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WORSHIP. A fine composition by John G. WHITTIER, a poet of America. “Pure religion, and undefiled, before God and the Father, is this: To visit the widows and the fatherless in their affliction, and to keep himself unspotted from the world.”—James i. 27. THE Pagan's myths through marble lips are spoken,
And ghosts of old Beliefs still flit and moan Round fane and altar overthrown and broken,
O'er tree-grown barrow and grey ring of stone. Blind Faith had martyrs in those old high places,
The Syrian hill-grove and the Druid's wood, With mothers offering to the Fiend's embraces
Bone of their bone, and blood of their own blood.
Red altars, kindling through that night of error,
Smoked with warm blood beneath the cruel eye Of lawless Power and sanguinary Terror,
Throned on the circle of a pitiless sky;
Beneath whose baleful shadow, overcasting
All heaven above, and blighting earth below,
And man's oblation was his fear and woe!
Of dirge-like music and sepulchral prayer ; Pale wizard priests, o'er occult symbols droning,
Swung their white censers in the burden'd air :
As if the pomp of rituals, and the savour
Of gums and spices, could the Unseen please ; As if His ear could bend, with childish favour,
To the poor flattery of the organ keys !
Feet red from war-fields trod the church-aisles holy
With trembling reverence; and the oppressor there, Kneeling before his priest, abased and lowly,
Crush'd human hearts beneath his knee of prayer. Not such the service the benignant Father
Requireth at his earthly children's hands : Not the poor offering of vain rites, but rather
The simple duty man from man demands. VOL II.
For Earth he asks it: the full joy of Heaven
Knoweth no change of waning or increase;
Untroubled flows the river of His peace.
He asks no taper lights, on high surrounding
The priestly altar and the saintly grave. No dolorous chant nor organ music sounding,
Nor incense clouding up the twilight nave. For he whom Jesus loved hath truly spoken:
The holier worship which he deigns to bless Restores the lost, and binds the spirit-broken,
And feeds the widow and the fatherless!
Types of our human weakness and our sorrow!
Who lives unhaunted by bis loved ones dead ? Who, with vain longing, seeketh not to borrow
From stranger eyes the home lights which have fled ? Oh, brother man ! fold to thy heart thy brother;
Where pity dwells, the peace of God is there; To worship rightly is to love each other,
Each smile a hymn, each kindly deed a prayer. Follow with reverent steps the great example
Of Him whose holy work was “ doing good;" So shall the wide earth seem our Father's temple,
Each loving life a psalm of gratitude.
Then shall all shackles fall; the stormy clangor
Of wild war music o'er the earth shall cease ; Love shall tread out the baleful fire of anger,
And in its ashes plant the tree of peace!
THE VISION OF A TEMPLE. A passage from a reinarkable poem by ROBERT BROWNING, entitled Christmas Eve and Easter Day, a work in his quaintest style, strangely mingling comedy with pathos and the purest poetry with the vilest doggerel. How well he can write this will show.
What is it, yon building,