| 493 Fight in his sacred cause, and lead the van! Yes, there are hearts, prophetic hope may trust,
And make his arm puissant as your own! That slumber yet in uncreated dust,
Oh! once again to freedom's cause return, Ordained to fire the adoring sons of earth,
The patriot Tell-the Bruce of Bannock Burn, With evry [every] charm of wisdom and of worth."
But to give our last and most important instance. An aged christian whose narrow span scorned by the world, contemned by all mankind, and now his brightest prospect is to drop into his grave unnoticed and unknown. It may be perchance,
"High hopes danced through his youthful breast He hath seen "friend after friend depart,
And clothed the spring of life with flowers" Who hath not lost a friend"?
But those flowers have long since faded and withered;
But over his eyes, too, the shades of death are now about to close-and then succeeds the dreamless night of the tomb. While he muses upon the past, the present, and the future, wrapt [wrapped] in silent meditation, he already seems to feel the King of terror's icy hand, laid softly on his brow-to hear the rumbling clods strike harshly on his coffin, and with a hollow voice exclaim., "Dust thou art and to dust shalt thou return." The chilled blood recedes to his heart, and he is ready to cry out, "Ah, me! nor hope nor life remains!" But hark-a still small voice whispers in his ear, "Hope, springs eternal in the human breast."
"Hope looks beyond the bounds of time, The quivering lip, pale cheek and closing eye!
When that we now deplore The strife is o'er-the pangs of nature close,
Shall rise in full immortal prime,- Then life's last rapture triumphs o'er her woes.
And bloom to fade no more." Bright to the soul thy seraph hands convey
What though no dazzling hope aspire The morning dream of life's eternal day
To be a second Washington- Hark! as the spirit eyes, with eagle gaze,
Yet ye may rise a monument above the stars. The noon of Heaven undazzled by the blaze,
Unfading hope! when life's last embers burn, On Heav'nly winds that waft her to the sky,
When soul to soul and dust to dust return, Float the sweet tones of star born melody;
Heaven to thy charge resigns the awful hour! Then, then, the triumph and the trance begins,
O! then thy kingdom comes! immortal power! And all the Phenix [Phœnix] spirit burns within!"
What, though each earth born spark of rapture fly, Martha Jane.
Poetry.
[For the Times and Seasons]
The Temple of God.
By Miss Eliza R. Snow.
"Behold! I will send my messenger, and he shall prepare the way before me: and the Lord, whom ye seek, shall suddenly come to his temple, even the messenger of the covenant whom ye delight in! behold, he shall come, saith the Lord of Hosts. Bu who may abide the day of His coming! and who shall stand when he appeareth? for he is like a refiner's fire, an like fuller's soap. And he shall sit as a refiner and purifier of silver; and he shall purify the sons of Levi, and purge them as gold and silver, that they may offer unto the Lord, an offering in righteousness. Then shall the offerings of Judah and Jerusalem be pleasent [pleasant] unto the Lord, as in the days of old, and as in former years." Malachi iii. 21, 2, 3, 4.
Lo, the Savior is coming, the prophets declare-
The times are fulfilling; O Zion, prepare! When a Moses of old, was appointed to rear
The Savior is coming: but where shall he come? A place, where the glory of God should appear;
Will he find the palace of princes, a home? He receiv'd from the hand of the high King of Kings,
No! O no, in his temple he'll surely attend; A true model-a pattern of heavenly things.
But O where is the "temple," where Christ shall descend? The eternal Jehovah will not condescend,
His pure wisdom, with human inventions to blend;
Since the ancient apostles and christians are dead And a temple-a house, to the name of the Lord,
The heavens have been seal'd-they are brass o'er the head Must be built, by commandment, and form'd of his word,
Of a world of professors, presuming to claim Or he will not accept it, nor angels come down
A belief in the gospel of Jesus' blest name; In the light of His presence, the service to crown,
Who profess to believe it, yet boldly deny O! then who, upon earth, uninstructed, will dare
Its most prominent feature, the gifts from on high, Build a house to the Lord? But the scriptures declare
And deny that the word of the Lord should come forth, That Messiah is coming-the time's drawing nigh!
As it anciently did, to the saints upon earth! Hark! a scheme is divulg'd-'twas concerted on high;
Then, to whom shall Jehovah his purpose declare? With divine revelation the saints have been bles't-
And by whom shall the people be taught to prepare Every doubt has subsided-the mind is at rest.
For the coming of Jesus-a "temple" to build,
That the ancient predictions may all be fulfil'd? The great God, has establish'd, in mercy and grace
The "strange work," that precedes the concluding of days-
The pure gospel of Jesus again is restor'd;
By its power, thro' the prophet, the word of the Lord
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