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nature and the book.
Whereon is written "Whosoever will";
Also that story which hath lightened grief,
And dried within its source the mourner's tear;
The story of a City built of light
Transmitted through all precious lustres clear,
Within whose gem-walled streets shall be no night!
Also that story which hath lightened grief,
And dried within its source the mourner's tear;
The story of a City built of light
Transmitted through all precious lustres clear,
Within whose gem-walled streets shall be no night!
The morning-glories let the sunrise through,
Shedding a various glow upon the Word:
With sumptuous lines of purple, red, and blue,
Familiar promises were underscored.
I read and mused until my heart spoke out:
"Nature saith 'Is,' but addeth not 'Shall be,'
Which God hath written here past any doubt;
The words that human eyes ached long to see.
We might have guessed it. Some, the saintly-strong
And clear of insight, know that unto life,
Which is of Him, His endless years belong,
And are at rest from inward questioning strife.
Shedding a various glow upon the Word:
With sumptuous lines of purple, red, and blue,
Familiar promises were underscored.
I read and mused until my heart spoke out:
"Nature saith 'Is,' but addeth not 'Shall be,'
Which God hath written here past any doubt;
The words that human eyes ached long to see.
We might have guessed it. Some, the saintly-strong
And clear of insight, know that unto life,
Which is of Him, His endless years belong,
And are at rest from inward questioning strife.
"But few live on the mountain-peaks of thought,
And fewer still keep holy instinct pure:
To sin, as unto weakness, hath He brought
This lamp, to make the homeward pathway sure.
And fewer still keep holy instinct pure:
To sin, as unto weakness, hath He brought
This lamp, to make the homeward pathway sure.
