The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1891-12-25
RESURGAM.
OUR PRIZE CHRISTMAS PoKls,

A new day risen. Once again the glow
OF warm heart-fres melting through the snow
OF souls and showing tender verdure through
OF love and kindness. Mercy shining blue,
Like summer skies; strange pulses whispering
To new affections Pale blooms of the spring
Whose heart blown odors drifting swift around
Swing soft whirlwinds, sweeping sweet the ground
What subtle spirit-what new thought-fame draws
The crystals thinner, that through foam-bue thaws
Loves palm wings reaching upward, fan the red,
Making its blaze blow bright again, and spreadi
Earth in conaagration of good deedsl
One day of perfect rapture when the needs
Of souls recognized, and white Love fills
The void of want and yearning till it thrllsl
One hour thy Lesson, gentle Soul, well wrought
In flaming pigments for the eyes of Thought
And then the darkness thinning all to show,
Like some blue ice-sphere, whirled affair." below
The reach of others which the suns rays stir.
flushed then the Spring blooms whisper and the whtrR
OF palm wings with their near, sweet zephyr flight
And smeared with mist the skys blue infinite,
While snow flakes wear their chill white mysteries
Trancng the verdure that a sunbeam frees.
This the To- morrow which the wizard wand
OF change waves back into the blue Despond.
And shall one hour, with its transient bloom,
Make all the sunlight for His days of glooml
For breath only shall the ages live
In that pure atmosphere He came to give.
With one swift waiting, glimpsing true and clear
The Kingdom psalmed of Prophets drifting
For this then, it that the Word of Love,
'Graved with gold letters in the blue Above
Flashed through the purple, gintng the pale earth,
That angel rustlngs at that humble Birth
Which the stars anthemed, silvered the dim dawn,
Limning halo where the light had drawni
For this poor fruitage that the years were sown
With pearl seeds from his lavish heart palm bownI
That the hillside, fainting, sone-stung spurred
By spear points to the Sacrifice, there stirred
No of hair word fupp
Breathing of malice! That the pierced palms chung
Meekly through jeerings till the full hour drew
When that was finished given Him to do!
If in that hour he had been given to see
The blight-touched harvest of his ministry,
And looking through the purple vast afar,
Beyond his presents red tinged harbor bar,
Had seen the crimson tide of evil surge
These pale years crowding the horizon's verge
Whispers of Times full Dispensaton near,
And all the feld-rows of his planting sere-
Even na-drawn bood-drops coursing slow, would be
Poor symbol of his spirits agony.
Shame upon US, whose thoughtess souls take
Unheedful lesson from that martyr stakeI
With the world idly gazing whilst the food
Of evil splashes his white robes with blood;
Still theft and murder faunt their stale surprise,
As crimson cloud shapes startle sunset skies.
Still hate and malice, making souls their lair,
Give to the world its purple midnight air.
Still easy Conscience, pointing at their dark
Prideful fer Haunting not in crimes stark,
Parades Indifference, whose sneer and slight
Spread gray twilight ghostlier than the night
Each forging links to keep in clasp the chains
For whose unshackling plead those martyr pains.
Oh day of gladness mirroring his thought
What if thy Lesson some new waking brought
What if new Purpose starting in this hour
Whose spray of j. y-beams vindicate His dover,
Owning its image the planets beam,
Great souls have peered at through the lens dream
watching afar the tiny glimmer given,
With Truths white fash-ight pcturing true heaveRs
Should kneel before the long neglected Cross
With vows to wipe away the years Of loss
Redeem the Now and Future from the stain
Left crimsoning the ages barren plane
Lift Him above the blood, the dust, the mire
Which make yet his missions only hire,
Raise His white banner, claim Him Leader Kingi
Make with his the cobwebed echoes ring
Till God begotten whose kindred glow
Lies chilled beneath the worlds deep drifts of snow
With patriot fires kindlng in their breast
Vow valiant efforts to attain the Blest.
Bending their ardor to yield up the age
Unsullied to the white Of Heavens page,
And reading clear the meaning of His life
To grope above the seethiug and the strife,
To that pure air of Love whose lightest breath
Strikes terror to the souls of sin and death.
10 yield the lust of power, gain and place
To one high purpose-leaning each his face
To that white orb of peace which shines to-day,
Behind the clouds within reach Away
In whose pure ether, Earth with sudden thrill
Her noiseless footsteps brushing through the SIN
Shall strike silver of that nigh sphere
Whose oft-tod legend makes the purple clear,
And meet the shining of that gloried brow
Whose thorn pierced image stirs our heart beats now
JosEPH1S