The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1897-04-18
CASTER
POEMS,

grandly sung by the poets who may be
accepted as our best religious guides.
| Spiritual truths are most clearly seen
and deeply felt when expressed by the
poet. The following selections from
wide range Of poets will show the joy
and gladness that have risen in the
hearts of men by reason of the resur-
rection of Jesus. This world is a bright
| world because the light of that first
Easter morn shines with undimmed
| luster. We part from our dear ones
with the glad hope that in a brighter
and better cline we will meet to part
no more. The grave has been robbed
of its terrors and death of its gloom be-
cause Of the faith that Jesus died and
rose again. The proof and pledge of
mans Immortality is the fact that he
who bore our nature died and rose again
victorious over death and the grave.
! Among all the poets Jesus must stand
| first. The poetry that fell from the lips
of the Nazarene will never lose its
sweetness and power: Let not your
heart be troubled. Ye believe in God.
| Believe also in me. In my Fathers
! house are many mansions. If it were
not so, I would have told you. 1 go to
prepare a place for you, and if I go and
prepare a place for you I will come
again and receive you unto myself, that
where I am there We may be also"
| These words, beautiful in themselves,
have added power and beauty because
of the fact that he who spoke them was
not holden of death. Therefore because
he lives we shall live also. These truths
the poet preachers sing to us on Easter
day:
That first Easter morning, when weeping
They found the tomb empty, the rock
portal rent;
Still down the long ages it's glory is
poured
| AS we scatter our songs at the feet of the
| Lord.
And still tbs our comfort that death dark
In Jesus asleep shall with Jesus arise.
Mrs. M. E. Sangster.
The best will come in the great Ito be-
1t is ours to serve and wait.
And the wonderful future we soon shall
For death is but the gate
Even for the dead will not bind
My soul to grief; death cannot long di-
For is it not as if the rose that climbed
My garden wall had bloomed upon the
other side?
Alice Cary
Thou will not leave us in the dust,
| Thou madeSt man he knows not why,
He thinks he was not made to die,
And thou hast made him. thou art just
In Memoriam.
The spark once kindled by the eternal
| breath
Goes not out quite, but somewhere doth
| endure
In that strange life we blindly christen
death
! Somewhere ne is, though where we can
But wheresoe'er God hides him, it is
| we'll.
Lewis Morris
Shall we know each other there 2"
is question that has been asked and
reasked from the earliest times. The
poets have answered this in the affirm
ative. The reunion of friends and loved
ones is an Easter message brought to
our hearts with comforting power by
our poet preachers.
When my final farewell to the world I
have said
And gladly lie down to my rest;
When softly the watchers shall say, He
And fold my pale hands Ger my breast;
And when with my giorified vision at last
| Inc walls OF mat CITY L see,
| Will any one then at the beautiful gate
/ Be waiting and watching for me.
| Gospel Hymn.
! Somewhere is comfort, somewhere faith,
Though thou in outer dark remain,
| One sweet, sad voice ennobles death,
And still for eighteen centuries saith
Softly "Ye meet again.
Lowell.
The poets have spiritualized the res
direction of Jesus and thereby nourish-
ed the hopes that good would finally
! triumph over i'll and every winter
change to spring. AS Jesus rose trium-
phant so every buried truth, every en-
tombed reform, every good cause, will
one day rise to glorious victory.
This is the beauty of our Easter morning;
In him humanity may now arise
Out of the grave of self, all baseness
| scorning:
The holy radiance Of his glorious eyes
Illumines every where uplifted faces
Touches the earthly with a heavenly
| glow;
And in that blessed light all human
! graceS
Unto divine beatitudes must grow.
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