Press and daily Dakotaian. (Yankton, Dakota Territory [S.D.]) 1880-1889, 1884-02-16

LUTHERAN CHURCH, (GERMAN}-Fif street, be-
tween Linn and Locust. Rev. Bentz. pastor,
Sermon at ~ a. m. Sunday school at p. m.
THE MOUNT oFTHE HOLY CROSS.
By JAMES @. CLARK.
["The Mount of the Holy Cross" the princi-
pal mouatain of the Saguache range, Colorado.
is l4.l76 feet above tidewater. The cross is To-
Gated near the top, facing thu east, and consists
of two crevices filled with snow summer and
winter. The crevices are about fifty feet wide,
and the snow in them from fifty to ono hundred
feet in depth. The perpendicular arm of the
cross is some 1900 feet long. and the horizontal
arm is 700 feet. Tue crsss can be seen at q dis
tance of thirty or forty miles.
The ocean divided, the land struggled through,
And newly born continent burst into view;
Like burrows upturned by the p!ough-share of
God,
The mountain chains rose where the billows
had trods
And their towering submits in mighty array
Turned their terrible brows to the glare of the
day,
Like sentinels guarding the gateway of Time,
Lest the contact of mortals should stain it with
crime.
The ocean was vanquished, the new world was
born,
The headlands flung back the bold challenge of
morn:
The sun from the trembling sea marshalea the
mist
Till the hills by the soul of the ocean were
kissed;
And the winter-kine reached from his cloud
castled height.
To hang on each brow its first garland of white;
For the crystals came forth at the touch of his
wand,
And the soul of the sea ruled again on the land.
Then arose the loud moan of the desolate tide.
As it called back its own from the far noun
tain side:
20! soul of my soul, by the sun led astray,
Return to the heart that wou j nu.d thee
alway;
The sun and the silver moon WOO me in vain
BY day and by night am sobbing with pain;
O!loved of my bosom, o! child of the Free,
Come back to the lips that are waiting for theer
But sound like all melodies mingled in one
Game down through the spaces that Graded
the sun.
Like muse from far distant planets it fell.
Till earth, air and ocean were hushed in the
spell;
"Be silent. ye waters, and cease your alarm,
All motion is olly the pulse of my arm;
In my breath the vast systems unerringl.
swing,
And nine is the chorus the morning stars SING
"'Twas mine to create them, tits mine to com
The land to the ocean. the sea to the land,
ALI, all arc my creatures, and they who woalt
| True worship to me, must for each other live.
Lo!I leave on the mountain sign that shall b.
A type of the union of land and of sea
An emblem of anguish that comes before bliss
For they who would conquer must conquer b!
this."
The roar of the earthquake in answer wa
heard,
The land from Its solid foundation was stirred
The breast of the mountain was rent by tn
shock,
And a cross was revealed on the heart of th
rock;
One hand pointing south-.where tropic gale
| blow.
And one to the kingdom of winter and snow;
While its face turned to welcome the dawn from
afar,
Ere Jordan had rolled under Bethlehem's star
The harp of the elements over it swung,
l In the wild chimes of nature its advent wal
sung,
Around it the hair of the winter-king curled,
Against it in fury his lances were hurled;
And the pulse of the hurricane beat in its face
Till the SHOWS were locked deep in its mig htI
embrace,
And its arms were outstretched on the noun
tain's cold breaat,
| As spotless aud white as the robes of the blest
south,
mouth;
the hills.
the rills;
The winter was gone, but the symbol was there
Towering mutely and grand, like the angel oi
prayer;
Where the morning shall stream on the plac.
Of its birth,
Till the last cross is borne by the toilers oi
earth.
It will never grow old while the sca-breath i.
drawn
Frem the lips OF the billows at evening and
dawn.
While heavens pure fingers transfgures the
dews,
And with garlands of frost-work its beauty
renews;
I. was here when the blocks of the pyramid
pile
Were r1fting in sands DER the plains of the
Nile,
Aud it sill shall point homeward. a token Of
trust,
When pyramids crumble in dimness and dust
1t shall tower DER the world like banner OF
peace,
Till discord and war amorg brother's shall
cease.
Till the red sea of Time shall be cleansed of lts
gore,
And the years like white pebbles be washed to
the shore:
As long as the incense from ocean shall rise
To weave it's bright woof on the warp Of the
skies.
A long as the clouds into crystals shall part
That Cross shall gleam high on the continent's
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