OLD SCHOOL AND NEW.
��OLD. SCHOOL AND NEW.
A NGRY and swelling, fierce and fast, 11 Ran wide the waves of Schism, Estranging friends on either bank
Blessed with a common chrism. At first it ran a tiny rill
Between two heads of clover ; At last it ran an angry flood
Dim eyes could scarce see over. This side the Old School gravely walked,
And preached and prayed and pondered ; That side the New School talked and prayed,
As down the stream it wandered.
From either side the shout went up, " Come over, friends, come hither !
The lamp of Life shines on us both From yonder surging river."
Each earnest envoy trimmed his bark,
Each bore the anchor golden, Forged by Westminster s prayerful ones
In council grave and olden ; Each to the beacon gladly came
For better light.
Lo ! gleaming, One torch burnt blue upon the waves,
One ruddy rays sent streaming Athwart the Doctrine Islands there,
Jagged and fearful lying,
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