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THE WORDS OF WISDOM.
Few and precious are the words which the lips of Wisdom utter: To what shall their rarity be likened? What price shall count their
worth? Perfect and much to be desired, and giving joy with riches, No lovely thing on earth can picture all their beauty. They be chance pearls, flung among the rocks by the sullen waters
of Oblivion, Which Diligence loveth to gather, and hang round the neck of
Memory; They be white-winged seeds of happiness, wafted from the islands
of the blessed, Which Thought carefully tendeth', in the kindly garden of the heart; They be sproutings of a harvest for eternity, bursting through the
tilth of time, Green promise of the golden wheat, that yieldeth angels' food; They be drops of the crystal dew, which the wings of seraphs scatter, When, on some brighter sabbath, their plumes quiver most with de
light; Such, and so precious, are the words which the lips of Wisdom utter.
Yet more, for the half is not said, of their might, and dignity, and
value; For life-giving be they and glorious, redolent of sanctity and
heaven; As the fumes of hallowed incense, that veil the throne of the Most
High; As the beaded bubbles that sparkle on the rim of the cup of immor
tality; As wreaths of the rainbow spray, from the pure cataracts of Truth; Such, and so precious, are the words which the lips of Wisdom utter.
YEt once again, loving student, suffer the praises of thy teacher, For verily the sun of the mind, and the life of the heart, is Wisdom;
She is pure and full of light, crowning gray hairs with lustre,
show their peers;
dows of the skies; They be streams of living waters, fresh from the fountain of Intelli
gence; Such, and so precious, are the words which the lips of Wisdom utter.
For these shall guide thee well, and guard thee on thy way;
OF TRUTH IN THINGS FALSE.
ERROR is a hardy plant ; it flourisheth in every soil;
truth; Nor is any poison so deadly, that it serveth not some wholesome
use : And the just man, enamored of the right, is blinded by the spe
ciousness of wrong, And the prudent, perceiving an advantage, is content to overlook
the harm, On all things created remaineth the half-effaced signature of God, Somewhat of fair and good, though blotted by the finger of corrup
tion: And if error cometh in like a flood, it mixeth with streams of truth, And the Adversary loveth to have it so, for thereby many are de
coyed. Providence is dark in its permissions; yet one day, when all is
known, The universe of reason shall acknowledge how just and good were
they; For the wise man leaneth on his wisdom, and the righteous trusteth
to his righteousness, And those who thirst for independence are suffered to drink of
disappointment. Wherefore? - to prove and humble them; and to teach the idola
ters of truth, That it is but the ladder unto Him, on whom only they should trust.
THERE is truth in the wildest scheme that imaginative heat hath
engendered, And a man may gather somewhat from the crudest theories of fancy: The alchemist laboreth in folly, but catcheth chance gleams of
And findeth out many inventions, though his crucible breed not
gold; The sinner, toying with witchcraft, thinketh to delude his fellows, But there be very spirits of evil, and what if they come at his
bidding? He is a bold, bad man who dareth to tamper with the dead; For their whereabout lieth in a mystery—that vestibule leading to
Eternity, The waiting-room for unclad ghosts, before the presence-chamber of
their King: Mind may act upon mind, though bodies be far divided ; For the life is in the blood, but souls communicate unseen: And the heat of an excited intellect, radiating to its fellows, Doth kindle dry leaves afar off, while the green wood around it is
unwarmed. The dog may have a spirit, as well as his brutal master; A spirit to live in happiness; for why should he be robbed of his
existence ? Hath he not a conscience of evil, a glimmer of moral sense, Love and hatred, courage and fear, and visible shame and pride ? There may be a future rest for the patient victims of the cruel ; And a season allotted for their bliss, to compensate for unjust
suffering. Spurn not at seeming error, but dig below its surface for the truth; And beware of seeming truths, that grow on the roots of error: For comely are the apples that spring from the Dead Sea's cursed
shore: But within are they dust and ashes, and the hand that plucketh them
shall rue it.
A FREQUENT similar effect argueth a constant cause:
VERILY, there is nothing so true, that the damps of error have not
warped it; Verily, there is nothing so false, that a sparkle of truth is not in it. For the enemy, the father of lies, the giant Upas of creation, Whose deadly shade hath blasted this once green garden of the
Lord, Can but pervert the good, but may not create the evil; He destroyeth, but cannot build; for he is not antagonist deity; Mighty in his stolen power, yet is he a creature and a subject; Not a maker of abstract wrong, but a spoiler of concrete right: The fiend hath not a royal crown; he is but a prowling robber, Suffered, for some mysterious end, to haunt the King's highway; And the keen sword he beareth, once was a simple ploughshare; Yea, and his panoply of error is but a distortion of the truth; The sickle that once reaped righteousness, beaten from its useful
curve, With axe, and spike, and bar, headeth the marauder's halbert. Seek not further, O man, to solve the dark riddle of sin; Suffice it, that thine own bad heart is to thee thine origin of evil.