But can the child's gentle airs And heart as mild to forbear Enlighten such depravity Being only a child?
Resolving on their sojourn friend They bide their time, under the trees Whose verdant leaves Gives rest among the holy hills. Reclining by a gentle stream so soft, so still They turn aside from mortal strife To love in truth, confirming peace. Here they drink their life's content As down, down rolls the burden bent Once by a rod waved over their souls From maddened tyranny. Such fruit to bear and strength to lend In ways of grace that flow within Their pearly gates of honest faith! No wielding rule of force, they see The way, by simple virtue won. Of such is the Kingdom- Heaven’s enigmatic ones!
There is a fountain Whose breaking forth is of old; There is a gentle brook Its water, pure as clear gold. Who will put at naught? Eternal, undaunted abides The head, by right established From the heart, just inclined. No thing in heaven or earth Thwarts their medicament- As one through the gate They pass on, with wholly complied intent.
Glorious riches for those who may drink The waters that flow out this throne; Precepts of judgment on upright souls wink As through fields of Beauty they roam!
Descending on the heart renewed Anointed by the morning dew They look expectantly To own their vast integrity. With fuller' soap in hand To wash the inner walls They purge away what is not grand Within the secret chamber's hall. Relying on substantial grace They scourge all pride away And foment the true relations All can know and faith persuades. Once cleansed Inclining to the will, so pure They prove what lovers share and real friends Commend as faithful and true. Thus seeking only to reflect Their tempered best, in liquid words They overflow the world, no jot bereft Of crystal innocence, their light assured.
Though mongers traffic in the hour Arising with discerning power They trip the scale of false standards While iron on the chaff they tread Through a wilderness To the feast prepared.
Bursting bonds asunder They proclaim a day of liberty A day of freedom for the captive- Hurrah, a thousand years of Jubilee! Hosanna, Sabbath for all time And staffs of truth in love’s relation!
The vulgar many scoff Alack! They cry- Sacred heirs threshing down the mountains!
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