"ADAM, WHERE ART THOU?"

BEN. HAWORTH-BOOTH.

The word of Spirit, wafted on the wind
Of Eden's evening bowers and sunset trees—
The eternal tone of Truth, that is behind
The 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 night
I 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 bow
Before her idols? "Adam, where art thou?"

Hast thou upon the altar of remorse
Done sacrifice, and meet repentance made?
Hast burned the beast entire? and is the force
Of foul desire in dark oblivion laid?
Hast crucified thyself and vowed the vow,
So thou canst answer to this, "Where art thou?"