Select Poetry.

Thames Star, Volume XIV, Issue 4436, 24 March 1883, Page 1

Select Poetry.

"LIGHT." by witiiAjc rat nsaam. ■ - BVom the quickened womb of the primal - ' gloom , , The sun rolled, blaok and bare*, - • - ;\ Till I wove him a vest for his Ethiop breast, - Of the threads of my golden hair; And. when the broad tent of the firmament Arose on its airy spars, I penciled the hue of its matchleos blue, ' And spangled it around with stars. I painted the flowers of the Eden bowers, And their leaves of living green, And mine were the dyea in the sinless eyes Of Eden's Virgin queen; ■ And when the fiend's art in the truthful i heart - >• ' , - Had fastened its portal spell, In; the silvery sphere of the first born tear To the trembling earth I fell. When the waves that burst o'er a world accursed ' Their work; of wrath had sped, And the Ark's lone few, tried and true, Came forth among the dead, With the wondrous gleams of the bridal „ , beams, I bade their terrors cease, As I' wrote on the roll of the storm's dark ' i scroll ' ■- (Grod's covenant of peace. Like a pall at rest, on the senseless breast, - Night's funeral shadow slept— Where shepherd swains on Bethlehem's - ! plains, Their lonely vigils,kept. -. ' When I flashed on their sight the heralds bright, . • , Of Heaven's redeemingpplatn t they chanted the morn, the Saviour born— ■ Joy, joy, to the outcast man. Equal favor I show to the lofty and low, On the just and unjust I descend; E'en, the blind, whose vain spheres, roll in „ darkness and tears,' ' . Feel my Bmile, the blest smile of a friend, Nay, the flower of the waste, by my love is ' [ embraced, !As the rose in the garden.of kings;-- -.; --. A^ the chrysalis bier of the morn I appear, * And lo J the gay butterfly's wing. '. , - THe desolate morn, like the mourner forlorn, Conceals all the pride of her charms, Till Ibid the bright hours, chase the night .; from her flowers, And lead the young day to her arms; And when the gay rover seeks Eve for her lover, And sinks to her balmy repose, ■ - . I wrap the soft rest by the zephyr»fanned westi . . ' In curtains of amber and rose. From my sentinel steep by the night-brooded : " .".deep £-^iunj-vr Uik- ttnninmtraring ujuj -—' —■ '— When the cynosure star of the mariner Is blotted out from the sky; And guided by me through the merciless i sea" Though sped by the hurricane's wings, His compassionless. dark; lone, weltering bark, The haven home safely he brings. I waken the flowers in the dew*spangled bowers, The birds in their chambers of green, And mountain and plain glow with beauty . again, As. they, bask in the matinal sheen. 0, if such the glad worth of my presence on . . ' ; earth, . Though fitful and fleeting, the while, . What glories must rest on^ the home .of .the t . blessed, : Ever bright with the Deity's smile.