Goldsboro weekly argus. [volume] (Goldsboro, N.C.) 1885-1909, 1892-10-27
PITY, Q, SAVIOUR.
The church was full: in the crowded
aisles

The church was full: in the crowded
aisles
There scarce was room to pass;
Upon the throng the sunlight streamed
Through panes of colored glass.
1t tinged some cheeks with rose-tint
bright,
| But II threw on others a pale blue light;
And sick-y hue of CHASTITY green
| Fell full on some, while the rays between
shed yellow, the color OF richest gold,
And purple like Tyrian dye of old.
But numbers sat in cold grey light,
And few were touched by the purer
white;
While the organs yibratory tone
Stirred now triumph now groan,
An unseen voice, as of one who plead
For all the living; yea, and the dead,
Sang, "Pity, o, Saviourr'
The church was full; full like the world
Teeming with human life;
And the beating hearts that were gath
cred there,
With varying thoughts were rife.
| Some glowed with the rose tint ofhope
and love,
Some, paler, looked only to Heaven
above;
And some were CHASTITY with coming
death,
And striving to leugthen the fleeting
breath,
| And clinging to earth with dying hold
Yet feeling the powerless grasp unfold,
And envying those so full OF health,
Who sat in the yellow light of wealth
And folded the purple of high estate
Over hearts not always good nor great
And some felt cold in the dead grey tint,
| Of a life OF poverty and stint;
And some surviving afhiction's night
| Caught few faint beams of the purer
white.
Still over all, rolled the organs tone.
Stirring now triumph and now
| grOan,
While the mellow voice of the one who
sang
Floated overhead Till the arches rang
With "Pity, o, Saviour!''
Before the altar, the white-robed priest
Bent his head in solemn prayer,
In the consecrated place, his voice
Arose on the quiet air
Gas is most expedient for them,' ,'he said
'Be the wishes of thy people Sped"
From lite's experience, learned he well,
That only Omniscient love could tell
What things to withhold, and what to
give,
To needy souls that they might live;
He knew that those in the cold grey
light;
Would ask for wealth-nor ask Alright,
That those in the purple and gold,
would say
away.
Maa tho Hoavap Cod ypolo co
bright
With His own presence, all would slight,
Here on this wretched- earth to stay
And live for more forever and for aye.
Well might the organ thrill and groan,
And the voice with most pleading tone
Cry, "Pity, o, Savioul!"
Ignorant. wilfully blind, and dead
In our trespases and sin,
We would shut the door of the other
world,
Nor seek to enter in.
If God to purge our sins essay,
We cry, "Remove this agony!'
If gentler discipline be given
We pray h1m, "Turn this earth to
Heaven"
If one we love be nigh to death
We beseech Him to stay the parting
breath,
Though He is His mercy fair would
give
An immortal life for the one we live,
Yet we hold back those whom He calls
to share
The happy lot of the angels fair,
And dare to pity the saints who go
Leaving behind them life of woe,
We turn our eyes from vision bright
To let them rest on meaner sight,
Meantime, the beauty no eye hath seen
Is waiting for us to enter in;
The wealth we have so desired is there,
And there is portioned our own full
share;
And the perfect love of which we
dream,
In Heaven alone is ever seen;
Aud the painless life, we long for so,
Till we leave the flesh, we shall never
know;
All, well for US, that the priest doth
pray
With words that teach us what to say
And well for us weep and groan
That some voice calls with pleading tone
"Pity, o, Saviour"
Ala.