In the Isle of Patmos

The watchfulness of ever-present LoveWould guide John still within this banishment,For otherwise the dreary monotoneOf shifting seas had grown unbearable.A prisoner of God withheld from usefulness!What mattered earthly hopes or waiting yearsTo him who, steadfast and aloof, rejoiced?Truth's "still small voice" through wilderness of daysRebuked his doubt, inspired, and comforted.And then a night when stars companioned not,And lifted thought had silenced murmuring tides.John saw anew the stretch of wondrous hoursSpent at his Master's side! Great shadows fled.Day poured above the rim of dark a lightThat hallowed all the land and sea and sky,Exalting, flooding him with heavenly vision!Descending was the New Jerusalem,A city royal, fair, alight with LoveAnd glory of the promised Comforter!Then came a voice as when a trumpet blows,"Fear not, but write. ..." How ready for this taskJohn was! Immortal scribe of Revelation,He prophesied with gleaming words from SpiritA full appearing of the truth divine!

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