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− | | author =Tappan, Cora L.V., Mrs. | + | | author = Tappan, Cora L.V. |
− | | title =The Beginning | + | | title = The Beginning |
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− | ... | + | <center>AN INSPIRATIONAL POEM BY MRS. CORA L. V. TAPPAN.</center> |
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| + | {{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. |
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| + | 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. |
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| + | :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. |
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| + | :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.}} |
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| + | <center>Poetry.</center> |
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− | | author =Longfellow, Henry W. | + | | author = Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth |
− | | title =Poetry | + | | title = Extracts from the Masque of Pandora |
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− | ... | + | <center>BY HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW.</center> |
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| + | {{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.}} |
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