PROPHECY

KATHARINE J. SMITH.

Cometh the days when, not from belfry's throat,
Shall men be told of Christ to whom they kneel,
"For they shall be all taught of God," one wrote,—
In Shiloh's peace the Saviour's presence feel;
Not ever shall the children lisp the name,
Yet beg for answer whence and how he came.

Not far from realms of comet-haunted space,
Where planets flash and suns remotely burn;
Not from the pillars of a deathless race,
Whose state doth yet in tribal travail yearn;
Ere Abraham had birth in Chaldee wild,
God knew the form of His begotten child.

Truth's answer unto time is whispered low,
To humble hearts predestined Love doth speak;
As unto Judah's daughter long ago,
High favored all whose hearts He findeth meek,
Like hers, in maiden wonder, which adored
And sang, "My soul doth magnify the Lord."