Roseburg review. [volume] (Roseburg, Or.) 1885-1920, 1886-11-12

Sit the son, that womans faith and love have borne
And the cross that bred discerning life
Was restored to man by the murderous Cain,
Who by casting the paternal nature off,
Was redeemed by the Lamb that he had slain,
The partakers OF Adams flesh and bone,
Becoming partakers also OF its death,
Thus all who were of Adams mother born
Into the wsrld OF spirits had their birth,
Thus life remains united TO the dust,
While the Angelic mother is set free,
Who on Earth or Heaven alike may rest,
Nourished by the same paternal tree.
Behold the glory of the living soul,
The Heir that was promised long to man;
The Tree Of Life IS rooted in Earthly soil,
And OF the Heaven and Earth his bride is born,
In homage both the Earth and Heaven,
Thus TO the mysterious dreamer bow,
Who OF himself tree hath given
Upon whose living limbs their light may grow.
Thus the Angelic mother meets her God,
And the woman by her long sought teacher stands;
And the Holy Light Of Joseph marks the road,
To where mans pilgrimage through sorrow ends,
The parent voice, Josephs dvining cup
That was hidden in the younger brothers sack,
BY the dissolving dust is yielded up,
When the tree recalls its offspring back
When from the lost behold the Hepmeet rise,
Whose glory shines anew on Adams brow,
For he who named the brute, opens their eyes,
By naming the wife of Adam now.
For il was he who drew the curtains nj the nioIt
Upon the day that gave 10 all the living brth,
And called her s'Eve" who like the fading light,
Was mother to all she bore to God by faith,
Even as "Mary' named by the creating God
Bade the woman behold her dead arise
Revealing to her where the Master stood,
Whose form made him stranger in her eyes,
Thus the ties of birth the Master owns,
And proclaims universal brotherhood;
As by naming his mother the beloved Johns
He made man, and his maker kin through blood,
And the Forbidden Tree was no longer God,
But the loving, watchful brother of the dust;
Whose eyes were opened, and blessed the rod
Whose severest ordeal was the best
Leaning on his arm the mother stands,
Whose wisdom compels homage from the grave;
To whom all nature in reverence bends,
Who was mans Hepmeet that the Father gave.
"Bury me not in Egypt" Jacob cries,
And in obedience to his last request,
The Recorder in her native skies,
Leaves the martyr mother to her rest.
And the worm that hides its body in the mire,
And leeds its helpless misery on dust,
Becomes rootlet to the fairest flower,
That blossoms in the regions of the blest
Behold the generations Of her day,
As Cain, and Abel are rehearsed,
And in her seed as Adams family,
The promise is fulfilled in man at last.
And God hath appointed me another seed,
In Abels stead who was by his brother slain
The prophetic voice of the woman said,
And its last words by the Recorders pen.
Listen to the band of angelic Trumpelers,
Where curses haunt the Prophets troubled dream,
And shape themselves into dreadful spectres,
Whence light to wisdom is reflected to them
Behold the fated three; and on his third,
First falls the curse pronounced for Adams sake,
Where the thorn and thistle rear their head,
And Of mans garden doth desert make
ssCursed be the ground whereon thou treadeth
For thy sake" the maker to Adam calls,
And with 1t comes the fiery breath that eateth
The tree and grass from the third on which it falls
The second trumpet sounds, the scrpents form
"As il were mountain burning with fire."
SNOW changed into the crawling worm,
Anddoeth with his natures third, his curses share,
The third trumpet sounds and burning star
'As it were alamp from Heaven falls"
And bitter even to death became her share,
Ofthe nature, where the fallen woman dwes.
The fourth trumpet sounds, mans curse is done,
His third of nature sinks into the grave;
"Dust thou art, and unto dust thou shalt return,
Give back to darkness the creature that it gave.
The fifth trumpet sounds, and the serpents Head,
Now down to the dust from Heaven falls,
AS an Angel descending to its dead,
To pierce the grave, and rend its walls;
When he who held the keys unlocked the grave,
And from the ascending smoke there came
| knowledge, its mysterious nature gave
| That which was to man taste Of heish fame.
| Well might the pargs Of helpless sorrow,
That the dread Of an open grave doth bring,
| Give to the figures that they borrow,
The venoms Of the scorpions sting.
| Then men shall seek for death, but 1t shall fee,
| Before the knowledge of life beyond;
Where an unendng Eternity
/ OF wretchedness awaits the damned.
To the creature the destroying Angel came,
Armed with the terrors OF pit
That has no bottom to It's fnghtfu form,
Nor bound to the horrors that people it.
| And the tales that parent in his wrath,
Prepared ior his child this dreadful doom,
Gives to Wisdom's heir the knowledge of death,
That is beyond the confines Of the tomb.
The sixth trumpet sounds, and at that sound,
Natures heel; even the grave is bruised,
When the Angels by the Great Euphrates bound,
Yes, foar from beneath its curse is loosed
From Adams Altar even Calvary,
Hear, "Itis finished" from its Lamb
Chained by his Word these victims lay,
Who now through death provides escape for them