قراءة كتاب The Arm Chair
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اللغة: English
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yoke;
Gamaliel's lessons ceasing to repeat,
He lay a learner at the Saviour's feet.
Simple of heart, and of a feeble frame,
Feeling unworthy even Christ to name,
Yet raised by Him of living hopes to tell,
And show his power,—himself a miracle,—
James Simpson, like his Lord, from things around,
Fit subjects for important lessons found;
A cloud o'erspreading, or a bird on wing,
Would to the theme in hand instruction bring.
Filled by his Master wonderously he shone,
His emptied vessel scarce could stand alone!
Feeling unworthy even Christ to name,
Yet raised by Him of living hopes to tell,
And show his power,—himself a miracle,—
James Simpson, like his Lord, from things around,
Fit subjects for important lessons found;
A cloud o'erspreading, or a bird on wing,
Would to the theme in hand instruction bring.
Filled by his Master wonderously he shone,
His emptied vessel scarce could stand alone!
Slow as a traveller wends o'er miry ways,
Whose prudent care his onward course delays,
So Richard Jordan preached; at first each word
Came slowly forth, nor life nor feeling stirred;
But soon, the channel cleared, the rippling flow,
In freer volume swifter currents show;
Bolder and higher then it gathers force,
A mountain torrent rushing down its course;
So Jordan ministered in life's mid-day,
A Boanerges thundering on his way!
Whose prudent care his onward course delays,
So Richard Jordan preached; at first each word
Came slowly forth, nor life nor feeling stirred;
But soon, the channel cleared, the rippling flow,
In freer volume swifter currents show;
Bolder and higher then it gathers force,
A mountain torrent rushing down its course;
So Jordan ministered in life's mid-day,
A Boanerges thundering on his way!
Bacons and Wilsons,[3] worthies not a few,
Touched by love's magnet, hither often drew;
Smith, with his venerable locks of snow,
Sedately cautious the right path to know;
Devoted ministers, alas! no more,
And worthy elders who the ark once bore.
—When these were gone,—their bodies to the sod,
Their spirits taken to their fixed abode,
A cloud around our Israel's camp arose,
While from our firesides started up our foes;
When a bold infidel his poison spread,
And with his scorpions hungry children fed;—
Another race, part of the by-gone age,
Yet of the present, then employed the stage.
Touched by love's magnet, hither often drew;
Smith, with his venerable locks of snow,
Sedately cautious the right path to know;
Devoted ministers, alas! no more,
And worthy elders who the ark once bore.
—When these were gone,—their bodies to the sod,
Their spirits taken to their fixed abode,
A cloud around our Israel's camp arose,
While from our firesides started up our foes;
When a bold infidel his poison spread,
And with his scorpions hungry children fed;—
Another race, part of the by-gone age,
Yet of the present, then employed the stage.
When boding mists had gathering force and form,
Ruth Richardson was taken from the storm.
True to her Master she was free to die,
Yet nature shrank from the last agony:
Gladly would she have left this scene of pain,
The promised kingdom of her Lord to gain,
But awful feelings shadowed forth the strife,
The dread concomitant of parting life.
Gently her spirit from its house of clay,
Was sent on wings of mercy on its way.
When came the pale-faced messenger to free,
Her eyes were holden that she did not see.
No pain—no sorrow—e'en her
Ruth Richardson was taken from the storm.
True to her Master she was free to die,
Yet nature shrank from the last agony:
Gladly would she have left this scene of pain,
The promised kingdom of her Lord to gain,
But awful feelings shadowed forth the strife,
The dread concomitant of parting life.
Gently her spirit from its house of clay,
Was sent on wings of mercy on its way.
When came the pale-faced messenger to free,
Her eyes were holden that she did not see.
No pain—no sorrow—e'en her