[Written for the Sentinel.]

THE VOICE OF TRUTH

Lead on and upward, O thou voice divine!Full well we know that matter's temporal claimWeighs not one jot against our heavenward course,And now we fain would prove it. Call Thou us,As in the evening hush to Adam cameThe voice of Truth, and Eve repented then;Ere yet man wandered in dim labyrinthsWhere scarce can reach the sound which callsFor sharp decision 'twixt that way and Thine.

Call Thou to listening ears that long to hearThe full, sweet measures of Thy wondrous love!Here in the vale may sweep across the thoughtGrand echoes of creation's primal lay,Which make the valley bud and blossom nowWith roseate promise. So the far-off sceneShifts into nearer vision with the dawn,And songs of loftier purpose streak the cloudOf gloomy passing night, whose soundless criesWere jarring discords of an aimless sin.Call us to keep Thy ways as Enoch did,Whose life was consecrated to Thy will!E'en now we kneel, with infant thought intent,As Samuel knelt, to hear Thy voice withinThe precincts of Thy house. The word of GodSounds rarely in the times when earth-born prideWould keep it close; but with the new morn's riseComes forth from childlike lips the just rebukeWhich hurls self-will and lust from their false seat,The lax and wicked judgment of the world.

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