<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=584460" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Yesterday, To-day, and For Ever: Book IV. - The Creation of Angels and of Men</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O tears, ye rivulets that flow profuse<br>Forth from the fountains of perennial love,<br>Love, sympathy, and sorrow, those pure springs<br>Welling in secret up from lower depths<br>Than couch beneath the everlasting hills:<br>Ye showers that from the cloud of mercy fall<br>In drops of tender grief, - you I invoke,<br>For in your gentleness there lies a spell<br>Mightier than arms or bolted chains of iron.<br>When floating by the reedy banks of Nile <br>A babe of more than human beauty wept,<br>Were not the innocent dews upon its cheeks<br>A link in God's great counsels? Who knows not <br>The loves of David and young Jonathan,<br>When in unwitting rivalry of hearts <br>The son of Jesse won a nobler wreath<br>Than garlands pluck'd in war and dipp'd in blood?<br>And haply she, who wash'd her Saviour's feet<br>With the soft silent rain of penitence,<br>And wiped them with her tangled tresses, gave<br>A costlier sacrifice than Solomon,<br>What time he slew myriads of sheep and kine,<br>And pour'd upon the brazen altar forth<br>Rivers of fragrant oil. In Peter's woe,<br>Bitterly weeping in the darken'd street,<br>Love veils his fall. The traitor shed no tear.<br>But Magdalene's gushing grief is fresh <br>In memory of us all, as when it drench'd<br>The cold stone of the sepulchre. Paul wept,<br>And by the droppings of his heart subdued<br>Strong men by all his massive arguments<br>Unvanquish'd. And the loved Evangelist<br>Wept, though in heaven, that none in heaven were found<br>Worthy to loose the Apocalyptic seals.<br>No holy tear is lost. None idly sinks<br>As water in the barren sand: for God,<br>Let David witness, puts his children's tears<br>Into His cruse and writes them in His book; -<br>David, that sweetest lyrist, not the less<br>Sweet that his plaintive pleading tones ofttimes<br>Are tremulous with grief. For he and all<br>God's nightingales have ever learn'd to sing,<br>Pressing their bosom on some secret thorn.<br>In the world's morning it was thus: and, since<br>The evening shadows fell athwart mankind,<br>Thus hath it always been. Blind and bereft,<br>The minstrel of an Eden lost explored <br>Things all invisible to mortal eyes.<br>And he, who touch'd with a true poet's hand<br>The harp of prophecy, himself had learn'd<br>Its music in the school of mourners. But <br>Beyond all other sorrow stands enshrined<br>The imperishable record - Jesus Wept.<br>He wept beside the grave of Lazarus;<br>He wept lamenting lost Jerusalem;<br>He wept with agonizing groans beneath<br>The olives of Gethsemane. O tears,<br>For ever sacred, since in human grief<br>The Man of sorrows mingled healing drops<br>With the great ocean tides of human woe;<br>You I invoke to modulate my words<br>And chasten my ambition, while I search,<br>And by your aid with no unmoisten'd eye,<br>The early archives of the birth of time.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yes, there are tears in heaven. Love ever breathes<br>Compassion; and compassion without tears<br>Would lack its truest utterance: saints weep<br>And angels: only there no bitterness<br>Troubles the crystal spring. And when I felt,<br>More solaced than surprised, my guardian's tears<br>Falling upon my hand, my bosom yearn'd<br>Towards him with a nearer brotherhood;<br>And, terrible as seem'd his beauty once,<br>His terrors were less mighty than his tears.<br>His heart was as my heart. He was in grief,<br>No feigned sorrow. And instinctively -<br>Love's instinct to console the one beloved -<br>I answer'd, 'Oriel, let it grieve thee not<br>Thus to have told me of thy dark sojourn<br>In yonder world of death. I thought before<br>Of thee as dwelling ever in the light,<br>And knowing only joy; but now I see<br>We both have suffer'd; sinless thou, and I <br>Ransom'd from sin; for others only thou,<br>I for myself and others; - but yet links<br>Betwixt us of a tender sympathy <br>Eternity will rivet, not unloose.<br>And now, albeit, had I nursed of wrath,<br>Thy words had quench'd the latest spark, yet thou,<br>While quenching hope, hast hopelessness illumed.<br>Far visions throng my eye and fill my soul<br>Of evil overcome by final good,<br>And death itself absorb'd in victory.<br>But first I long to listen from thy lips<br>The story of creation's birth, whene'er<br>In the unclouded morning-tide of heaven<br>Thou and thy holy peers beheld the light.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And Oriel took my hand in his once more,<br>And from the summit of that cliff we turn'd,<br>And, with the ease of spirits, descending sought<br>A lower platform, whence the mighty gulf<br>Betwixt that shadowy land of death and ours<br>Was hidden, but afar pre-eminent<br>Over the realms of Paradise. But soon<br>A train of silvern mists and airy clouds,<br>Only less limpid than the light itself,<br>Began to creep from every vale, where late<br>Invisible they couch'd by fount and rill,<br>Around us o'er the nearer hills, and hung<br>Their lucid veils across the crystal sky,<br>Not always, but by turns drawn and withdrawn<br>In grateful interchange, so that awhile<br>Rocks, mountains, valleys, woods, and glittering lakes,<br>And those uncounted distances of blue<br>Were mantled with their flowing draperies,<br>And then awhile in radiant outline lay; -<br>Haply less lovely when unclothed than clothed <br>With those transparent half-transparent robes,<br>But loveliest in alternate sheen and shade.<br>I knew the token and was still: and there<br>Upon a ledge of rock recline, we gazed<br>Our fill of more than Eden's freshness, when<br>The mists of God water'd the virgin earth,<br>And gazing drank the music of its calm,<br>Silent ourselves for gladness. But at last,<br>As if recalling his far-travell'd thoughts,<br>Not without deeper mellowness of tone,<br>Oriel resumed his narrative and spake:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Yes, saidst thou truly, in the world of spirits,<br>As in the early Paradise of man,<br>Creation had its morning without clouds;<br>When first the bare illimitable void<br>Throughout its everlasting silences <br>Heard whispers of God's voice and trembled. Then,<br>Passing from measureless eternity,<br>In which the Highest dwelt Triune Alone,<br>To measurable ages, Time began.<br>And then, emerging out of nothingness,<br>At God's behest commanding Let Them Be,<br>The rude raw elements of nature Were:<br>Viewless and without form at first. But soon<br>God will'd, and breathed His will; and lo, a sea<br>Of subtle and elastic ether flow'd,<br>Immense, imponderable, luminous,<br>Which, while revealing other things, remains <br>Itself invisible, impalpable,<br>Pervading space. Thus Uncreated Light<br>Created in the twinkling of an eye<br>A tabernacle worthy of Himself,<br>And saw that it was good, and dwelt therein.<br>Then, moulded by the Word's almighty hand,<br>And by the Spirit of life inform'd, the heaven<br>With all its orbits and the heaven of heavens <br>Rose like a vision. There the throne supreme,<br>Refulgent as if built of solid light,<br>Where He, whom all the heavens cannot contain,<br>Reveals His glory' incomprehensible,<br>Was set upon the awful mount of God,<br>The Heavenly Zion: over it above<br>The empyrean of the universe;<br>And near it, or beneath it as it seem'd,<br>That mystic chariot, paved with love, instinct<br>Thereafter with the holy cherubim;<br>And round about it four and twenty thrones,<br>Vacant as yet - not long. God, who is Spirit,<br>Bade spirits exist, and they existed. Forms<br>Of light, in infinite varieties,<br>Though all partaking of that human type<br>Which afterward the Son of God assumed<br>(Angelical and human forms, thou seest,<br>Are not so far diverse as mortals think),<br>Awoke in legions arm'd, or one by one<br>Successively appear'd. Succession there,<br>In numbers passing thy arithmetic,<br>Might be more rapid than my words, and yet<br>Exhaust the flight of ages. There is space<br>For ages in the boundless past. But each<br>Came from the hand of God distinct, the fruit <br>Of His eternal counsels, the design<br>Of His omniscient love, His workmanship;<br>Each seraph, no angelic parentage<br>Betwixt him and the Great Artificer,<br>Born of the Spirit, and by the Word create.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Of these were three foremost, Lucifer,<br>Michael, and Gabriel: Lucifer, the first,<br>Conspicuous as the star of morning shone,<br>And held his lordly primacy supreme;<br>Though scarcely' inferior seem'd Michael the prince,<br>Or Gabriel, God's swift winged messenger.<br>And after these were holy Raphael;<br>Uriel, the son of light; Barakiel,<br>Impersonation of beatitude;<br>Great Ramiel, and Raamiel, mercy's child;<br>Dumah; and Lailah, and Yorekemo,<br>And Suriel, blessed Suriel, who abides<br>Mostly beside the footstool of God's throne,<br>(As Mary sate one time at Jesus' feet,)<br>His chosen inalienable heritage.<br>Nor these alone, but myriad sanctities,<br>Thrones, virtues, principalities, and powers,<br>Over whose names and high estates of bliss<br>I must not linger now, crown'd hierarchs;<br>And numbers without number under them<br>In order ranged, - some girt with flaming swords.<br>And others bearing golden harps, though all<br>Heaven's choristers are militant at will,<br>And all its martial ranks are priestly choirs.<br>And, even as in yonder Paradise<br>Thou sawest the multitudes of ransom'd babes<br>And children gather'd home of tenderest years,<br>So with the presbytery of angels, those<br>Who will appear to thee as infant spirits<br>Or stripling cherubs, cluster round our steps,<br>Each individual cherub born of God,<br>Clouds of innumerable drops composed,<br>Pure emanations of delight and love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And yet, though only one of presbyters<br>There reckon'd by ten thousands, when I woke<br>To consciousness I found myself alone,<br>So vast are heaven's felicitous abodes,<br>As Adam found in Eden. Not a sound<br>Greeted mine ear, except the tuneful flow<br>Of waters rippling past a tree of life,<br>Beneath whose shade on fragrant moss and flowers<br>Dreaming I lay. Realities and dreams<br>Were then confused as yonder clouds and rocks.<br>But soon my Maker, the Eternal Word,<br>Softening His glory, came to me, in form<br>Not wholly' unlike my own: for He, who walk'd<br>A man on earth among His fellow-men,<br>Is wont, self-humbled, to reveal Himself<br>An Angel among angels. And He said, -<br>His words are vivid in my heart this hour<br>As from His sacred lips at first they fell, -<br>'Child of the light, let Oriel be thy name;<br>Whom I have made an image of Myself,<br>That in the age of ages I may shower <br>My love upon thee, and from thee receive<br>Responsive love. I, unto whom thou owest<br>Thy being, thy beauty, and immortal bliss,<br>I claim thy free spontaneous fealty.<br>Such it is thine to render or refuse.<br>It may be in the veil'd futurity,<br>Veil'd for thy good, another voice than Mine,<br>Though Mine resembling, will solicit thee,<br>When least suspicious of aught ill, to seek<br>Apart from Me thy bliss. Then let these words<br>Foreclose the path of danger. Then beware.<br>Obedience is thy very life, and death<br>Of disobedience the supreme award.<br>Forewarn'd, forearm'd resist. Obey and live.<br>But only in My love abide, and heaven<br>(So call the beautiful world around thee spread)<br>Shall be thy home for ever, and shall yield<br>Thee choicest fruits of immortality:<br>And thou shalt drink of every spring of joy,<br>And with the lapse of endless ages grow<br>In knowledge of My Father and Myself,<br>Ever more loving, ever more beloved.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Speaking, He gazed on me, and gazing seal'd<br>Me with the impress of His countenance,<br>(Brother, I read the same upon thy brow,)<br>Until such close affinity of being <br>Enchain'd me, that the beauty' of holiness<br>Appear'd unutterably necessary,<br>And by its very nature part of me.<br>I loved Him for His love: and from that hour<br>My life began to circle round His life,<br>As planets round the sun, - His will my law,<br>His mysteries of counsel my research,<br>And His approving smile my rich reward.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Then whispering, 'Follow Me,' He led me forth<br>By paths celestial through celestial scenes<br>(Of which the Paradise beneath our feet,<br>Though but the outer precincts of His courts,<br>Is pledge), each prospect lovelier than the last,<br>Until before my raptured eye there rose<br>The Heavenly Zion.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Terribly sublime<br>It rose. The mountains at its base, albeit<br>Loftier than lonely Ararat, appear'd<br>But footsteps to a monarch's throne. The top<br>Was often lost in clouds - clouds all impregn'd <br>With light and girded with a rainbow arch<br>Of opal and of emerald. For there,<br>Not as on Sinai with thick flashing flames,<br>But veiling His essential majesty<br>In robes of glory woven by Himself,<br>He dwells whose dwelling is the universe<br>Of all things, and whose full-orb'd countenance<br>The Son alone sustains. But at His will<br>(So was it now) the clouds withdrawn disclosed<br>That portion of His glory, which might best<br>Fill all His saints with joy past utterance.<br>There were the cherubim instinct with eyes;<br>And there the crowned elders on their thrones,<br>Encircling with a belt of starry light<br>The everlasting throne of God; and round,<br>Wave after wave, myriads of flaming ones<br>From mightiest potentates and mid degrees<br>Unto the least of angelic choirs.<br>Myself, nor of the first nor of the last<br>I saw; but mingling with them was received<br>By some with tender condescending love,<br>By others with the grateful homage due<br>To their superior. Envy was unknown<br>In that society. But through their ranks<br>Delightful and delighting whispers ran,<br>'Another brother is arrived to share<br>And multiply our gladness without end.'<br>Meanwhile, as I was answering love with love,<br>My Guide was not, and in that countless throng<br>I felt alone, till clustering round my steps,<br>With loud Hosannas and exuberant joy,<br>They led me to the footstool of the throne,<br>And there upon His Father's right He sate,<br>Without whom heaven had been no heaven to me,<br>Effulgent Image of the Invisible,<br>Co-equal co-eternal God of God.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'That day was one of thousands not unlike<br>Of holy convocation, when the saints<br>(This was our earliest name, God's holy ones)<br>From diverse fields of service far and near,<br>What time the archangel's trumpet rang through heaven,<br>Flock'd to the height of Zion - archetypes<br>Of Salem's festivals in after years.<br>And ever, as these high assemblies met,<br>New counsels were disclosed of love Divine,<br>New revelations of our Father's face,<br>New proofs of His creative handiwork,<br>Presentments at the throne of new-born spirits,<br>Wakening new raptures and new praise in us<br>The elder born. No discord then in heaven.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'So pass'd continuous ages; till at last,<br>The cycles of millennial days complete,<br>Mark'd by sidereal orbits, seven times seven,<br>By circuits inexpressible to man<br>Revolving, a Sabbatic jubilee<br>Dawn'd on creation. Usher'd in with songs<br>And blowing of melodious trumps, and voice<br>Of countless harpers harping on their harps,<br>That morning, long foretold in prophecy<br>(Heaven has, as earth, its scrolls prophetic, sketch'd<br>In word or symbol by the Prescient Spirit), <br>Broke in unclouded glory. Hitherto<br>No evil had appear'd to cast its shade<br>Over the splendors of perpetual light,<br>Nor then appear'd, though to the Omniscient Eye,<br>Which only reads the mysteries of thought<br>And can detect the blossom in the bulb,<br>All was not pure which pure and perfect seem'd.<br>But we presaged no tempest. We had lived,<br>Save for the warning each at birth received,<br>As children live in blissful ignorance<br>Of future griefs: nor even Michael guess'd,<br>So hath he often told me, what that day<br>Disclosed of war and final victory.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Such was the childhood of angelic life.<br>Such might not, could not always be And when,<br>Ranged in innumerable phalanxes,<br>We stood or knelt around the sapphire throne,<br>The Word, the Angel of God's Presence, rose<br>From the right hand of glory, where He sate<br>Enshrined, imbosom'd in the light of light,<br>And gazing round with majesty Divine, -<br>Complacent rest in us His finish'd work,<br>His perfected creation, not unmix'd,<br>With irrepressible concern of love, -<br>Thus spake in accents audible to all:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">''Children of light, My children, whom My hand<br>Hath made, and into whom My quickening Spirit<br>Hath breathed an immortality of life,<br>My Father's pleasure is fulfill'd, nor now<br>Of His predestinated hosts remains<br>One seraph uncreated. It is done.<br>Thrones, virtues, principalities, and powers,<br>Not equal, but dependent each on each,<br>O'er thousands and ten thousands president:<br>No link is wanting in the golden chain.<br>None lacks his fellow, none his bosom friends,<br>No bosom friends fit society,<br>And no society its sphere assign'd<br>In the great firmament of morning stars.<br>The brotherhood of angels is complete.<br>And now, My labor finish'd, I declare<br>Jehovah's irreversible decree,<br>With whom from Our eternal Yesterday,<br>Before creation's subtlest film appear'd,<br>I dwelt in light immutably the same,<br>Which saith to Me, 'Thou art My Only Son,<br>From all eternity alone Beloved,<br>Alone begotten: Thee I now ordain<br>Lord of To-day, the great To-day of Time,<br>And Heir of all things in the world to come.<br>Who serve the Son, they too the Father serve;<br>And Thee, My Son, contemning, Me contemn.<br>My majesty is Thine: Thy word is Mine.<br>And now, in pledge of this My sovereign will,<br>Before heaven's peers on this high jubilee<br>I pour upon Thee without measure forth<br>The unction of My Everlasting Spirit,<br>And crown Thee with the crown of endless joy.''</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'So spake the Son; and, as He spake, a cloud<br>Of fragrance, such as heaven had never known,<br>Rested upon His Head, and soon distill'd<br>In odors inexpressibly sublimed<br>Dewdrops of golden balm, which flow'd adown<br>His garments to their lowest skirts, and fill'd<br>The vast of heaven with new ambrosial life.<br>And for a while, it seem'd a little while,<br>But joy soon fails in measurement of time,<br>We knelt before His footstool, none except,<br>And from the fountain-head of blessing drank<br>Beatitude past utterance. But then,<br>Rising once more, the crown'd Messiah spake:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">''My children, ye have heard the high decree<br>Of Him, whose word is settled in the heavens,<br>Irrevocable; and your eyes have seen<br>The symbol of His pleasure, that I rule<br>Supreme for ever o'er His faithful hosts,<br>Or faithless enemies, if such arise:<br>And rise they will. Already I behold<br>The giant toils of pride enveloping<br>The hearts of many: questionings of good,<br>Not evil in themselves, but which, sustained<br>And parley'd with apart from Me, will lead<br>To evil: thoughts of license not indulged,<br>Nor yet recoil'd from: and defect of power,<br>Inseparable from your finite being,<br>Soliciting so urgently your will<br>(Free, therefore not infallible) to range<br>Through other possibilities of things<br>Than those large realms conceded to your ken,<br>That if ye yield, and ye cannot but yield<br>Without My mighty aid betimes implored.<br>From their disastrous wedlock will be born<br>That fertile monster, Sin. Oh, yet be wise!<br>My children, ere it be too late, be warn'd!<br>The pathway of obedience and of life<br>Is one and narrow and of steep ascent,<br>But leads to limitless felicity.<br>Not so the tracks of disobedience stretch<br>On all sides, open, downward, to the Deep<br>Which underlies the kingdom of My love.<br>Good, evil; life and death: here is your choice.<br>From this great trial of your fealty,<br>This shadow of all limited free will,<br>It is not Mine, albeit Omnipotent,<br>To save you. Ye yourselves must choose to live.<br>But only supplicate My ready aid, <br>And My Good Spirit within you will repel<br>Temptation from the threshold of your heart<br>Unscathed, or if conversed with heretofore<br>Will soon disperse the transitory film,<br>And fortify your soul with new resolve.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'He spake, and from the ranks a seraph stepp'd,<br>One of heaven's brightest sanctities esteem'd,<br>Nought heeding underneath the eye of God<br>Ten thousand times ten thousand eyes of those <br>Who gazed in marvel, Penuel his name,<br>We knew not: only this we knew; then first<br>Tears fell upon that floor of crystal gold -<br>Not long - a smile of reconcilement chased<br>Impending clouds, and that archangel's brow<br>Shone with the calm response of perfect love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Sole penitent he knelt, - if penitence<br>Be the due name for evil, not in deed,<br>But only in surmise. And for a space<br>Unwonted silence reign'd in heaven, until<br>The Son of God a third time rose and spake:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">''Angels, from conflict I have said no power<br>Avails to save you: here Omnipotence,<br>Which made and guards from force your freeborn will,<br>And never can deny itself, seems weak,<br>Seems only, - hidden in profounder depths.<br>But rather than temptation were diffused<br>Through boundless space and ages without end,<br>I have defined and circumscribed the strife<br>In narrowest limits both of place and time.<br>Ye know the planet, by yourselves call'd Earth,<br>Which in alternate tempest and repose<br>Has roll'd for ages round its central sun,<br>And often have ye wonder'd what might be<br>My secret counsel as regards that globe,<br>The scene of such perplex'd vicissitudes,<br>In turn the birthplace and the tomb of life,<br>Life slowly' unfolding from its lowest forms.<br>Now wrapt in swathing-bands of thickest clouds<br>Bred of volcanic fires, eruptions fierce<br>And seething oceans, on its path it rolls<br>In darkness, waiting for its lord and heir.<br>Hear, then, My word: this is the destined field,<br>Whereon both good and evil, self-impell'd,<br>Shall manifest the utmost each can do<br>To overwhelm its great antagonist.<br>There will I shower the riches of My grace<br>First to prevent, and, if prevention fail,<br>To conquer sin - eternal victory. <br>And there Mine enemies will wreak their worst:<br>Their worst will prove unequal in that war<br>To conquer My unconquerable love.<br>But why, ye thrones and potentates of heaven,<br>Say why should any amongst you, why should one<br>Attempt the suicidal strife? What more<br>Could have been done I have not done for you?<br>Have I not made you excellent in power,<br>Swift as the winds and subtle as the light,<br>Perfect and God-like in intelligence?<br>What more is possible? But one thing more,<br>And I have kept back nothing I can do<br>If yet I may anticipate your fall.<br>Such glory have I pour'd upon your form<br>And made you thus in likeness of Myself,<br>That from your peerless excellence there springs<br>Temptation, lest the distance infinite<br>Betwixt the creature and the Increate<br>Be hidden from your eyes. For who of spirits,<br>First born or last, has seen his birth, or knows<br>The secrets of his own nativity?<br>Nor were ye with Me, when My Father will'd,<br>Come, then, with Me, your Maker, and behold<br>The making of a world. Nor this alone:<br>But I, working before your eyes, will take<br>Of earth's material dust, and mould its clay<br>Into My image, and imbreathe therein<br>The breath of life, and by My Spirit Divine<br>Impanting mind, choice, conscience, reason, love,<br>Will form a being, who in power and light,<br>May seem a little lower than yourselves<br>(Yourselves whose very glory tempts to pride),<br>But capable of loftiest destinies.<br>This being shall be Man. Made of the dust,<br>And thus allied to all material worlds,<br>Born of the Spirit, and thus allied to God,<br>He during his probation's term shall walk<br>His mother earth, unfledged to range the sky,<br>But, if found faithful, shall at length ascend<br>The highest heavens and share My home and yours.<br>Nor shall his race, like angels, be defined<br>In numbers, but expansive without end<br>Shall propogate itself by diverse sex,<br>And in its countless generations form<br>An image of Divine infinitude.<br>As younger, ye their elder brethren stand:<br>As feebler, ye their ministers. Nor deem<br>That thus your glory shall be less, but more;<br>For glory' and love inseparably grow.<br>Only, ye firstborn sons of heaven, be true,<br>True to yourselves and true to Me, your Lord;<br>For as mankind must have a pledge proposed<br>(And without pledge the trial were the same)<br>Of their obedience, so mankind themselves<br>Are pledge and proof of yours. Only be true;<br>And the pure crystal river of My love<br>Widening shall flow with unimpeded course,<br>And water the whole universe with life.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'So spake Messiah; and His words awoke <br>Deep searchings, <br>Is it I?<br>in countless hearts,<br>Hearts pure from sin and strong in self-distrust:<br>Nor holy fear alone, but strenuous prayer<br>For strength and wisdom and effectual aid<br>In the stern war foretold. And heaven that hour<br>New worship and unparallel'd beheld,<br>Self-humbled cherubim and seraphim,<br>And prostrate principalities and thrones,<br>And flaming legions, who bended knees<br>Besought their fealty might never fail,<br>Never so great as when they lowliest seem'd.<br>Would all had pray'd! But prayer to some appear'd<br>A sign of weakness unconceived: to some<br>Confession of an unsuspected pride:<br>And haply some rising ambition moved<br>To strive against the Spirit who strove with all<br>In mercy, forcing none, persuading most.<br>Yes, most yielded submiss. And soon from prayer<br>And all the firmament of Zion rang<br>With new Hosannas unto Him who saw<br>The gathering storm and warn'd us ere it broke.<br>New thoughts of high and generous courage stirr'd<br>In every loyal breast, and new resolves<br>To do and suffer all things for our Lord.<br>On which great themes conversing, friend with friend,<br>Or solitary with the King Himself,<br>That memorable Sabbath pass'd, a day,<br>Though one day there is a thousand years, <br>Fraught with eternal destinies to all.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Now dawn'd another morning-tide in heaven,<br>The morning of another age, and lo,<br>Forth from the height of Zion, where He sate<br>Throned in His glory inaccessible,<br>The Son of God, robed in a radiant cloud,<br>And circled by His angel hosts, came down,<br>Descending from that pure crystalline sphere<br>Into the starry firmament. Not then<br>For the first time or second I beheld<br>Those marvels of His handiwork, those lamps<br>Suspended in His temple's azure dome,<br>And kindled by the Great High Priest Himself;<br>For through them I had often wing'd my flight.<br>But never saw I till that hour such blaze<br>Of glory: whether now the liquid sky <br>Did homage to its present Lord, or He<br>Our eyes anointed with peculiar power:<br>For to the farthest wall of heaven, where light<br>Trends on the outer gloom, with ease we scann'd<br>The maze of constellations: central suns<br>Attended by their planets ministrant,<br>These by their moons attended; groups of worlds;<br>Garlands of stars, like sapphires loosely strung;<br>Festoons of golden orbs, nor golden all,<br>Some pearls, and rubies some, some emerald green,<br>And others shedding hyacinthine light<br>Far over the empurpled sky: but all<br>Moving with such smooth harmony, though mute,<br>Around some secret centre pendulous,<br>That in their very silence music breathed,<br>And in their motions none could choose but rest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Through these with gently undulating course<br>Messiah and His armies pass'd, until<br>They reach'd the confines of thy native orb,<br>The battle-field of Good and Evil, Earth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Wrapt in impervious mists, which ever steam'd<br>Up from its boiling oceans, without form<br>And void, it roll'd around the sun, which cast <br>Strange lurid lights on the revolving mass,<br>But pierced not to the solid globe beneath,<br>Such vast eruption of internal fires.<br>Had mingled sea and land. This not the first<br>Convulsion which that fatal orb had known,<br>The while through immemorial ages God,<br>In patience of His own eternity,<br>Laid deep its firm foundations. When He spake<br>In the beginning, and His word stood fast,<br>An incandescent mass, molten and crude,<br>Arose from the primordial elements,<br>With gaseous vapors circumfused, and roll'd<br>Along its fiery orbit: till in lapse<br>Of time an ever thickening hardening crust<br>(So I have heard) upon its lava waves<br>Gather'd condense: a globe of granite rock,<br>Bleak, barren, utterly devoid of life,<br>Mantled on all sides with its swaddling-bands<br>Of seas and clouds: impenetrably dark,<br>Until the fiat of the Omnipotent<br>Went forth. And, slowly dawning from the East,<br>A cold gray twilight cast a pallid gleam<br>Over those vaporous floods, and days and nights,<br>All sunless days, all moonless starless nights,<br>For ages journey'd towards the western heavens: -<br>Unbroken circuits, till the central fires<br>Brake forth anew, emitting sulphurous heat.<br>And then at God's command a wide expanse<br>Sever'd the waters of those shoreless floods<br>From billowy clouds above; - an upper sea<br>Of waters o'er that limpid firmament<br>Rolling for cycles undefined, the while<br>God's leisure tarried. Then again He will'd,<br>And lo, the bursting subterranean fires<br>Thrust from below vast continents of land<br>With deeper hollows yawning wide betwixt<br>Capacious, into which the troubled tides<br>Pour'd with impetuous rage, and fretting broke,<br>Returning with their ceaseless ebb and flow,<br>On many a sandy beach and shingly shore.<br>But soon, wherever the dank atmosphere<br>Kiss'd with its warm and sultry breath the soil,<br>Innumerable ferns and mosses clothed <br>The marshy plains, and endless forests waved,<br>Pine-trees and palms on every rising slope,<br>Gigantic reeds by every oozy stream,<br>Rank and luxuriant under cloudy skies,<br>Fed by the streaming vapors, race on race<br>Fattening, as generations throve and sank.<br>Their work was done; and at the Almighty's word<br>Earth shudder'd with convulsive throes again,<br>And hid their gather'd riches in her folds<br>For after use. But now a brighter light<br>Flushes the East: the winds are all abroad:<br>The cloud-drifts scud across the sky; and lo,<br>Emerging like a bridegroom from his couch,<br>The lordly sun looks forth, and heaven and earth<br>Rejoice before him: till his bashful queen,<br>When the night shadows creep across the world,<br>Half peering through a veil of silver mists,<br>Discloses the pale beauty of her brow,<br>Attended by a glittering retinue<br>Of stars. Again long ages glided by,<br>While Earth throughout her farthest climes imbibed<br>The influence of heaven.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Not yet the end.<br>For not for lifeless rocks, or pure expanse<br>Of the pellucid firmament, or growth<br>Of ferns or flowers or forests, or the smile<br>Of sun or moon far shining through the heavens<br>Was that fair globe created; but for life,<br>A destined nursery of life, the home,<br>When death is vanquish'd, of immortal life.<br>But there is no precipitance with God,<br>Nor are His ways as ours. And living things,<br>When His next mandate from on high was given,<br>Innumerous, but unintelligent,<br>Swarm'd from the seas and lakes and torrent floods,<br>Reptiles and lizards, and enormous bids<br>Which first with oaring wing assay'd the sky:<br>Vast tribes that for successive ages there<br>Appear'd and disappear'd. They had no king:<br>And mute creation mourn'd its want; until<br>Destruction wrapt that world of vanity.<br>But from its wreck emerging, mammoth beasts<br>Peopled the plains, and fill'd the lonely woods.<br>But they too had no king, no lord, no head;<br>And Earth was not for them. So when their term<br>In God's great counsels was fulfill'd, once more<br>Earth to its centre shook, and what were seas<br>Unsounded were of half their waters drain'd,<br>And what were wildernesses ocean beds;<br>And mountain ranges, from beneath upheaved,<br>Clave with their granite peaks primeval plains,<br>And rose sublime into the water-floods,<br>Floods overflow'd themselves with seas of mist,<br>Which swathed in darkness all terrestrial things,<br>Once more unfurnish'd, empty, void, and vast.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Such and so formless was thy native earth,<br>Brother, what time our heavenly hosts arrived<br>Upon its outmost firmament; nor found<br>A spot whereon angelic foot might rest,<br>Though some with facile wing from pole to pole<br>Swift as the lightning flew, and others traced<br>From East to West the equidistant belt.<br>Such universal chaos reign'd without; <br>Within, the embryo of a world.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'For now<br>Messiah, riding on the heavens serene,<br>Sent forth His Omnipresent Spirit to brood<br>Over the troubled deep, and spake aloud,<br>'Let there be light;' and straightway at His Word.<br>The work of ages into hours compress'd,<br>Light pierced that canopy of surging clouds,<br>And shot its penetrative influence through <br>Their masses undispersed, until the waves<br>Couching beneath them felt its vital power.<br>And the Creator saw the light was good:<br>Thus evening now and morning were one day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'The morrow came; and without interlude<br>Of labor, 'Let there be a firmament,'<br>God said, 'amid the waters to divide<br>The nether oceans from the upper seas<br>Of watery mists and clouds.' And so it was.<br>Immediate an elastic atmosphere<br>Circled the globe, source inexhaustible<br>Of vital breath for every thing that breathes:<br>And even and morning were a second day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'But now again God spake, and said, 'Let all <br>The waters under heaven assembling flow<br>Together, and the solid land appear.'<br>And it was so. And thus were types prepared <br>For generations yet unborn of things <br>Invisible: that airy firmament,<br>Symbolic of the heaven and heaven of heavens;<br>The earth a theatre, where life with death<br>Should wage incessant warfare militant;<br>And those deep oceans, emblems of a depth<br>Profounder still, - the under-world of spirits.<br>But now before our eyes delighted broke <br>A sudden verdure over hill and dale,<br>Grasses and herbs and trees of every sort,<br>Each leaflet by an Architect Divine<br>Design'd and finish'd: proof, if proof be sought,<br>Of goodness in all climes present at once,<br>Untiring, unexhausted, infinite:<br>Thus evening was and morning a third day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And then again Messiah spoke, and lo,<br>The clouds empurpled, flush'd, incarnadined,<br>Melted in fairy wreaths before the sun,<br>Who climbing the meridian steep of heaven,<br>Shone with a monarch's glory, till he dipp'd<br>His footstep in the ruddy western waves,<br>And with the streaming of his golden hair<br>Startled the twilight. But as evening drew<br>Her placid veil o'er all things, the pale moon<br>Right opposite ascending from the East,<br>By troops of virgin stars accompanied,<br>Arcturus and the sweet-voiced Pleiades,<br>Lordly Orion, and great Mazzaroth,<br>Footing with dainty step the milky way,<br>Assumed her ebon throne, empress of night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'But now the fourth day closed. And at God's word<br>The waters teem'd with life, with life the air;<br>Mostly new types of living things, though some<br>From past creations, buried deep beneath<br>Seas or the strata of incumbent soils,<br>Borrow'd their form. Innumerable tribes<br>Of fishes, from the huge Leviathan<br>Roaming alone the solitary depths<br>To myriad minnows in their sunny creeks,<br>The ocean pathways swam. Nor less the birds,<br>Some of entrancing plumage, some of notes<br>More trancing still, awoke the sleeping woods<br>To gayety and music. Others perch'd<br>Upon the beetling cliffs, or walk'd the shore,<br>Or dived or floated on the waves at will,<br>Or skimm'd with ling wing o'er their dashing foam, <br>Free of three elements, earth, water, air.<br>And, as the fifth day to the sixth gave place,<br>We gazed in eager expectation what <br>Might crown our Great Creator's work.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'But first<br>All living creatures of the earth appear'd: <br>Insects that crept or flew as liked them best,<br>In hosts uncounted as the dews that hung<br>Upon the herbs their food; and white flocks browsed,<br>Herds grazed, and generous horses paw'd the ground:<br>And fawns and leopards and young antelopes<br>Gamboll'd together. Every moment seem'd<br>Fruitful of some new marvel, new delight,<br>Until at last the Great Artificer<br>Paused in His mighty labors. Noon had pass'd,<br>But many hours must yet elapse ere night:<br>And thus had God, rehearsing in brief space<br>His former acts of vast omnipotence,<br>In less than six days ere we stood aloof<br>From that tumultuous mass of moving gloom,<br>Out of the wrecks of past creations built<br>A world before our eyes. All was prepared:<br>This glorious mansion only craved its heir,<br>This shrine of God its worshipper and priest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Nor long His purpose in suspense. For soon<br>Descending from the firmamental heavens,<br>Where He had wrought and whence His mandates given,<br>Upon a mountain's summit which o'erlook'd<br>The fairest and most fruitful scene on earth,<br>Eden's delicious garden, in full view<br>Of us His ministering hosts, He took<br>Some handfuls of the dust and moulded it<br>Within His plastic hands, until it grew<br>Into an image like His own, like ours,<br>Of perfect symmetry, divinely fair,<br>But lifeless, till He stoop'd and breathed therein<br>The breath of life, and by His Spirit infused <br>A spirit endow'd with immortality.<br>And we, viewless ourselves in air, saw then<br>The first tryst of a creature with his God:<br>We read his features when surprise and awe<br>Pass'd into adoration, into trust;<br>And heard his first low whisperings of love, -<br>Heard, and remember'd how it was with us.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'But now, lowly in heart, Messiah took<br>Mankind's first father by the hand, and led<br>His footsteps from that solitary hill<br>Down to the Paradise below, well named<br>A paradise, for never earth has worn<br>Such close similitude to heaven as there.<br>The breezes laded with a thousand sweets,<br>Not luscious but invigorating, breathed<br>Ambrosial odors. Roses of all scents<br>Embower'd the walks; and flowers of every hue<br>Checker'd the green sward with mosaic. Trees<br>Hung with ripe clustering fruit, or blossoming<br>With promise, on all sides solicited<br>Refreshment and repose. Perpetual springs<br>Flow'd, feeding with their countless rivulets <br>Eden's majestic river. By its banks<br>The birds warbled in concert; and the beasts<br>Roam'd harmless and unharm'd from dell to dell,<br>Or leap'd for glee, or slept beneath the shade,<br>The kid and lion nestling side by side.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'These, summon'd by their Maker, as they pass'd<br>Before his feet, the ancestor of men<br>Significantly named: such insight God<br>Had given him into nature: but for him<br>Of all these creatures was no helpmeet found.<br>And solitude had soon its shadow cast<br>Over his birthday's joy: which to prevent <br>God drench'd his eyes with sleep, and then and there,<br>Still in our aspect, from his very side<br>Took a warm rib and fashion'd it anew,<br>As lately' He fashion'd the obedient clay,<br>Till one like man, but softer gentler far<br>(The first of reasonable female sex,<br>For spirits, thou knowest, are not thus create)<br>He made, and brought her, blushing as the sky<br>Then blush'd with kisses of the evening sun,<br>Veil'd in her naked innocence alone,<br>To Adam. Naked too he stood, but joy<br>Not shame suffused his glowing cheek and hers,<br>The while their gracious Maker join'd their hands<br>In wedlock, and their hearts in nuptial love;<br>Nor left them, till by many a flowery path<br>Through orange groves and cedarn alleys winding<br>At length He brought them to a fountain's brink, -<br>The fountain of that river which went forth<br>Through Eden, watering its countless flowers<br>With tributary rivulets, or mists<br>Exhaled at nightfall. There, on either side,<br>A fruit-tree grew, shading the limpid spring,<br>The tree of knowledge and the tree of life.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Hither when they arrived, the Son of God,<br>With mingled majesty and tenderness<br>Their steps arresting, bade them look around<br>That garden of surpassing beauty, graced<br>With every fruit that earth could rear, and rich<br>With every gift that Heaven could give to man,<br>And told them all was theirs, all freely theirs,<br>For contemplation, for fruition theirs, -<br>Theirs and their seed's for ever. But one pledge<br>He claim'd of their allegiance and their love,<br>And, upon peril of His curse pronounced,<br>The awful curse of death, forbade them taste<br>The tree of knowledge. Then smiling He turn'd,<br>And told them of the other tree of life,<br>Of which divinest fruit, if faithful proved,<br>They by His pleasure should partake at length,<br>And without death translated, made like Him, <br>In heaven and earth, for earth should be as heaven, <br>Reap the full bliss of everlasting life. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'But now the evening sang her vesper song,<br>And lit her silver lamps; and vanishing<br>From view of thy first parents, not from ours,<br>Messiah rose into the heavens serene,<br>And, gazing on His fair and finish'd work<br>Outstretch'd before Him, saw that it was good,<br>And bless'd it, and in blessing sanctified;<br>Nor sooner ceased, than all the marshall'd host<br>Of angels pour'd their rapture forth in songs<br>Of Hallelujah and melodious praise.<br>No jar was heard. Then sang the morning stars<br>Together, and the first-born sons of God<br>Shouted for joy, a shout whose echoes yet<br>Ring in my ear for jubilant delight.<br>And He with gracious smile received our praise,<br>Lingering enamour'd o'er His new-made world,<br>The latest counsel of His love, the while<br>Your earth her earliest holiest Sabbath kept,<br>Gladden'd with new seraphic symphonies,<br>And the first echoes of the human voice.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Too quickly' it pass'd. And then, ere we retraced<br>Our several paths of service and of rest,<br>Messiah call'd us round His feet once more,<br>And said to all, 'Angels, behold your charge,<br>Your pledge of fealty, your test of faith,<br>Thine, Lucifer, of heavenly princes first,<br>Earth is thy province, of all provinces<br>Henceforth the one that shares My first regards.<br>This is thy birthright, which, except thyself,<br>None can revoke: this firmamental heaven<br>Thy throne ordain'd; and yonder orb thy realm.<br>Thee, My vicegerent, thee I constitute<br>God of the world and guardian of mankind.<br>Only let this thy lofty service link<br>Thee closer to thy Lord; apart from Whom<br>This post will prove thy pinnacle of pride,<br>Whence falling thou wilt fall to the lowest hell;<br>But under Me thy seat of endless joy:<br>If faithless found, thy everlasting shame;<br>If faithful, this thy infinite renown.<br>For, lowly' as seems the earth compared with heaven,<br>We, the Triune, have sworn that through mankind<br>The angels and celestial potentates<br>Shall all receive their full beatitude;<br>Yea, that Myself, the Uncreated Word,<br>Join'd to mankind, shall of mankind elect<br>My Church, My chosen Bride, to share with Me<br>My glory and My throne and endless love.<br>I am the Bridegroom, and the Bride is Mine:<br>But yours, ye angel choirs, may be the joy<br>Pure and unselfish of the Bridegroom's friend.<br>Only be humble: ministry is might,<br>And loving servitude is sceptral rule.<br>Ye are My servants, and in serving men<br>Ye honor Me, and I will honor you.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'So spake the Son, and forthwith rose sublime,<br>His pathway heralded with choral hymns,<br>Till on the heavenly Zion He regain'd<br>His Father's bosom and His Father's throne.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edward+Henry+Bickersteth">Edward Henry Bickersteth</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=584460" data-title="Yesterday, To-day, and For Ever: Book IV. - The Creation of Angels and of Men de Edward Henry Bickersteth" data-description="O tears, ye rivulets that flow profuse Forth from the fountains of perennial love, Love, sympathy, and sorrow, those pure springs Welling in secret up from lower depths Than couch beneath the everlasting hills: Ye showers that from the cloud of me..."></div> </div> </div>

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