. Love and the light; an idyl of the Westland ... E AND THE LIGHT Son of God by Virgin Mother?King awaiting Coronation?Pagan fancy! Christian fable!Antiquated, senile prattle,Only meet for ears of children! Walked He never on the water, Roused no Lazarus from deaths slumber, Did no miracle, nor dying, Brought dead worlds to life by shedding Of his blood to ransom sinners. Passed He from this stage of strivingEen as you and I must vanish;Only times and methods vary—Avenues whereby we exit. Prate no more of resurrection;Body dies—there is no spirit.^^Look not for a future comingOf your Lord, as
. Love and the light; an idyl of the Westland ... E AND THE LIGHT Son of God by Virgin Mother?King awaiting Coronation?Pagan fancy! Christian fable!Antiquated, senile prattle,Only meet for ears of children! Walked He never on the water, Roused no Lazarus from deaths slumber, Did no miracle, nor dying, Brought dead worlds to life by shedding Of his blood to ransom sinners. Passed He from this stage of strivingEen as you and I must vanish;Only times and methods vary—Avenues whereby we exit. Prate no more of resurrection;Body dies—there is no spirit.^^Look not for a future comingOf your Lord, as King of yet shall reign as sovereign,Knowledge, learning, be exalted;No usurping revelation,No beguiled, beguiling prophet,No unrisen, dead Redeemer! Came no answer to this a look of speechless sorrow. AN IDYL OF THE WESTLAND 83 Horrified by her irreverence, By her bitterness of spirit, Her rejection of the prophets. Her denial of the Saviour, Heart-bowed, saddened, crushed and broken, From her presence he VI DESPAIR PLAIN to him that all was over,That no common ground upheld the gap between, once narrow,Insomuch that love overlooked it,Into an abyss had his happy hopes he wept above the ruinOf a soul to him so precious. She had parted with her older than the from ancient aeonsTo the present and the future. AN IDYL OF THE WESTLAND 85 Garnered wealth from worlds eternal,Riches that corrupt not, rust not—Wasteful of this spirit treasure,Prodigal of truth, preferringEmpty husks and withered gleanings,To the fulness of the vineyardAnd the glory of the harvest;Duped, ensnared, by power misleading,Truth and error, sun and , priestcraft, all confounding;Hoping all from wisdoms the prudence that must perishIn the presence of the MightyAnd the Marvel and the Wonder;Shunning light of Heavenly Guidance,Following delusive blindness,Twas the arm of
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