scars, it hovcrs, but oh, horror of
horrors! temple, gates, and towers
melt away into darker gloom, and it
is left in awful loneliness hanging in
agony, but a speck of quivering ter
ror il untcnantcd and uniliuminated
space. Shall it ascend, descend. or
move off on level? There are no
ups or downs, or recumbent planes
where is nothing. If ups and downs
and planes there are, it may soar up
-up-up-foreyer- CT dip down
-dow2-foreTcr- is still, and
through all eternity a lost soul. See it
Observation-Disclosures. 1t goes
that way: lostl lostt Iostt 1t comes
this way, shrieking lostl losti losti
lost! till our hearts stand still with
horror. Scream on, and fy on, cursed
spirit; no batticnented walls of tow
cTing jasper viii ever meet thy gaze,
or furnish n resting place for thy
weary pinion- Fly on, lost soul, for
ever, no angel of mercy Will ever
cross thy solitary way, or overtake
thee in thy wanderings. Lost spirit
blackened with the curse of thy God.
fly on, and repeat in despairing cry,
the chorus Of thine own horrible
death-march, lost, lost, where no
echoes will ever mock thy misery
Immortal soull lost in boundlcss,
bottomiess, infinite darkness; fly on,
thou shalt never find company till the
ghost of eternity viii greet you over
the grave OF God, and thou shalt
never find rest till thou art able to fold
thy wings on the grayestonc of thy
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