Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1901-02-06

My colors richer than Thy gold,
Ny face and form and symmetry.
No power but God could give them me-
The man was deaf ami heard Il not,
But plod,Ied onward from the spot.
As onward through the wood he trod.
Again Inquired els there a GOd?"
squirrel answered from bis tree:
Poor, doubling wretch. look up at ne;
BEHOLD my handsome coat OF gray,
Who changes It to suit the day?
In summer light, in winter warm.
To shield me from both heat and storm.
" no gayelne power the tree 10 climb;
To spring with ease from limb to limb2
Who gave me nuts for winters store?
who gave me all OF these and more2
Il seems TO me, thou doubling clod,
No other could give these than God"
The man was blind, and did not see
The pretty squirrel In the tree.
lie cut staff from of a tree;
lis there GodS" again asked he.
The staff made answer "Rude man, bark,
search close my texture. sap and bark;
My leaf examine, fruit Inspect,
And tell the II thy intellect
Can fashion any part OF me:
Or can thy art create a trces
Create Ike me triling rod,
wouldst thou not need help from God?"
Alas, the man was blind and deaf.
Nor heard, nor saw the reasoning stat.
On down the road with salien piod.
Hes murmuring still. ais there Gods"
The south wind answers "Man, greet
Thee with rare odors fresh and sweet,
I've brought them from ieh beds OF aowers
From blooming orchards and sweet bowers.
sweet fragrant odors made To please.
What powers hut God created tbese:"
rhe sweet perfume he can't adore.
Foo sense of smell he has no more
Now in an orchard resting lay,
sis there Cod" heard him say,
A chorus of sweet voices come
From peach aud apple, pear aud plum
Come taste of us; thou'rt welcome true.
For we have been prepared for you.
From air and water soil and sod.
We have been fashioned by God,
All other powers combined must ask
Help from God for such a task"
Although their words he could not hear.
Nor could he see their colors fair,
Nor get their fragrant odors smell.
In spite OF these, he ate his MI.
As proof OF God twas all waste,
For he had not the power OF taste.
Now summer with her charms IS gone,
And bowling winter rushes on.
Fierce eald. outside the painting storm.
tnside the skeptie snug and warm
Sits gazing at the well. Oiled bod
And bordering stiii. "Is there u God?"
he fire provoked, blushed deeper red.
And with half smolhered wrath Il said
"Ungrateful man. dost thou not feel
My warm breath DER thy body steal?
Whence comes this warmth? The coal is burned
But eanst thou tell how 'tis performed7
Who'll change the coal within thy bod
To heat and light, except Godg
Who bids my rays against The storm,
Besiegiug now to do thee harms
dash halt. million miles an hour
Against my foe. Who gives me power?
Who gives my sire. the SUI. so bold,
Command to battie 'gsinrt the eoidg
Power To defeat and uriye hiia back
A'''i spread spring. carpet on his track
hundred million miles away
He nnoLates the foe OF Jay.
Dethrones The goddess, Nyx or Night,
Restores Hemera to his tight.
What, man, dost thou affect 70 nod,
stii disSelieying ia God;
II 'twere not for omhiposenee
To rule the universe immense,
To whom thou dost commit TO Keep
un'ware thy soul white thou dost sleep,
Thou mightest awake (if ere again)
TO iiad thyset no more man,
But toad. or sheep. or stubborn mule,
Or tslight, II changed AT alb foot"
Poor seif-made prisoner, shut within
rny narrow walls stained DER with sin.
Tiny windows closed. through which the soul
Might be convinced beyond control,
And leaping from Its prison cell,
Gloomy and dark forecast Of hell.
kNelaim with rapturous heart Intent
There Is a God omnipotent"
Weak man, II when thy sensual ewes
Again the light do realize,
If thou'dst but ope the spiritual sense
tOhi What blessed reeofnpenseJ
fhou'dst change the sorrow. gloom and hell,
For joys no tongue or pen can tell.
The skeptic woke. but doubling SIM;
For, light shut out, his mind was fun
OF crafty fogs and binding mist,
And he became an atheist.
''There is no God!" the atheist cried;
The III htning flashed across the heaven
And Numbered back: "Poor fool, thou'st lied.
By God Thy tongue profane was given"
And then the lightning wrote in gold
So bright the atheist coHld not trace:
There Is a God of power untold;
I'm faint reelection of his face"
Man, fallen brother. why dost thou,
A slave to sin and gloom 'Iili now,
Longer deter thy restless soul
From flying toward its cherished goalg
For meier TO man by God was given
A soul without desire for heaven.
Thy soul shut In like some wild bird
With song as sweet as ever heard.
Trembling within It's close eonane.
Afraid to sing. ran only pine.
Open thy sonPs i've windows given.
Let Ia the golden light from heaven,
Twill light thy lettering, temporal home,
And picture heavens eternal dome;
Thy raptured soul. from bondage free.
VIII Sing sweet songs eternaiiy"