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T. L. MITCHELL. Publisher.
Vol. 13.—N0. 9.
For Woman’s Work.
LET TMEEE BE LK3MTT
BEHOLD the Lord in majesty! He stands
At heaven’s door half ope’d,
Views the dim waste of darkness stretching out —
Illimitable, solemn, vast —
Unbroken by a solitary ray
Save that from Him who thither stood,
And looked upon the darkness. He
Was bathed in brightness magnified
By the dense gloom of the universe.
His form —it were a sacrilege
To frame description into words of man.
Crystal the light of all the suns of night
And day; now add the light of countless worlds
To man unknown; collect it all
For ages numberless—the glow—
And into one brief millionth part
Or time a tenth of moment long
Concentrate all. The brilliancy
Os Him, the All-Wise, far outshines
The latter pigmy beam.
As underneath the frozen deep
The tundras’ beds, all ice-bound, lie
The souls of life in countless seeds
That wait the herald-dawn, to vie
In perfume, flowers of sunnier clime
They touched with kindness; these* with death
When king frost lifts the shroud, the seeds
Shall hearken to awakening breath;
As from the sands of ocean spring—
From germs how old no tongue may .know —
, The slender stalk, the seaweed spread;
Did winds or rains or seasons sow?
All planting—all the ages hence may hide—
Reveals in truth the truth to man’s full sense,
\ God knows His ways; and Time will tell
His agency. By Him ’tis all wrought -well.
So as He stood —O, grandest theme
That ever on man’s imagery
Left traces!—underneath, below,
To left, to right, a countless realm
Os pulsing, throbbing atoms tossed;
Fair opportunity for might
And majesty omniscient!
Or here, or there, the swirling mass
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1 $ POETRY- page ♦
. J ♦ The Man with the Pen r ♦
Hp ■< ' ~ • 1o My Heart Goes Singing 4 ♦
> Little Kathleen 5 T
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In/’ fIUHMI i * 1 ♦ i*Rir>E Battling with Poverty 1 ♦
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I ♦ An Unfortunate Princess 5 £
i!j HSB| ♦ The True Mark 5 ♦
J S[ H /I 1 4 Books New and Not So New 9 ♦
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! ORm : -3atl T^|PSS^aiOL^^H-a| , | IW ■ rai il.a' 0 Thoughts 12 0
; - h W ; * “When Knighthood Was IN Elower” 13 o
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TO TURN THEM FROM ALLURING PATHS OF ERROR ONCE EMBRACED,
ATHENS, GEORGIA, SEPTEMBER, 1900.
Os particles repellent; bound
But by dim ether, endless space—
Calm in the tossing, seething sea,
Hear Him who spake the worlds to form:
“Let there be light!’’
O, mighty depths
Os hidden gloom reveal thy germs!
O, mighty forces of the sea,
Os unentrammeled matter, Ust! •
He speaks, the Mighty-All, the Lord!
As rolls the curtain of the night;
As dawn, the somber depths of sky
Melts into blush of rosy morn;
As from the rift of thunder-cloud,
That mantles o’er the shuddering earth,
The sun bursts forth, His cerements
From fringed black to bridal changed;
As after full eclipse of sun
"When strong hearts quaked and nature wept,
The light of life and love again
Encircles earth in warm embrace;
As when the heart in slough of grief
Sees hope a-glimmer on the tide;
So —but that these are mortal —that
First dawn of day when God spoke light
Began developing, to grow
Till universe of worlds His power
< Proclaimed, and sang Time’s dawning hour!
First, glints of light, the vapor bent
In cycles ending but with Time;
O’er ''ll the hand of mighty God;
The diamond sparkle of the spheres,
As yet in infancy, remote.
What gentle light, what incense rare
To power, to influence divine!
As diamond, catching diamond’s fire,
Grows radiant in the cluster’s light;
As countless strings take up the strain
One cord gives life; so, far and near
The soft light grows, the anthem swells
Till day and harmony, in one,
Fills all the firmament, and tells
To seraph ears, time has begun.
DeKeller Stamey.
KATE GARLAND, Editress.
50 Gts. per Year.