A Rebuke

SAMUEL JOHNSTONE MACDONALD

Beneath the sycamore's deep shade
Retreat each day Kohela made,
That, free of earth's discordant din,
God's harmony might reign within.

And thus he sat one day to seek
If 'twere God's will with him to speak,
When lo, earth's discord sought him there:
And Love with discord may not share.

One came in haste, athirst to tell
His tidings from the haunts of hell,
Where those enslaved their dreams distil
In words of venom, winged to kill:

A tale of sorrow and of shame,
Of mortal error, mortal blame;
A tale oft heard by those who choose
To name unloving gossip news.

Kohela stayed him, loth to hear
The torrent poured upon his ear,
And said: Art deaf to harmony,
That discord thus thy choice should be?

Hath Love no message thou couldst bear,
Or Truth no freedom to declare?
Nay, words of blessing thou shouldst bring
And teach the sorrowing to sing!

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