The Newberry herald and news. (Newberry, S.C.) 1884-1903, 1886-03-03
PULPIT ELOQJENCE.

PULPIT ELoQUENCE.
The day was declining, the breeze IN Is glee
Hal eft the fair blossoms 70 sing on the sea,
AS the sun in its gor2eousness' RADIANT ara
Dropped down like gem from the brow OF
the hill.
One tre1nu!ous star. IN the glory of June.
Came out with smile, and sat down hy the
moon. .
AS she graced her new throne, with the pride
Of groom.
The scene was encilan;Ing in distance away
Rolled the foam crested wave OF the Chcs;i-
While bAihed in the moonlight the villag &c WAS
--" seen,
The soft sloping meadows lay brightly ua-
rolled,
With tnelr mantles ofvcrdure and blossoms OF
And the earth, in her beauty, forgetting to
Lay asleep in her bloom on the bosom Of eve.
4 light he artcd child had wandered away
From the spot where my footsteps hao gam
And free as a BIRD was the song of my soul,
AS heard the wild waters eXultinS!y roll,
While tightening my heart as sPorteu along:
s~A'N
IstrucE in the pathway, halfwocn DER the sod
by the feet that went up TO the worship .! !Hou.
AS traced its green windinss a lnurmer of
prayer,
With the hymn Of the worshipcrs rose Oh the
air.
And drawn by the links ofits sweetness along,
l stood unobScrved in the midst OF the tNrons;
For Il while my Young spirit SlllI wandered
about
With the birds and the winds that were sing
ing without,
But birds waves and Zephyis were qnlcAly
forgot
In one ange:-like being that frightened the
spot.
In statue majestic, apart from .he throng,
lie stood III his beauty. the theme or my
Ills cheek pale with fcrvor, tho blue or5s
above,
Yet the heart glowing raptures that bearnrd
Seemed suddened by sorrows asd chastencd
by signs,
rs if the young heart in its bloom mad grown
With its loves un:eqr ritcd, its sorrows untold.
Such language as his may never recall,
Bat his theme was salvation. s;l!fatioh 10 all,
And the souls OF L thousand III ecstasy huhS
Un the lnauna-iike sweetness that dropped
from his tongue,
Not alone on the air his wild cloQuencc stole,
Eli Il ns sha an Angel haS Srghsss
the sod.
And brought to each bosom nessagc from
God.
He spoke OF the Sarior-what pictures &c
drew,
The scene OF his suffering !ose Gear on my
M, - -, .,,o ~,,.,, <ro.s ,ybc,a He Suffered
The gush OF bright crin-on that flowed from
His side,
The cup OF his sorrows, tho wormwood and
The Iarkne IS that man,ed the earth as pail,
The garland OF thorns. and The 6e'nonilSe
crews.
of the Jews"
He spake and it seemed that his statuc'llke
form -
Expanded and glowed as his spirit grew warm,
AS touched with compassion, he ended IN
prayer. 49,,
HIS hands claspcd above him, his blue osDs
Still pIea6ing for sins that were never his own,
While that mouth, where such sweetness
ineffable cluDg
Still spoke, though expression had died on the
tongue,
oh God, what emotions the spcakc. awokc.
A mortal he seemed. yet q deity spoke;
A man. vet so far from humanity ilVen
On earth, vet so closely connected with
- heaven! ,,.,
@s--EgEsHTS
Wfth his eyes closed in rapture, their tram
Made teris 6righs ~ BY the smile that iluminc' his
lips
There is charm in delivery, magical art,
That thrills like kiss from the lips 10 the
,Tis he - glance, the expression, the well
ByShose images the depths of the spirit are
The smile, the mute gesture, the sou! startling
The eyes sweet expression that mclts while
The lips soft persuasion, lis mus ical to"e.
o, eachwas the charm OF that eloquent one
The time, is long past, yet how clearly
defined,
That bay, church and village float up on my
see amid azure the moon in her pride.
With the Sweet little trembler that sat by her
hear i the Cue waves as she wa"ders along,
Leap up inttheir giadne>s and sing her "a song.
sod,
BY the feet that went up to the worship of
~ God.
The time is Tong passed, yet what Visions
see!
The past, the dim past, is the present to me;
! am standing once more mid that heart
stricken throng,
vision tiOArs up, it's the theme OF my song
AL glorious and bright MS spirit OF air.
The light like halo encircling his hair,
As catch tile same accents or sweetness AKA
He whispers Of Jesus and points US above.
How sweet to my heart is tie pictue rve
It's claim Of bright fancics seemed almost
efSace0,
Till memory, the fond one, that sits in the
soul,
Took up the fral links ,n4 connected the
VIII le,
Asthe dew to the blossom, the bud to the be-.
as the scent to the rose are those memories
to me,
Round the chords Of my heart they have
tremblingly clung,
And the echo it gives is the song have sung
Colored Teachers Department.
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