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Its windows flashing to the sky	A
Beneath a thousand roofs of brown	B
Far down the vale my friend and I	A
Beheld the old and quiet town	B
The ghostly sails that out at sea	C
Flapped their white wings of mystery	C
The beaches glimmering in the sun	D
And the low wooded capes that run	D
Into the sea mist north and south	E
The sand bluffs at the river's mouth	E
The swinging chain bridge and afar	F
The foam line of the harbor bar	F
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Over the woods and meadow lands	G
A crimson tinted shadow lay	H
Of clouds through which the setting day	H
Flung a slant glory far away	H
It glittered on the wet sea sands	G
It flamed upon the city's panes	I
Smote the white sails of ships that wore	J
Outward or in and glided o'er	K
The steeples with their veering vanes	I
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Awhile my friend with rapid search	L
O'erran the landscape 'Yonder spire	M
Over gray roofs a shaft of fire	K
What is it pray ' 'The Whitefield Church	L
Walled about by its basement stones	N
There rest the marvellous prophet's bones '	-
Then as our homeward way we walked	O
Of the great preacher's life we talked	O
And through the mystery of our theme	P
The outward glory seemed to stream	P
And Nature's self interpreted	Q
The doubtful record of the dead	R
And every level beam that smote	R
The sails upon the dark afloat	R
A symbol of the light became	S
Which touched the shadows of our blame	S
With tongues of Pentecostal flame	S
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Over the roofs of the pioneers	T
Gathers the moss of a hundred years	T
On man and his works has passed the change	U
Which needs must be in a century's range	U
The land lies open and warm in the sun	D
Anvils clamor and mill wheels run	D
Flocks on the hillsides herds on the plain	V
The wilderness gladdened with fruit and grain	V
But the living faith of the settlers old	R
A dead profession their children hold	R
To the lust of office and greed of trade	R
A stepping stone is the altar made	R
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The church to place and power the door	J
Rebukes the sin of the world no more	J
Nor sees its Lord in the homeless poor	W
Everywhere is the grasping hand	R
And eager adding of land to land	R
And earth which seemed to the fathers meant	R
But as a pilgrim's wayside tent	R
A nightly shelter to fold away	H
When the Lord should call at the break of day	H
Solid and steadfast seems to be	C
And Time has forgotten Eternity	C
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But fresh and green from the rotting roots	X
Of primal forests the young growth shoots	X
From the death of the old the new proceeds	Y
And the life of truth from the rot of creeds	Y
On the ladder of God which upward leads	Y
The steps of progress are human needs	Y
For His judgments still are a mighty deep	Z
And the eyes of His providence never sleep	Z
When the night is darkest He gives the morn	A2
When the famine is sorest the wine and corn	A2
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In the church of the wilderness Edwards wrought	R
Shaping his creed at the forge of thought	R
And with Thor's own hammer welded and bent	R
The iron links of his argument	R
Which strove to grasp in its mighty span	B2
The purpose of God and the fate of man	B2
Yet faithful still in his daily round	R
To the weak and the poor and sin sick found	R
The schoolman's lore and the casuist's art	R
Drew warmth and life from his fervent heart	R
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Had he not seen in the solitudes	Y
Of his deep and dark Northampton woods	Y
A vision of love about him fall	C2
Not the blinding splendor which fell on Saul	C2
But the tenderer glory that rests on them	D2
Who walk in the New Jerusalem	E2
Where never the sun nor moon are known	F2
But the Lord and His love are the light alone	F2
And watching the sweet still countenance	Y
Of the wife of his bosom rapt in trance	Y
Had he not treasured each broken word	R
Of the mystical wonder seen and heard	R
And loved the beautiful dreamer more	J
That thus to the desert of earth she bore	J
Clusters of Eshcol from Canaan's shore	J
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As the barley winnower holding with pain	V
Aloft in waiting his chaff and grain	V
Joyfully welcomes the far off breeze	Y
Sounding the pine tree's slender keys	Y
So he who had waited long to hear	G2
The sound of the Spirit drawing near	H2
Like that which the son of Iddo heard	R
When the feet of angels the myrtles stirred	R
Felt the answer of prayer at last	R
As over his church the afflatus passed	R
Breaking its sleep as breezes break	I2
To sun bright ripples a stagnant lake	I2
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At first a tremor of silent fear	H2
The creep of the flesh at danger near	H2
A vague foreboding and discontent	R
Over the hearts of the people went	R
All nature warned in sounds and signs	Y
The wind in the tops of the forest pines	Y
In the name of the Highest called to prayer	J2
As the muezzin calls from the minaret stair	J2
Through ceiled chambers of secret sin	K2
Sudden and strong the light shone in	K2
A guilty sense of his neighbor's needs	Y
Startled the man of title deeds	Y
The trembling hand of the worldling shook	L2
The dust of years from the Holy Book	L2
And the psalms of David forgotten long	M2
Took the place of the scoffer's song	M2
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The impulse spread like the outward course	Y
Of waters moved by a central force	Y
The tide of spiritual life rolled down	B
From inland mountains to seaboard town	B
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Prepared and ready the altar stands	Y
Waiting the prophet's outstretched hands	Y
And prayer availing to downward call	C2
The fiery answer in view of all	C2
Hearts are like wax in the furnace who	N2
Shall mould and shape and cast them anew	N2
Lo by the Merrimac Whitefield stands	Y
In the temple that never was made by hands	Y
Curtains of azure and crystal wall	C2
And dome of the sunshine over all	C2
A homeless pilgrim with dubious name	S
Blown about on the winds of fame	S
Now as an angel of blessing classed	R
And now as a mad enthusiast	R
Called in his youth to sound and gauge	O2
The moral lapse of his race and age	O2
And sharp as truth the contrast draw	P2
Of human frailty and perfect law	P2
Possessed by the one dread thought that lent	R
Its goad to his fiery temperament	R
Up and down the world he went	R
A John the Baptist crying Repent	R
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No perfect whole can our nature make	I2
Here or there the circle will break	I2
The orb of life as it takes the light	R
On one side leaves the other in night	R
Never was saint so good and great	R
As to give no chance at St Peter's gate	R
For the plea of the Devil's advocate	R
So incomplete by his being's law	P2
The marvellous preacher had his flaw	P2
With step unequal and lame with faults	Y
His shade on the path of History halts	Y
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Wisely and well said the Eastern bard	R
Fear is easy but love is hard	R
Easy to glow with the Santon's rage	O2
And walk on the Meccan pilgrimage	Q2
But he is greatest and best who can	B2
Worship Allah by loving man	B2
Thus he to whom in the painful stress	Y
Of zeal on fire from its own excess	Y
Heaven seemed so vast and earth so small	C2
That man was nothing since God was all	C2
Forgot as the best at times have done	D
That the love of the Lord and of man are one	D
Little to him whose feet unshod	R
The thorny path of the desert trod	R
Careless of pain so it led to God	R
Seemed the hunger pang and the poor man's wrong	M2
The weak ones trodden beneath the strong	M2
Should the worm be chooser the clay withstand	R
The shaping will of the potter's hand	R
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In the Indian fable Arjoon hears	Y
The scorn of a god rebuke his fears	Y
'Spare thy pity ' Krishna saith	E
'Not in thy sword is the power of death	E
All is illusion loss but seems	Y
Pleasure and pain are only dreams	Y
Who deems he slayeth doth not kill	R2
Who counts as slain is living still	R2
Strike nor fear thy blow is crime	S2
Nothing dies but the cheats of time	S2
Slain or slayer small the odds	Y
To each immortal as Indra's gods '	-
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So by Savannah's banks of shade	R
The stones of his mission the preacher laid	R
On the heart of the negro crushed and rent	R
And made of his blood the wall's cement	R
Bade the slave ship speed from coast to coast	R
Fanned by the wings of the Holy Ghost	R
And begged for the love of Christ the gold	R
Coined from the hearts in its groaning hold	R
What could it matter more or less	Y
Of stripes and hunger and weariness	Y
Living or dying bond or free	C
What was time to eternity	C
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Alas for the preacher's cherished schemes	Y
Mission and church are now but dreams	Y
Nor prayer nor fasting availed the plan	B2
To honor God through the wrong of man	B2
Of all his labors no trace remains	Y
Save the	E