p. 131 | THE DIVINE EXPURGATOR

International Tract and Missionary Society · Oakland, California · Mar 4, 1886

THE DIVINE EXPURGATOR.

"And He that sat upon the throne said, Behold, I make all things new." Rev. 21 : 5.

The day of true celestial liberty, The era of a liberated world, Of chains forever broken, has not come. The sword of truth with its mute edge hews down The falsehoods of the ages everywhere; Yet still they rise again. The old soil, still Fruitful in ill, retains its poison-roots, And yields a harvest of yet deadlier growth.

And yet I know that ill shall have an end, And time's disorder into order rise. The deluge that has covered this fair globe With its disastrous waters shall ere long Be dried, rolled back from off a suffering soil, And pent up in the caverns whence it came.

These sifting winds of earth shall sink in calm; The strife of nature shall at length be still, The storm-song sink into a dying fall, And the chafed air breathe only summer-peace, All life's entangled knots unraveled then; The inky stains, in millions dropped upon The once fair page of this unblemished earth, Wiped out by Him who made it fair at first! —Dr. Bonar, in "My Old Letters."