SCRIPTURAL SENTIMENTS IN POETRY

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Publishing Committee · Battle Creek, Mich. · Feb 19, 1861

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 17, No. 14.

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SCRIPTURAL SENTIMENTS IN POETRY.

At one of the anniversaries in New York, Dr. Tyng recited a short poem from the pen of the late Charlotte Elizabeth, every line of which he regarded as containing a sentiment sustained by some passage of the Bible. He has appended to each line a scripture in which its sentiment is taught.
When from scattered lands afar Spreads the voice of rumored war Nations in tumultuous pride Heaved like ocean's rolling tide When the solar splendors fall When the crescent waxeth pale And the powers that starlike reign Sink dishonored to the plain, World do thou the signal dread, We exult the drooping head We uplift the expectant eye Our redemption draweth nigh When the fig-tree shoots appear Men behold their summer near When the hearts of rebels fall We the coming conqueror hail Bridegroom of the weeping spouse Listen to our longing vows Listen to her widowed moan Listen to creation's groan Bid, O bid thy trumpet sound Gather thine elect around Gird with saints thy flaming car Summon them from clime afar Call them from life's cheerless gloom Call them from the marble tomb From the grass-grown village grave From the deep dissolving wave From the whirlwind and the flame Mighty head thy members claim Where are they whose proud disdain Scorned to brook Messiah's reign? Lo, in waves of sulph'rous fire Now they taste his tardy ire Fettered till the appointed day When the world shall pass away Quelled are all thy foes, O Lord Sheath again the dreadful sword Where the cross of anguish stood When thy life distilled its blood Where they mocked thy dying groan King of nations plant thy throne Send thy law from Zion forth Speeding o'er the willing earth Earth, whose Sabbath glories rise Crowned with more than Paradise Sacred be the impending veil! Mortal sense and thought must fall Yet the awful hour is nigh We shall see thee eye to eye Be our souls in peace possessed While we seek thy promised rest And from every heart and home Breathe the prayer "O, Jesus come!" Haste to set the captive free All creation groans for thee.