The Secret of the Creation Part 7

Through the gates above Zion the hosts pa.s.s by, ascending and descending by the silvering portals. Upon that beautiful road he has built through the sky. All the earth is full of his glory as the wind, his power is nigh. His saints walk in his strength. There is no death, there is none of his hosts that ever die.

A Meditation--The Afterwhile

1. In the twilight I wandered by the old home place, and I saw it lie in wreck; all was vanity and despair. I sought for the things that belonged to my childhood days, but none of them were there.

2. The old apple tree which stood by the gate, had aged and fallen almost away. Its branches were drooped and crisp with time, through which I used to chase in games of play.

3. I looked away to the old house which stood midst the terrace blue. I thought of the days of my childhood ways, but storm and drear had changed things to an age of bronzed hue.

4. My old rose was gone which stood by the doorway, resting its hands against the wall. And seemed to watch me as I would fleet across the terrace, as if to guard against my fall.

5. I went to look through the garden of the days of long ago, and I saw that my brook lay mired and neglected, which so proudly through its vintage once did flow.

6. My old oak, too, had fallen which stood by the garden wall; crowned with azure gray like the light of fall. Casting its shadows across our brook, it was so strong, so mighty, and tall.

7. My cherry trees and the peaches, too, were gone, some hand had cast them aside. And the lilies and the magnolias and all the orchard beauties of my childhood pride.

8. There were only tiny fragments of our s.h.i.+ps which in the rustic brook still yet did lie. When since so short a time when our gay sails and flags upon its waters did fly.

9. There had been a great rain out upon the hills, and our brook had become a mighty sea. Then we went with our s.h.i.+ps to explore unknown lands, Julie, and Anna, and Me.

10. We set our s.h.i.+ps in order and gave up our brave young lives to fate. We proudly manned our sails from the old elm tree down to the lower gate.

11. The tide rose high and turbulent and cast our s.h.i.+ps upon a foreign sh.o.r.e. And we took charge of that land in order as by our swords and crowns we swore.

12. A bull screamed in the distance upon the bronzed hills. The cattle were coming home across the fringed rills. As in haste our s.h.i.+ps we sought to fill, with trophies of that vintage land for our conquest to tell.

13. When we heard the voice of our Mother calling from over the mighty sea: "Come home, children, come home," she called across the river, "for Julie, and Anna, and Me."

14. I stood in the evening shadows with my head bare and gray. And as I looked through the evening twilight I saw my orchard beauties transplanted upon a hill to the leeward just away.

15. My old Oak was there, and the apple trees, and the peaches and the pretty things that bloom in red and rone. And I thought I heard the voice of our old rose still calling my children, "Come home, come home."

The Victory of Love

Early in the morning--in the morning of life.

Resting while the flowers unfolding to soothe the burning day of strife.

Fleeting hands lingering nearer, pressing down the folds of my shade.

A heart of gold ye diamond light transparent, to my soul such love is made.

I must rise and be ascending, while the flowers are in full bloom.

Through the fields be swiftly pa.s.sing, the fleeting hours of noon.

I shall gather while praising on the lyre, a few wreaths are strewn.

That I shall rest through the evening, for the night shall triumph soon.

I shall ascend beyond the evening, to a field of light that is shown.

With hearts like gold ye love transparent, before a great white throne.

There again it shall be morning, for he made that day of rest you see.

Calling those fleeting hands come hither; those that love, are loved by me.

A High Praise--by Thomas Alvin Edison, the Great Apostle

I abjure thee by the living G.o.d that the truth be found in thee.

For the soul of man also needs light, wandering through eternity.

The living G.o.d he reigns in all the earth and watches on man's ways.

He demands in him that we believe serving through our evil days.

Mosier Alleuher's great son has shown the beautiful way With light for the living mind of man from the haze of these cloud-strewn days.

We shall serve the living G.o.d, ministering saints of the air.

Or be driven from his beautiful light to the dark'ning realms of despair.

The living mind hastens to prepare desperately at the closing our here.

Something with which to join the high hosts watching over the earth up there.

Behold, I show the great mystery to thee, for the Lord shall make it fair.

Ye minds shall soon depart from the earth, to join the Lord in the air.

The soul's refuge is found in life that praises here.

All glory to the Lord on high who brought great joy and salvation near.

Ye thunders in darkness lash with rage, the Lord is not in them found.

But in peace with his saints over the beautiful world his spirit is bound.

O arise ye hosts of the earth, it's in high praises by thee.

That the Lord shall banish the tears of grief from the great human sea.

Music and great joy descending from his throne in praises with thee.

It's not far from there by the saints of the air to all the souls that be.

While the tempest rages wild or the seas roll back from the sh.o.r.e.

He will lead his saints through sorrow 'till all their trials are o'er.

A Meditation--The Shadows

Darkness mingles midst the tall green pines that shadow the face of the whole brown earth.