[Written for the Sentinel.]

"ADAM, WHERE ART THOU?"

The word of Spirit, wafted on the windOf Eden's evening bowers and sunset trees—The eternal tone of Truth, that is behindThe dark discord of earth's inharmonies—Trembling they heard it—and we hear it now,Probing the darkness—"Adam, where art thou?"

"Adam, where art thou?" In the hush of nightI hear His question in my heart's recess:Hast thou, like Esau, sold the son's birthright?Art wandering yet in Sinai's wilderness?Doth Egypt hold thee bound, thy knees to bowBefore her idols? "Adam, where art thou?"

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