Eternal Sonship

CASSIUS M. LOOMIS

The starlit ether on that memorable night
Was laden with a sweetness and a joy
Of life as brilliant as the noonday glare.
The harp of heaven was swept by unseen hands!
Its theme was love, so truly worshipful
That shepherds, wakened from their humble sleep,
Praised God with bended knee and gladdened hearts.
What matters it if Herod's anger raged?
The babe was born! The hosts of earth must needs
Awake to find a life of vaster depths,
A life so real that Satan's hordes shall fall,
And, vanquished, meet the doom of utter night.
Oh, lingering memory of that wondrous past,—
"The Prince of Peace" was born on earth at last!

The Christ lived on. Decades crept slowly by.
The leaven of a gospel deep and pure
Was molding human weal in unseen ways.
And yet, to casual eye our Master's words
Seemed buried 'neath a superstitious awe
That mocked the message God had sent to man.
The leper, healed in Bethlehem's quiet shade,
Was healed no more, while stately powers
Strove hard to shape the drifting thoughts of men.
Indeed, the sun that shone on Israel's plain
'Mid wars and conflict seemed to shine in vain.

The mists have cleared. Once more the Word of God
Hath given to man the truth in phrase so clear
That kings and peasantry alike can reap
The harvest from a tillage centuries old.
The Christ whom error failed to crucify
Now walks among us, healing whom he may.
If in the darkened past the truth seemed hid,
Today it shines the brighter for the cloud
That with a silver lining dimmed its rays.
Love's choicest precepts cheer the troubled heart
With healing that our Saviour said would crown
The lives of all who seek the better way.
No rust of time hath dulled the blest decree
That made the "sons of God" forever free.

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