Bureaucrats, Interface administrators, Administrators (Semantic MediaWiki), Curators (Semantic MediaWiki), Editors (Semantic MediaWiki), Suppressors, Administrators, trusted
11,147
edits
HPB-SB-3-192: Difference between revisions
no edit summary
No edit summary |
No edit summary |
||
| Line 13: | Line 13: | ||
| item =1 | | item =1 | ||
| type = poem | | type = poem | ||
| status = | | status = ok | ||
| continues = | | continues = | ||
| author =Tappan, Cora L.V | | author = Tappan, Cora L.V. | ||
| title =The Beginning | | title = The Beginning | ||
| subtitle = | | subtitle = | ||
| untitled = | | untitled = | ||
| Line 27: | Line 27: | ||
}} | }} | ||
... | <center>AN INSPIRATIONAL POEM BY MRS. CORA L. V. TAPPAN.</center> | ||
{{Style P-Poem|poem=In the Beginning was the Word ! What matchless power, | |||
Shaping itself through Chaos with the swiftest thought ! | |||
:Behold ! God in his place | |||
:Spoke unto Chaos face to face, | |||
::In the Beginning. | |||
And the worlds by that mighty breath | |||
::Blossomed in space, | |||
From Chaos and from Death, | |||
::In the Beginning. | |||
And the germ s’eeping all silently, became a flower | |||
::With voting immortality. | |||
The Word was Law. And atoms kindled into light, | |||
And light became a song, for song is law | |||
And harmony which sweep along, | |||
:In octaves through the spheres. | |||
And lo ! God vibrant, with eternal hand, | |||
:Smote Chaos with a song of law, | |||
:Behold ! The world, without a flaw, | |||
Traced upon leaf, or tree, or star, or man ; | |||
One thought—one primal will—revealing | |||
:God's great plan, | |||
::Creation. | |||
Even now, as then, He stands within the space | |||
Apart, and consecrated to the grace | |||
:Of God's good word. | |||
Behold ! It issues thence, | |||
Each thought becomes a recompense, | |||
And like Creation in its cosmic sphere, | |||
You hold the universe within your heart, and hear | |||
::The sigh, the moan. | |||
These are but echoes of the ante-natal groan. | |||
:In the Beginning was the Word ! | |||
:And by the primal law, and power, | |||
:And thought He shaped, the world was born— | |||
::The rock—the flower. | |||
And man through the successive ages of his life | |||
Resonant with song, with care, with strife, | |||
Is but the subject of that primal Word | |||
Which pierces, even as a pointed sword, | |||
::The depths of matter. | |||
:Lo ! The primal thought ! | |||
:How pure and white it is ! | |||
Its rays are caught alone the prism of life, | |||
Turned red and grey by human strife. | |||
Even now, as then, God speaks in primal word, | |||
One song of harmony is ever hearth.}} | |||
{{Style P-HPB SB. Article separator}} | |||
<center>Poetry.</center> | |||
{{HPB-SB-item | {{HPB-SB-item | ||
| volume = 3 | | volume = 3 | ||
| Line 33: | Line 88: | ||
| item =2 | | item =2 | ||
| type = poem | | type = poem | ||
| status = | | status = ok | ||
| continues = | | continues = | ||
| author =Longfellow, Henry | | author = Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth | ||
| title = | | title = Extracts from the Masque of Pandora | ||
| subtitle = | | subtitle = | ||
| untitled = | | untitled = | ||
| Line 47: | Line 102: | ||
}} | }} | ||
... | <center>BY HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW.</center> | ||
{{Style P-Poem|poem=<center>I.</center> | |||
: Death takes us by surprise, | |||
: And stays our hurrying feet; | |||
The great design unfinished lies, | |||
: Our lives are incomplete. | |||
: But in the dark unknown | |||
: Perfect their circles seem, | |||
Even as a bridge's arch of stone | |||
: Is rounded in the stream. | |||
: Alike are life and death, | |||
: When life in death survives, | |||
And the uninterrupted breath | |||
: Inspires a thousand lives. | |||
: Were a star quenched on high, | |||
: For ages would its light, | |||
Still travelling downward from the sky, | |||
: Shine on our mortal sight. | |||
: So when a great man dies, | |||
: For years beyond our ken, | |||
The light he leaves behind him lies | |||
: Upon the paths of men. | |||
<center>II.</center> | |||
River, that stealest with such silent pace | |||
: Around the City of the Dead, where lies | |||
: A friend who bore thy name, and whom these eyes | |||
: Shall see no more in his accustomed place, | |||
Linger and fold him in thy soft embrace | |||
: And say good night, for now the western skies | |||
: Are red with sunset, and gray mists arise | |||
: Like damps that gather on a dead man's face. | |||
Good night ! good night! as we so oft have said | |||
: Beneath this roof at midnight in the days | |||
: That are no more, and shall no more return. | |||
Thou hast but taken thy lamp and gone to bed ; | |||
: I stay a little longer, as one stays | |||
To cover up the embers that still burn.}} | |||
{{HPB-SB-item | {{HPB-SB-item | ||
| volume = 3 | | volume = 3 | ||