This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1914 edition. Excerpt: ...Scripture to prove it plain That the Father of Christ on the Cross that bled Was a tyrant Will--Man's free-will vain And " elected some " to a future bliss And to singing psalms to a harp of gold: O Sam, you shuddered and yawned at this, And you blew your nose with a sudden cold! For, the week before, ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1914 edition. Excerpt: ...Scripture to prove it plain That the Father of Christ on the Cross that bled Was a tyrant Will--Man's free-will vain And " elected some " to a future bliss And to singing psalms to a harp of gold: O Sam, you shuddered and yawned at this, And you blew your nose with a sudden cold! For, the week before, you had steered your boat O'er the shimmering waters of Lag-aNayle; And you kenned God's will in the lark's glad note, In the streams that sing and the ships that sail: In the light that broke down Ullin's dell Through the trees' sweet grace and the river's glow, . In the chaunt of Anya's wizard well As it leapt to the rippling Aghavoe: In the small bird Christ saw flit in the air, And the "lily" that couched by the common way, And the grass kept safe in the Father's care, Not carked by the dread of the coming day. For the God, you said, writ clear in the Christ Was the Love that yearns through the Mother's pang; And for this, through the ages, sacrificed The patriot died and the poet sang. And for this the unchurched Samaritan Stooped down to the naked and wounded Jew; K And the priest and the Church, with scornful scan, Passed by: and the pence and the thanks were few: And the curses smote, with a war-rage fell, On the sister's plea and the prophet's cry; And the mob, lust-blinded with hate from Hell, Cried: ---" Scourge! "--and " Away! "---and " Crucify! " But the great God stooped through the ages slow, Through Sorrow and Love's great splendid loss; And, at last, --God loved the whole world so, --His love hung gibbeted on a Cross! One tale lives yet in my inmost heart, --I can see your face as you told it...
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