,,poems                                 
,,from                                  
,,the ,,inner ,,life4                   
,,by                                    
,,lizzie ,,doten4                       
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8,and my soul from out that shadow      
,hath been lifted evermore40      ,,poe4
                  8,the kingdom of      
,heaven is within you40                 
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,,fourteenth ,,edition4                 
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#d ,,spring ,,lane4     ,,contents4     
,,page  ,a ,,word ,,to ,,the ,,world    
7,,prefatory74                          

v   ,,part ,i4  ,,the ,,prayer ,,of     
,,the ,,sorrowing1                      
#c  ,,the ,,song ,,of ,,truth1          
#f  ,,the ,,embarkation1                
#i  ,,kepler',s ,,vision1               
#ad  ,,love ,,and ,,latin1              
#ah  ,,the ,,song ,,of ,,the ,,north1   
#ba  ,,the ,,burial ,,of ,,webster1     
#bf  ,,the ,,parting ,,of ,,sigurd ,,and
 ,,gerda1                               
#ca  ,,the ,,meeting ,,of ,,sigurd ,,and
 ,,gerda1                               
#ce   ,,part ,,ii4  ,,the               
,,spirit-,,child4 ,,by 8,,jennie40      
#da  ,,reconciliation1                  
#dh  ,,hope ,,for ,,the ,,sorrowing1    
#ed  ,,compensation1                    
#eg  ,,the ,,eagle ,,of ,,freedom1      
#fc  ,,mistress ,,glenare4 ,,by         
8,,marian10                             
#ff  ,,little ,,johnny1                 
#gj  8,,birdie',s0 ,,spirit-,,song1     
#gc  ,,my ,,spirit-,,home4 ,a4 ,w4      
,,sprague4                              
#gf  ,i ,,still ,,live4 ,a4 ,w4         

,,sprague4                              
#hj  ,,life4 ,,shakspeare4              
#hf  ,,love4 ,,shakspeare4              
#ib  ,,for ,a' ,,that4 ,,burns4         
#ig  ,,words ,o' ,,cheer4 ,,burns4      
#ii  ,,resurrexi4 ,,poe4                
#ajd  ,,the ,,prophecy ,,of ,,vala4     
,,poe4                                  
#aji  ,,the ,,kingdom4 ,,poe4           
#aah  ,,the ,,cradle ,,or ,,coffin4     
,,poe4                                  
#abd  ,,the ,,streets ,,of ,,baltimore4 
,,poe4                                  
#abh  ,,the ,,mysteries ,,of            
,,godliness4 ,a ,,lecture4              
#acd  ,,farewell ,,to ,,earth4 ,,poe4   
#afb     ,a ,,word ,,to ,,the ,,world4  
,in presenting this volume to the       
public1 ,i trust that ,i may be allowed1
 without incurring the charge of        
egotism1 to say somewhat concerning my  
spiritual experience1 and the manner in 
which these poems were originated4 ,i   
am1 in a measure1 under the necessity of
 doing this1 lest some over-anxious     

friend1 or would-be critic1 should      
undertake the work for me1 and thereby  
place me1 either unconsciously or       
intentionally1 in a false position      
before the public4  ,by the advice of   
those invisible intelligences1 whose    
presence and power ,i freely            
acknowledge1 seconded by my own         
judgment1 ,i have given to this work the
 title of 8,poems from the ,inner       
,life20 for1 aside from the external    
phenomena of ,modern                    
,spiritualism1--which1 compared to the  
great principles underlying them1 are   
but mere froth and foam on the ocean of 
,truth1--,i have realized that in the   
mysterious depths of the ,inner ,life1  
all souls can hold communion with those 
invisible beings1 who are our companions
 both in ,time and ,eternity4 ,my vision
 has been dim and indistinct1 my hearing
 confused by the jarring discords of    
earthly existence1 and my utterances of 
a wisdom1 higher than my own1 impeded by
 my selfish conceits and vain           

imaginings4 ,yet1 notwithstanding all   
this1 the solemn convictions of my      
spiritual surroundings1 and the mutual  
ties of interest still existing between 
souls1 8whether in the body or out of   
the body10 have been indelibly impressed
 upon me4 ,from such experiences ,i have
 learned--in a sense hitherto           
unknown--that 8the kingdom of ,heaven is
 within me40 ,i know that many sincere  
and earnest souls will decide at once1  
in the integrity of their well-trained  
intellects1 that this claim to an       
intercourse with the invisible world is 
an extravagant assumption1 and has no   
foundation in truth4 ,to such ,i would  
say1 ,i shall make no effort to persuade
 your reason and judgment4 ,i only offer
 to you as a suggestion1 that which has 
been realized by me in my spiritual     
experience1 and has become to me an     
abiding truth1 full of strength for the 
present1 and hope for the future4 ,when 
your souls sincerely hunger after such a
 revelation1 you will seek for it1 and  

according to your need1 you will be     
filled therewith4 ,until then1 you and  
,i1 regarding things from a different   
point of view1 must inevitably          
understand them differently4 ,there are 
various cups which ,humanity must drink 
of1 and 8baptisms which it must be      
baptized with10 and this manifestation  
of ,truth1 of which ,i am but one of the
 humble representatives1 has laid its   
controlling hand upon me2 for what      
purpose1 in the mysterious results which
 lie concealed in the future1 ,i cannot 
tell--,i only know that it is so4       
,looking back upon my experience1 ,i    
cannot doubt that ,i--with many         
others--was destined to this phase of   
development1 and designed for this      
peculiar work1 before ,i knew conscious 
being4 ,my brain was fashioned1 and my  
nervous system finely strung1 so that ,i
 should inevitably catch the thrill of  
the innumerable voices resounding       
through the universe1 and translate     
their messages into human language1 as  

coherently and clearly as my            
imperfections would allow4 ,the early   
influences of my childhood1 the         
experiences of later years1 and more    
than all1 that unutterable yearning for 
,beauty and ,harmony1 which ,i felt     
dimly conscious was somewhere in the    
universe1 all tended to drive me back   
from the world1 which would not and     
could not give me what ,i asked1 to the 
revelations of my inner life1--to the   
8,heaven within me40 ,it was only       
through the cultivation of my spiritual 
nature that 8spiritual things were to be
 discerned10 and the stern necessity of 
my life was the ,teacher which finally  
educated me into the perception of      
,truth4  ,i turn back to the memories of
 my childhood--to that long course of   
trying experiences through which ,i     
passed1 guided by strange and invisible 
influences2 and that whole course of    
discipline has for me now a peculiar    
significance4 ,those who were near and  
dear to me1 and who were most familiar  

with my habits of life1 knew little of  
my intense spiritual experience4 ,i was 
too much afraid of being ridiculed and  
misunderstood to dare give any          
expression to the strange and           
indefinable emotions within me4 ,such   
ones1 however1 may call to mind the     
child who often1 through the long winter
 evenings1 sat in profound silence by   
the fireside1 with her head and face    
enveloped in her apron1 to exclude1 as  
far as possible1 all external sight and 
sound4 ,what ,i heard and saw then but  
dimly returns to me2 but even then the  
revelations from the 8,heaven within0   
had commenced1 and succeeding years have
 so strengthened and confirmed my       
vision1 that such scenes have become to 
me living truths and blessed realities4 
,the 8,heaven0 that 8lay about me in my 
infancy0 sent its rich glow through my  
childhood1 and sheds its mystic         
brightness upon the pathway of my riper 
years4  ,often1 in the retirement of a  
small closet1 ,i spent hours in total   

darkness1 lying prostrate on the floor1 
beating the waves of the mysterious     
,infinite that rolled in a stormy flood 
over me1 and with prayers and tears     
beseeching deliverance from my blindness
 and seeming unbelief4 ,then1 when by my
 earnestness the spirit had become      
stronger than the flesh1 ,i would       
gradually fall into a deep trance1 from 
which ,i would arise strengthened and   
consoled by the assurance--from whence  
,i could not tell--that somewhere in the
 future ,i should find all the life1 and
 light1 and freedom that my soul        
desired4 ,the only evidence or knowledge
 which those around me received of such 
visitations was occasionally a          
poem--some of them written so early in  
life1 that the childish chirography     
rendered them almost illegible4 ,because
 of these early productions1 it has been
 asserted that my claim to any          
individual spirit-influence was either a
 falsehood or delusion4 ,i will only say
 in reply1 that there is no need of     

entering upon any argument on the       
subject4 ,i claim both a general and    
particular inspiration4 ,they do not1 by
 any means1 conflict2 and what ,i do not
 receive from one1 comes from the other4
 ,for the very reason that ,i have      
natural poetic tendencies1 ,i attract   
influences of a kindred nature2 and when
 ,i desire it1 or they will to do so1   
they cast their characteristic          
inspirations upon me1 and ,i give them  
utterance according to my ability4 ,it  
is often as difficult to decide what is 
the action of one's own intellect and   
what is spirit-influence1 as it is in   
our ordinary associations to determine  
what is original with ourselves and what
 we have received from circumstances or 
contact with the mind of others4 ,yet1  
nevertheless1 there are cases where the 
distinction is so evident that it is not
 to be doubted4 ,only one or two such   
well-attested instances is sufficient to
 establish the theory4 ,i am not willing
 to ignore one faculty or power of my   

being for the sake of proving a favorite
 idea2 and1 on the contrary1 ,i cannot  
conscientiously deny that1 in the       
mysteries of my inner life1 ,i have been
 acted upon decidedly and directly by   
disembodied intelligences1 and this1    
sometimes1 by an inspiration            
characteristic of the individual1 or by 
a psychological influence similar to    
that whereby mind acts upon mind in the 
body4 ,under such influences ,i have not
 necessarily lost my individuality1 or  
become wholly unconscious4 ,i was1 for  
the time being1 like a harp in the hands
 of superior powers1 and just in        
proportion as my entire nature was      
attuned to thrill responsive to their   
touch1 did ,i give voice and expression 
to their unwritten music4 ,they         
furnished the inspiration1 but it was of
 necessity modified by the nature and   
character of the instrument upon which  
they played1 for the most skilful       
musician cannot change the tone of a    
harp to the sound of a trumpet1 though  

he may give a characteristic expression 
of himself through either4  ,the        
presence and influence of these powers  
is to me no new or recent occurrence1   
although ,i may not have understood them
 in the same light as ,i do at present4 
,they have formed a part of all my past 
life1 and ,i can trace the evidence of  
spiritual assistance running like a     
golden thread through all my            
intellectual efforts4 ,as ,i do not     
desire to practise any deception upon   
the public1 but on the contrary only    
wish to declare the simple truth1 ,i    
have published in this volume quite a   
number of poems1 written several years  
previous to my appearance before the    
public as a medium or a speaker4        
,although these were mostly wrought out 
of my brain by the slow process of      
thought1 yet for some of these1 even1 ,i
 can claim as direct and special an     
inspiration as for those delivered upon 
the platform4 ,the first poem in this   
present work1--8,the ,prayer of the     

,sorrowing10--and that which immediately
 succeeds it1--8,the ,song of           
,truth10--containing in itself an answer
 to the ,prayer1 were given to me under 
peculiar circumstances4 ,the first was  
the language of my own soul1 intensified
 by an occasion of great mental anguish4
 ,the second1 following directly upon   
it1 was an illumination of my entire    
being1 when ,i seemed to have wept away 
the scales from my eyes1 and 8by the    
deep conflict of my soul in prayer10 to 
have broken the fetters of my mortality1
 and stepped forth into that freedom    
whereby ,i stood face to face with the  
ministering spirits1 and heard that     
8,song of ,truth0 sounding through the  
universe4 ,i have only known but few    
such visitations in my lifetime1 but    
when they have come1 ,i have felt that  
,i have taken a free1 deep breath of    
celestial air1 and caught a glimpse of  
the ,realities of ,things4 ,as an       
immediate consequence1 my spirit has    
become braver and stronger1 and long    

after my inward vision was closed1 the  
cheering light of that blessed          
revelation has lingered in my heart4    
,another poem1 which bore evidence to me
 of an inspiration acting upon me1 and  
external to myself1 was the 8,song of   
the ,north10 relating to the fate of    
,sir ,john ,franklin and his men4 ,i was
 desired to write an illustration for a 
plate1 about to appear in the 8,lily of 
the ,valley10 an ,annual published by   
,j4 ,m4 ,usher1 of ,cornhill1 ,boston4  
,i endeavored to do so1 but day after   
day passed by and my labor was in vain1 
for not one acceptable idea would       
suggest itself4 ,the publisher sent for 
the article1 but it was not in being4   
,one day1 however1 ,i was seized with an
 indefinable uneasiness4 ,i wandered up 
and down through the house and garden1  
till finally the idea of what ,i was to 
do became clearly defined2 then1 with my
 paper and pencil1 ,i hastened to a     
quiet corner in the attic1 where nearly 
all my poems had been written1 and there

 ,i wrote the ,song of the ,north--so   
rapidly1 that it was scarce legible1 and
 ,i was obliged to copy it at once1 lest
 ,i should lose the connection4 ,the    
next day it seemed as foreign and       
strange to me as it would to any one who
 had never seen it4 ,at the time this   
was written 7in ,april1 #ahec7 strong   
hopes were entertained of the discovery 
of ,franklin and his men1 together with 
their safe return2 therefore ,i         
hesitated to make public that which     
seemed a decided affirmation to the     
contrary4 ,nevertheless1 so strong were 
my convictions as to the truth of the   
poem1 that ,i allowed it to be          
published4 ,later revelations concerning
 the fate of that brave adventurer and  
his companions gave to the poem somewhat
 of the character of a prophecy4  ,how  
far ,i have ever written1 independent of
 these higher influences1 ,i cannot say2
 ,i only know that all the poems under  
my own name have come from the deep     
places of my 8,inner ,life20 and in that

 self-same sacred retreat--which ,i have
 entered either by the intense          
concentration of all my intellectual    
powers1 or a passive surrender to the   
inspirations that moved upon me--,i have
 held conscious communion with          
disembodied spirits4 ,at such times it  
has been said ,i was 8entranced20 and   
although that term does not exactly     
express my idea1 perhaps it is the best 
which can yet be found in our language4 
,the avenues of external sense1 if not  
entirely closed1 were at least disused1 
in order that the spiritual perceptions 
might be quickened to the required      
degree1 and also that the world of      
causes1 of which earth and its          
experiences are but the passing effects1
 might be disclosed to my vision4       
,certain it is that a physical change   
took place1 affecting both my breathing 
and circulation1 and my clairvoyant     
powers were so strengthened that ,i     
could dimly perceive external objects   
from the frontal portion of my brain1   

even with my eyes closed and bandaged2  
also1 in that state1 any excess of light
 was far more painful than under        
ordinary conditions4 ,if the            
communications given through my         
instrumentality have been weak1         
erroneous1 and imperfect1 it is no fault
 of my spirit-teachers1 but arises      
rather from my own inability to         
understand or clearly express what was  
communicated to me4  ,in relation to the
 poems given under direct               
spirit-influence ,i would say1 that     
there has been a mistake existing in    
many minds concerning them1 which ,i    
take the present opportunity1 as far as 
possible1 to correct4 ,they were not    
like lightning flashes1 coming          
unheralded1 and vanishing without       
leaving a trace behind4 ,several days   
before they were given1 ,i would receive
 intimations of them4 ,oftentimes1 and  
particularly under the influence of     
,poe1 ,i would awake in the night from a
 deep slumber1 and detached fragments of

 those poems would be floating through  
my mind1 though in a few moments after  
they would vanish like a dream4 ,i have 
sometimes awakened myself by repeating  
them aloud4 ,i have been informed1 also1
 by these influences1 that all their    
poems are as complete and finished in   
spirit-life as they are in this1 and the
 only reason why they cannot be repeated
 again and again is because of the      
difficulty of bringing a human organism 
always into the same state of           
exaltation--a state in which mediums    
readily receive inspiration1 and render 
the poems with the least interference of
 their own intellect4  ,among these     
spiritual poems will be found two       
purporting to come from ,shakspeare4    
,this influence seemed to overwhelm and 
crush me4 ,i was afraid1 and shrank from
 it4 ,only those two poems were given1  
and then the attempt was not repeated4  
,i do not think that the poems in       
themselves come up to the productions of
 his master mind4 ,they are only        

intimations of what might have been1 if 
he had had a stronger and more effectual
 instrument upon which to pour his      
inspirations4 ,i have no doubt that time
 will yet furnish one upon whom his     
mantle will fall2 but ,i can only say   
that his power was mightier than ,i     
could bear4 ,as ,i have regarded him    
spiritually1 he seems to be a majestic  
intellect1 but one that overawes rather 
than attracts me2 and my conclusion has 
been1 that while in the flesh1 although 
he was of himself a mighty mind1 yet    
still he spake wiser than he knew1 being
 moved upon by those superior powers who
 choose men for their mouthpieces1 and  
oblige them to speak startling words    
into the dull ear of the times4 ,as all 
,nature is a manifestation of ,deity1 so
 all ,humanity is a manifestation of    
mind1--differing1 however1 in degrees of
 development1--and one body serves as an
 instrument to effect the purposes of   
many minds4 ,this is illustrated in the 
pursuits and employments of ordinary    

life1 and has a far deeper significance 
when taken in connection with the       
invisible world4  ,the influence of     
,burns was pleasant1 easy1 and          
exhilarating1 and left me in a cheerful 
mood4 ,as a spirit1 he seemed to be     
genial and kindly1 with a clear         
perception and earnest love of simple   
truth1 and at the same time a           
good-natured contempt for all shams1    
mere forms1 and solemn mockeries4 ,this 
was the way in which he impressed me1   
and ,i felt much more benefited than    
burdened by his presence4  ,the first   
poem delivered by ,poe1 came to me far  
more unexpectedly than any other4 ,by   
referring to the introductory remarks1  
copied from the 8,springfield           
,republican10 it will be seen that the  
supposition is presented1 that ,i1 or   
8the one who wrote the poem10 must have 
been very familiar with the writings of 
,poe4 ,as no one wrote the poem for me1 
consequently ,i am the only one who can 
answer to the supposition2 and ,i can   

say1 most conscientiously1 that previous
 to that time ,i had never read1 to my  
knowledge1 any of his poems1 save 8,the 
,raven10 and ,i had not seen that for   
several years4 ,indeed1 ,i may well say 
in this connection1 that ,i have read1  
comparatively speaking1 very little     
poetry in the course of my life1 and    
have never made the style of any author 
a study4 ,the influence of ,poe was     
neither pleasant nor easy4 ,i can only  
describe it as a species of mental      
intoxication4 ,i was tortured with a    
feeling of great restlessness and       
irritability1 and strange1 incongruous  
images crowded my brain4 ,some were     
bewildering and dazzling as the sun1    
others dark and repulsive4 ,under his   
influence1 particularly1 ,i suffered the
 greatest exhaustion of vital energy1 so
 much so1 that after giving one of his  
poems1 ,i was usually quite ill for     
several days4  ,but from his first poem 
to the last1--8,the ,farewell to        
,earth10--was a marked1 and rapid       

change4 ,it would seem as though1 in    
that higher life1 where the             
opportunities for spiritual development 
far transcend those of earth1 that by   
his quick and active perceptions he had 
seized upon the ,divine ,idea which was 
endeavoring to find expression through  
his life1 both in ,time and ,eternity2  
and that from the moment this became    
apparent1 with a volcanic energy1 with  
the battle-strokes of a true hero1 he   
had overthrown every obstacle1 and hewn 
a way through every barrier that impeded
 the free outgrowth and manifestation of
 his diviner self4 ,his 8,farewell0 is  
not a mere poem of the imagination4 ,it 
is a record of facts4 ,i can clearly    
perceive1 as his spirit has been        
revealed to me1 that there was a deep   
significance in his words1 when he      
said1--                                 
8,i will sunder1 and forever1     ,every
 tie of human passion that can bind my  
soul to ,earth--     ,every slavish tie 
that binds me to the things of little   

worth40  ,as he last appeared to me1 he 
was full of majesty and strength1       
self-poised and calm1 and it would seem 
by the expression of his countenance1   
radiant with victory1 that the reward   
promised to 8him that overcometh10 had  
been made his sure possession4 ,around  
his brow1 as a spiritual emblem1 was an 
olive-wreath1 whose leaves glowed like  
fire4 ,he stood upon the side of a      
mountain1 which was white and glittering
 like crystal1 and the full tide of     
inspiration to which he gave utterance  
could not be comprehended in human      
speech4 ,that last 8,farewell10 as it   
found expression through my weak lips1  
was but the faintest possible echo of   
that most musical and majestic lyric    
which thrilled the harp-strings of my   
being4 ,in order to be fully realized   
and understood1 the soul must be        
transported to that sphere of spiritual 
perceptions1 where there is no audible  
8speech nor language10 and where the    
8voice is not heard40  ,obedient to the 

call of the ,angels1 he has 8gone up    
higher0 in the ways of ,eternal         
,progress2 and though1 because of this  
change1 he may no longer manifest       
himself as he was1 yet doubtless as he  
is1 he will yet be felt as a ,presence  
and a ,power in the 8,heaven0 of many a 
human heart4 ,upon earth he was a meteor
 light1 flashing with a startling       
brilliancy across the intellectual      
firmament2 but now he is a star of      
ever-increasing magnitude1 which has at 
length gravitated to its own place among
 the celestial spheres4  ,in saying thus
 much1 ,i cannot so play the coward to  
my spiritual convictions as to offer the
 slightest apology for any ideas ,i may 
have advanced contrary to popular       
prejudices or time-honored opinions4 ,o1
 thoughtful reader6 if ,i have offended 
thee1 say simply that these are my      
convictions and not yours1 and do not   
fear for the result2 for in whatsoever  
,i purpose or perform1 ,i 8can do       
nothing against the ,truth--only for    

it40 ,i do not indulge in the conceit   
that this little work has any important 
mission to perform1 or that it will     
cause any commotion in the literary     
world4 ,but ,i have felt1 as one by one 
these poems have been wrought out--by   
general or special inspiration--from my 
8,inner ,life10 that in this matter ,i  
had a work1 simple though it might be1  
to do1 and my soul was sorely           
8straitened till it was accomplished40  
,as some of these poems1 appearing at   
various times1 have been severely       
criticized in the past1 so ,i would say 
now1 that if any there should be1 who1  
through bigotry1 or prejudice1 or a     
desire to display their superior wisdom1
 should choose to criticize them in     
their present form--to such ,i shall    
make no answer4 ,but to all those       
earnest and inquiring souls1 who feel   
that in such experiences as ,i have     
described1 or in the resources from     
which my soul has drawn its supply1     
there is aught that is attractive or    

desirable to them1 ,i would say1 8,god  
speed you in your search for ,truth60   
,at the same time let me assure you1    
that in the depths of your own ,inner   
,life there is a fountain of inspiration
 and wisdom1 which1 if sought aright1   
will yield you more abundant            
satisfaction than any simple cup of the 
living water which ,i1 or any other     
individual1 can place to your lips4     
,there are invisible teachers around    
you1 the hem of whose garments ,i am    
unworthy to touch4 8,the words that they
 speak unto you--they are ,spirit and   
they are ,life40 8,in order to know more
 you must be more40 ,faith strikes its  
roots deep in the spirit1 and often     
,intuition is a safer guide than        
,reason4 ,when a man1 by constant       
practice1 has so quickened his spiritual
 perceptions that he can receive        
conscious impressions from his invisible
 attendants1 he will never be without   
counsellors4                8,let ,faith
 be given     ,to the still tones that  

oft our being waken--                   
,they are of ,heaven40  ,the            
,spirit-,world is not so distant as it  
seems1 and the veil of ,materiality     
which hides it from our view1 by hopeful
 and untiring aspiration can be rent in 
twain4 ,we only need listen earnestly   
and attentively1 and we shall soon learn
 to keep step in the grand march of     
,life to the music of the upper spheres4
 ,as a popular author has beautifully   
said1 8,silence is vocal1 if we listen  
well40 ,with a sublime accord1 the great
 anthem of the ,infinite 8rolls and     
resounds0 through the ,universe1 and    
whosoever will1 can listen to that      
harmony1 till all special and particular
 discords shall die out from the 8,inner
 ,life10 and the ,heaven of the         
celestial intelligences shall blend with
 the 8,heaven within10 in perfect       
unison6     ,,poems  ,,from  ,,the      
,,inner ,,life4  ,,part ,i4     ,,poems 
,,from ,,the ,,inner ,,life4     ,,the  
,,prayer ,,of ,,the ,,sorrowing4  8,and 

there appeared an angel unto him from   
heaven strengthening him40              
,god6 hear my prayer6     ,thou who hast
 poured the essence of thy life         
,into this urn1 this feeble urn of clay2
     ,thou who amid the tempest's gloom 
and strife       ,art the lone star that
 guides me on my way2     ,when my      
crushed heart1 by constant striving     
torn1       ,flies shuddering from its  
own impurity1     ,and my faint spirit1 
by its sorrows worn1       ,turns with a
 cry of anguish unto thee--             
,hear me1 ,o ,god6 my ,god6      ,o1    
this strange mingling in of ,life and   
,death1       ,of ,soul and ,substance6 
,let me comprehend     ,the hidden      
secret of life's fleeting breath1       
,my being's destiny1 its aim and end4   
,show me the impetus that urged me      
forth1       ,upon my lone and burning  
pathway driven2     ,the secret force   
that binds me down to earth1            
,while my sad spirit yearns for home and
 heaven--                 ,hear me1 ,o  

,god6 my ,god6      ,the ruby life-drops
 from my heart are wrung1       ,by the 
deep conflict of my soul in prayer2     
,the words lie burning on my feeble     
tongue2       ,aid me1 ,o ,father6 let  
me not despair4     ,save1 ,lord6 ,i    
perish6 ,save me1 ere ,i die6       ,my 
rebel spirit mocks at thy control--     
,the raging billows rise to drown my    
cry2       ,the floods of anguish       
overwhelm my soul--                     
,hear me1 ,o ,god6 my ,god6      ,peace6
 peace6 ,o1 wilful1 wayward heart1 be   
still6       ,for1 lo6 the messenger of 
,god is near2     ,bow down submissive  
to the ,father's will1       ,in        
8perfect love0 that 8casteth out all    
fear40     ,o1 pitying ,spirit from the 
home above6       ,no longer shall my   
chastened heart rebel2     ,fold me1 ,o 
fold me in thine arms of love6       ,i 
know my ,father 8doeth all things well20
     ,i will not doubt his changeless   
love again4                 ,amen6 ,my  
heart repeats1 ,amen6     ,,the ,,song  

,,of ,,truth4       ,from the unseen    
throne of the ,great ,unknown1          
,from the ,soul of ,all1 ,i came2       
,not with the rock of the earthquake's  
shock1         ,and not with the wasting
 flame4     ,but silent and deep is my  
onward sweep1         ,through the      
depths of the boundless sky2     ,i     
stand sublime1 through the lapse of     
time1         ,and where ,god is1 there 
am ,i4      ,in the early years1 when   
the youthful spheres1         ,from the 
depths of ,chaos sprung1     ,when the  
heavens grew bright with the new-born   
light1         ,and the stars in chorus 
sung--     ,to that holy sound1 through 
the space profound1         ',mid their 
glittering ranks ,i trod2     ,for ,i am
 a part of the ,central ,heart1         
,co-equal and one with ,god4      ,the  
world is my child4 ,though wilful and   
wild1         ,yet ,i know that she     
loves me still1     ,for she thinks ,i  
fled with her holy dead1                
,because of her stubborn will2     ,and 

she weeps at night1 when the angels     
light         ,their watch-fires over   
the sky1     ,like a maid o'er the grave
 of her loved and brave2         ,but   
the ,truth can never die4      ,one by  
one1 like sparks from the sun1          
,i have counted the souls that came     
,from the hand ,divine2--all1 all are   
mine1         ,and ,i call them by my   
name4     ,one by one1 like sparks to   
the sun1         ,i shall see them all  
return2     ,though tempest-tost1 yet   
they are not lost1         ,and not one 
shall cease to burn4      ,i only speak 
to the lowly and meek1         ,to the  
simple and child-like heart1     ,but ,i
 leave the proud to their glittering    
shroud1         ,and the tricks of their
 cunning art4     ,like a white-winged  
dove from the home of love1             
,through the airy space untrod1     ,i  
come at the cry which is heard on       
high1--         8,hear me1 ,o ,god6 my  
,god60     ,,the ,,embarkation4  8,so   
they left that goodly and pleasant city1

 which had been their resting-place near
 twelve years4 ,but they knew they were 
pilgrims1 and looked not much to those  
things2 but lifted their eyes to heaven1
 their dearest country1 and quieted     
their spirits40--,e4 ,winslow4          
,the band of ,pilgrim exiles in tearful 
silence stood1     ,while thus outspake1
 in parting1 ,john ,robinson the good3  
8,fare thee well1 my brave ,miles       
,standish6 thou hast a trusty sword1    
,but not with carnal weapons shalt thou 
glorify the ,lord4     ,fare thee well1 
good ,elder ,brewster6 thou art a man of
 prayer2     ,commend the flock ,i give 
thee to the holy ,shepherd's care4      
,and thou1 belovd ,carver1 what shall ,i
 say to thee8     ,i have need1 in this 
my sorrow1 that thou shouldst comfort   
me4     ,in the furnace of affliction   
must all be sharply tried2     ,but     
nought prevails against us1 if the ,lord
 be on our side4     ,farewell1         
farewell1 my people6--go1 and stay not  
the hand1     ,but precious seed of     

,freedom sow ye broadcast through the   
land4     ,ye may scatter it in sorrow1 
and water it with tears1     ,but       
rejoice for those who gather the fruit  
in after years2     ,ay6 rejoice that ye
 may leave them an altar unto ,god1     
,on the holy soil of ,freedom1 where no 
tyrant's foot hath trod4     ,all honor 
to our sovereign1 his majesty ,king     
,james1     ,but the ,king of kings     
above us the highest homage claims40    
,upon the deck together they knelt them 
down and prayed1     ,the husband and   
the father1 the matron and the maid2    
,the broad blue heavens above them1     
bright with the summer's glow1     ,and 
the wide1 wide waste of waters1 with its
 treacherous waves below2     ,around1  
the loved and cherished1 whom they      
should see no more1     ,and the dark1  
uncertain future stretching dimly on    
before4     ,o1 well might ,edward      
,winslow look sadly on his bride6       
,o1 well might fair ,rose ,standish     
press to her chieftain's side6     ,for 

with crucified affections they bowed the
 knee in prayer1     ,and besought that 
,god would aid them to suffer and to    
bear2     ,to bear the cross of         
sorrow--a broader shield of love        
,than the ,royal ,cross of ,england1    
that proudly waved above4     ,the balmy
 winds of summer swept o'er the         
glittering seas2     ,it brought the    
sign of parting--the white sails met the
 breeze2     ,one farewell gush of      
sorrow1 one prayerful blessing more1    
,and the bark that bore the exiles      
glided slowly from the shore4     8,thus
 they left that goodly city10 o'er      
stormy seas to roam2     8,but they knew
 that they were pilgrims10 and this     
world was not        their home4        
,there is a ,god in heaven1 whose       
purpose none may tell2     ,there is a  
,god in heaven1 who doeth all things    
well3     ,and thus an infant nation was
 cradled on the deep1     ,while hosts  
of holy angels were set to guard its    
sleep2     ,no seer1 no priest1 or      

prophet1 read its horoscope at birth1   
,no bard in solemn saga sung its destiny
 to earth1     ,but                     
slowly1--slowly1--slowly as the acorn   
from the sod1     ,it grew in strength  
and grandeur1 and spread its arms       
abroad2     ,the eyes of distant nations
 turned towards that goodly tree1       
,and they saw how fair and pleasant were
 the fruits of ,liberty6     ,like      
earth's convulsive motion before the    
earthquake's shock1     ,like the       
foaming of the ocean around old         
,plymouth ,rock1     ,so the deathless  
love of ,freedom--the majesty of        
,right--     ,in all kindred1 and all   
nations1 is rising in its might2        
,and words of solemn warning come from  
the honored dead--     8,woe1 woe to the
 oppressor if righteous blood be shed6  
,rush not blindly on the future6 heed   
the lessons of the past6     ,for the   
feeble and the faithful are the         
conquerors at last40     ,,kepler',s    
,,vision4  8,how grand the spectacle of 

a mind thus restless--thirsting with    
unquenchable appetite after beauty and  
harmony6 ,never was there a finer       
example of a spirit too vast to be      
satiated with the few truths around it1 
or one that more emphatically foreboded 
a necessary immortality40--,prof4 ,r4   
,p4 ,nichol4       ,upon the clear1     
bright1 northern sky1       ,aurora's   
rainbow arches gleamed1     ,while1 from
 their radiant source on high1          
,the countless host of evening beamed2  
,each moving in its path of light--     
,those paths by ,science then untrod--  
,the silent guardians of the night1     
,the watchers by the throne of ,god4    
,far up above the gloomy wood1--        
,the wavy1 murmuring wood of pine1--    
,upon the mountain side1 there stood    
,a worshipper at ,nature's shrine4      
,his spirit1 like a breathing lyre1     
,at each celestial touch awoke1     ,and
 burning with a sacred fire1       ,his 
voice the solemn silence broke4         
8,o1 glittering host6 ,o1 golden line6  

,i would ,i had an angel's ken1         
,your deepest secrets to divine1        
,and read your mysteries to men4        
,the glorious truth is in my soul1      
,the solemn witness in my heart--       
,although ye move as one great whole1   
,each bears his own appointed part40    
99       99       99       99       99  
,he slept4 ,no6 in a blissful trance    
,the feebler powers of ,nature lay1     
,while upward1 o'er the vast expanse1   
,his eager spirit swept away1--         
,away into those fields of light1       
,by human footsteps unexplored2         
,order and beauty met his sight--       
,he saw1 he wondered1 and adored6       
,and o'er the vast area of space1       
,and through the height and depth       
profound1     ,each starless void and   
shining place       ,was filled with    
harmony of sound4     ,now1 swelling    
like the voice of seas1       ,with the 
full1 rushing tide of years1     ,then1 
sighing like an evening breeze1         
,it died among the distant spheres4     

,rich goblets filled with 8,samian      
wine10       ,or 8,life's elixir1       
sparkling high10     ,could not impart  
such joy divine       ,as that full     
chorus of the sky4     ,he might have   
heard the ,orphean lute1       ,or      
caught the sound of ,memnon's lyre1     
,and yet his lips could still be mute1  
,nor feel one spark of kindred fire4    
,but now1 o'er ravished soul and sense1 
,such floods of living music broke1     
,that1 filled with rapture too intense1 
,his disenchanted spirit woke4          
,awoke6 but not to lose the sound1      
,the echo of that holy song2     ,he    
breathed it to the world around1        
,and others bore the strain along4      
,o1 unto few the power is given         
,to pass beyond the bounds of ,time1    
,and lift the radiant veil of ,heaven1  
,to view her mysteries sublime4     ,yet
 ,thou1 in whose majestic light         
,the ,source of ,knowledge lies         
concealed1     ,prepare us to receive   
aright       ,the truths that yet shall 

be revealed4     ,,love ,,and ,,latin4  
,amo--amare--amavi--amatum4,a           
,dear girls1 never marry for knowledge1 
7,though that should of course form a   
part17     ,for often the head1 in a    
college1       ,gets wise at the cost of
 the heart4     ,let me tell you a fact 
that is real--       ,i once had a beau 
in my youth1     ,my brightest and best 
8beau ideal0       ,of manliness1       
goodness1 and truth4      ,o1 he talked 
of the ,greeks and the ,romans1         
,of ,normans1 and ,saxons1 and ,celts1  
,and he quoted from ,virgil1 and ,homer1
       ,and ,plato1 and ---- somebody   
else4     ,and he told me his deathless 
affection1       ,by means of a thousand
 strange herbs1     ,with numberless    
words in connection1       ,derived from
 the roots of ,greek verbs4      ,one   
night1 as a sly innuendo1       ,when   
,nature was mantled in snow1     ,he    
wrote in the frost on the window1       
,a sweet word in ,latin--8amo40     ,o1 
it needed no words for expression1      

,for that ,i had long understood2       
,but there was his written confession-- 
,present tense and indicative mood4     
,but ,o1 how man's passion will vary6   
,for scarcely a year had passed by1     
,when he changed the 8amo0 to 8amare10  
,but instead of an 8e0 was a 8y40       
,yes1 a ,mary had certainly taken       
,the heart once so fondly my own1       
,and ,i1 the rejected1 forsaken1        
,was left to reflection alone4          
,since then ,i've a horror of ,latin1   
,and students uncommonly smart2         
,true love1 one should always put that  
in1       ,to balance the head by the   
heart4     ,to be a fine scholar and    
linguist       ,is much to one's credit1
 ,i know1     ,but 8,i love0 should be  
said in plain ,english1       ,and not  
with a ,latin 8amo40   ,,the ,,fate ,,of
 ,,sir ,,john ,,franklin4  8,in ,march1 
of #ahed1 says the ,cleveland ,herald1  
several months before the arrival of    
,dr4 ,rae1 with his news of the probable
 death of the brave ,sir ,john ,franklin

 and his faithful comrades1 we copied   
from the ,lily of the ,valley for #ahed1
 a beautiful poem by ,miss ,lizzie      
,doten1 in reference to these           
adventurers4 ,the verses are touching   
and solemn as the sound of a passing    
bell1 and appear almost prophetic of the
 news that afterwards came4 #8,the ,song
 of the ,north' again becomes deeply    
interesting as connected with the       
thrilling account brought home by the   
,fox--the last vessel sent in search of 
the lost adventurers to the icy ,north1 
and the last that will now ever be sent 
on such an expedition40--,buffalo ,daily
 ,republic4   ,,song ,,of ,,the ,,north4
       8,away1 away60 cried the stout   
,sir ,john1       8,while the blossoms  
are on the trees1     ,for the summer is
 short1 and the times speeds on         
,as we sail for the northern seas4      
,ho6 gallant ,crozier1 and brave ,fitz  
,james6       ,we will startle the      
world1 ,i trow1     ,when we find a way 
through the ,northern seas       ,that  

never was found till now6     ,a good   
stout ship is the #8,erebus1'       ,as 
ever unfurled a sail1     ,and the      
#8,terror' will match with as brave a   
one       ,as ever outrode a gale40     
,so they bade farewell to their pleasant
 homes1       ,to the hills and the     
valleys green1     ,with three hearty   
cheers for their native isle1       ,and
 three for the ,english ,queen4         
,they sped them away1 beyond cape and   
bay1       ,where the day and the night 
are one--     ,where the hissing light  
in the heavens grew bright1       ,and  
flamed like a midnight sun4     ,there  
was nought below1 save the fields of    
snow1       ,that stretched to the icy  
pole2     ,and the ,esquimaux1 in his   
strange canoe1       ,was the only      
living soul6      ,along the coast1 like
 a giant host1       ,the glittering    
icebergs frowned1     ,or they met on   
the main1 like a battle plain1          
,and crashed with a fearful sound6      
,the seal and the bear1 with a curious  

stare1       ,looked down from the      
frozen heights1     ,and the stars in   
the skies1 with their great1 wild eyes1 
,peered out from the ,northern ,lights4 
,the gallant ,crozier1 and brave ,fitz  
,james1       ,and even the stout ,sir  
,john1     ,felt a doubt1 like a chill1 
through their warm hearts thrill1       
,as they urged the good ships on4       
,they sped them away1 beyond cape and   
bay1       ,where even the tear-drops   
freeze1     ,but no way was found1 by a 
strait or sound1       ,to sail through 
the ,northern seas2     ,they sped them 
away1 beyond cape and bay1       ,and   
they sought1 but they sought in vain1   
,for no way was found1 through the ice  
around1       ,to return to their homes 
again4     ,then the wild waves rose1   
and the waters froze1       ,till they  
closed like a prison wall2     ,and the 
icebergs stood in the sullen flood1     
,like their jailers1 grim and tall4     
,o ,god6 ,o ,god6--it was hard to die   
,in that prison house of ice6     ,for  

what was fame1 or a mighty name1        
,when life was the fearful price8       
,the gallant ,crozier1 and brave ,fitz  
,james1       ,and even the stout ,sir  
,john1     ,had a secret dread1 and     
their hopes all fled1       ,as the     
weeks and the months passed on4         
,then the ,ice ,king came1 with his eyes
 of flame1       ,and looked on that    
fated crew2     ,his chilling breath was
 as cold as death1       ,and it pierced
 their warm hearts through6     ,a heavy
 sleep1 that was dark and deep1         
,came over their weary eyes1     ,and   
they dreamed strange dreams of the hills
 and streams1       ,and the blue of    
their native skies4      ,the ,christmas
 chimes1 of the good old times1         
,were heard in each dying ear1     ,and 
the dancing feet1 and the voices sweet  
,of their wives and their children dear6
     ,but it faded away--away--away6    
,like a sound on a distant shore1       
,and deeper and deeper grew the sleep1  
,till they slept to wake no more4       

,o1 the sailor's wife1 and the sailor's 
child1       ,they will weep1 and watch1
 and pray2     ,and the ,lady ,jane1 she
 will hope in vain1       ,as the long  
years pass away6     ,the gallant       
,crozier1 and brave ,fitz ,james1       
,and the good ,sir ,john have found     
,an open way1 to a quiet bay1       ,and
 a port where we all are bound6     ,let
 the waters roar on the ice-bound shore1
       ,that circles the frozen pole2   
,but there is no sleep1 and no grave so 
deep1       ,that can hold a human soul4
     ,,the ,,burial ,,of ,,webster4     
,low and solemn be the requiem above the
 nation's dead2     ,let fervent prayers
 be uttered1 and farewell blessings     
said6     ,close by the sheltering      
homestead1 beneath the household tree1  
,where oft his footsteps lingered1 here 
let the parting be6     ,draw near in   
solemn silence1 with slow and measured  
tread2     ,come with the brow          
uncovered1 and gaze upon the dead6      
,how like a fallen hero1 in silent rest 

he lies6     ,with the seal of ,death   
upon him1 and its dimness in his eyes6  
,speak6 but there comes no answer4 ,that
 voice of power is still     ,which woke
 the slumbering ,senate as with a       
giant's will6--     ,that voice1 which  
rang so proudly back from the echoing   
walls1     ,in court and civic council1 
and legislative halls2     ,which       
summoned back those spirits1 who long   
were mute and still1--     ,the ,pilgrim
 sires of ,plymouth--the dead of ,bunker
 ,hill1--     ,and in their silent      
presence gave to the past a tongue      
,like that which roused the nations when
 ,freedom's war-cry rung4     ,but now1 
the roar of cannon1 the thunder of the  
deep1     ,the battle-shock of          
earthquakes1 cannot wake him from his   
sleep6     ,the foot that trod so       
proudly upon the earth's green sod1     
,the manly form1 created in the image of
 its ,god1     ,the brow1 where mental  
greatness had set her noblest seal1     
,the lip1 whence thoughts were uttered  

like shafts of polished steel1--        
,all1 all of these shall moulder back to
 their parent earth1     ,back to the   
silent bosom from whence they sprang to 
birth6     ,the man1--the living        
,webster--passed with a fleeting breath6
     ,alas1 for human greatness6--the   
end thereof is death6     ,o6 what is   
earthly glory8 ,ask ,csar1 when he fell 
,at the base of ,pompey's statue1 slain 
by those he loved too well2     ,ask the
 ,carthaginian hero1 who kept his       
fearful vow2     ,ask ,napoleon in his  
exile2 ask the dead before ye now2--    
,and one answer1 and one only1 in the   
light of truth is given3     8,man's    
highest earthly glory is to do the will 
of ,heaven2     ,to rise and battle     
bravely1 with dauntless moral might1    
,in the holy cause of ,freedom1 and the 
triumph of the ,right60     ,for by this
 simple standard shall all at last be   
tried1     ,and not by earthly glory1 or
 works of human pride4      ,o ,webster6
 thou wast mighty among thy fellow-men2 

,and he who seeks to judge thee must be 
what thou hast been2--     ,must feel   
thine aspirations for higher aims in    
life1     ,and know the stern           
temptations that urged thee in the      
strife2     ,must let his heart flow    
largely from out its narrow span1       
,and meet thee freely1 fairly1 as man   
should meet with man4     ,what was     
lost1 and what resisted1 is known to    
,one alone3     ,then let him who stands
 here guiltless 8be first to cast a     
stone06      ,farewell6 ,we give1 with  
mourning1 back to thy mother ,earth     
,the robes thy soul rejected at its     
celestial birth6      ,a mightier one   
and stronger may stand where thou wast  
tried1     ,yet he shall be the wiser   
that thou hast lived and died2     ,thy 
greatness be his glory1 thine errors let
 him shun1     ,and let him finish nobly
 what thou hast left undone4            
,farewell6 ,the granite mountains1 the  
hill-side1 and the sea1     ,thy        
harvest-fields and orchards1 will all   

lament for thee6     ,farewell6 ,a      
mighty nation awards thee deathless     
fame1     ,and future generations shall 
honor ,,webster',s name6     ,,the      
,,parting ,,of ,,sigurd ,,and ,,gerda4  
8,he is a strong1 proud man1 such as a  
woman might1 with pride1 call her       
partner--#8if only--,o6 if he would but 
understand her nature1 and allow it to  
be worth something4'0--,see ,miss       
,bremer's 8,brothers and ,sisters40     
,she stood beneath the moonlight pale1  
,with calm1 uplifted eye1     ,while all
 her being1 weak and frail1             
,thrilled with her purpose high2        
,for she1 the long affianced bride1     
,must seal the fount of tears1     ,and 
break1 with woman's lofty pride1        
,the plighted faith of years4      ,ay6 
she had loved as in a dream1       ,and 
woke1 at length1 to find     ,how coldly
 on her spirit gleamed       ,the       
dazzling light of mind4     ,for little 
was the true1 deep love       ,of that  
pure spirit known     ,to him1 the cold1

 the selfish one1       ,who claimed her
 as his own4      ,and what to him were 
all her dreams       ,of purer1 holier  
life8     ,such idle fancies ill became 
,a meek1 submissive wife4     ,and what 
were all her yearnings high       ,for  
,god and 8,fatherland0     ,but vain    
chimeras1 lofty flights1       ,while   
,sigurd held her hand8      ,and then   
uprose the bitter thought1       8,why  
bow to his control8     ,why sacrifice1 
before his pride1       ,the freedom of 
my soul8     ,better to break the golden
 chain1       ,and live and love apart1 
,than feel the galling1 grinding links  
,wearing upon my heart40      ,he       
came1--and1 with a soft1 low voice1     
,in the pale gleaming light1     ,she   
laid her gentle hand in his--           
8,sigurd1 we part to-night4     ,long   
have these bitter words been kept       
,within this heart of mine1     ,and    
often have ,i lonely wept1--       ,i   
never can be thine40      ,proudly1 with
 folded arms he stood1       ,and cold1 

sarcastic smile--     8,ha6 this is but 
a wayward mood1       ,an artful woman's
 wile4     ,but this ,i know3 so        
long--so long       ,i've held thee to  
thy vow1     ,that ,i have made the bond
 too strong       ,for thee to break it 
now40      8,you know me not2--my lofty 
pride       ,was hidden from your eyes2 
,but you have crushed it down so low    
,it gives me strength to rise4     ,o6  
all my bitter1 burning thoughts       ,i
 may not1 dare not tell6     ,sigurd1 my
 loved--forever loved6       ,farewell6 
once more1 farewell60      ,one moment1 
and those loving arms       ,were gently
 round him thrown2     ,one moment1 and 
those quivering lips       ,pressed     
lightly to his own3     ,and then he    
stood alone6 alone6       ,with eyes too
 proud for tears2     ,yet o'er his     
stern1 cold heart was thrown       ,the 
burning blight of years4      ,o man6 so
 ,god-like in thy strength1             
,preminent in mind1     ,seek not with  
these high gifts alone1       ,a woman's

 heart to bind4     ,for1 timid as a    
shrinking fawn1       ,yet faithful as a
 dove1     ,she clings through life and 
death to thee1       ,won by thine      
earnest love4     ,,the ,,meeting ,,of  
,,sigurd ,,and ,,gerda4  8,and beautiful
 now stood they there1 man and woman2 no
 longer pale2 eye to eye1 hand to hand1 
as equals1--as partners in the light of 
heaven40--,see ,miss ,bremer's          
8,brothers and ,sisters40       8,o1    
early love6 ,o1 early love6       ,why  
does this memory haunt me yet8          
,peace6 ,i invoke thee from above1--    
,i cannot1 though ,i would1 forget4     
,how ,i have sought1 with prayers and   
tears1       ,to quench this wasting    
passion-flame6     ,but after long1     
long1 weary years1       ,it burns      
within my heart the same40      ,she    
wept--poor1 sorrowing ,gerda wept1      
,in the dark pine-wood wandering lone1  
,while cold the night-winds past her    
swept1       ,and bright the stars above
 her shone4     ,poor1 suffering dove6  

her song was hushed1       ,the         
blithesome song of other days1     ,yet1
 ,o6 when such true hearts are crushed1 
,they breathe their holiest1 sweetest   
lays4      ,a step was heard4 ,her heart
 beat high2       ,through the dim      
shadows of the wood     ,she glanced    
with quick and anxious eye--       ,lo6 
,sigurd by her stood2--     ,and as the 
moon's pale1 quivering rays       ,stole
 through that lonely place1     ,he     
stood1 with calm1 impassioned gaze      
,fixed on her tearful face4             
8,gerda10 he said1 8,i come to speak    
,a long1 a last farewell2     ,some     
distant land and home ,i seek1          
,far1 far from thee to dwell4     ,o1   
since ,i lost thee1 gentle one1         
,my truest and my best1     ,i have     
rushed madly1 blindly on1       ,nor    
dared to think of rest4      8,the night
 that spreads her starry wing           
,beyond the ,northern ,sea1     ,does   
not a deeper darkness bring       ,than 
that which rests on me4     ,yet1 no6 ,i

 will not ask thy tears       ,for my   
deep tale of woe2     ,forgetfulness    
will come with years2       ,gerda--my  
love--,i go60      8,stay6 ,sigurd1     
stay6 ,o1 why depart8       ,see1 at thy
 feet ,i bow2     ,o1 cherished idol of 
my heart1       ,reject--reject me now60
     ,but not upon the cold1 damp       
ground1       ,her bended knee she      
pressed2     ,upheld1 and firmly clasped
 around1       ,she wept upon his       
breast4      8,reject thee8 ,no6 ,when  
earth rejects       ,the sunshine's     
summer glow1     ,when ,heaven one      
suppliant's prayer neglects1       ,then
 will ,i bid thee go4     ,and1 by the  
watching stars above1       ,and by all 
things divine1     ,i swear to cherish  
and to love       ,this heart that beats
 to mine60      ,o1 holy sense of wrongs
 forgot1       ,and injuries forgiven6  
,the human heart that feels thee not1   
,knows not the peace of ,heaven4     ,ye
 blessd spirits from above1       ,who  
guide us while we live1     ,o1 teach us

 also how to love1       ,and freely to 
forgive4     ,,poems ,,from ,,the       
,,inner ,,life4   ,,part ,,ii4   ,the   
succeeding poems were given under direct
 spirit influence before public         
audiences4 ,for many of them ,i could   
not obtain the authorship1 but for such 
as ,i could1 the names are given4       
,,poems ,,from ,,the ,,inner ,,life4    
,,the ,,spirit-,,child4  ,,by           
8,,jennie40       ,o1 thou holy ,heaven 
above us6     ,o1 ye angel hosts who    
love us6     ,ye alone know how to prove
 us         ,by the discipline of life--
     ,that we faint not in endeavor1    
,but with cheerful courage ever         
,rise victorious in the strife4      ,o1
 my sister6 ,o1 my brother     ,i was   
once a mortal mother2     ,one sweet    
blossom1 and no other1         ,bloomed 
upon the household tree3     ,very      
fragile1 very tender1     ,very         
beautiful and slender--         ,he was 
dear as life to me4      ,all the       
spring-time's fresh unfolding1     ,all 

of ,art's exquisite moulding1     ,all  
that thrills one in beholding1          
,centred in that fair young face2       
,while an angel-tempered gladness1      
,almost blending into sadness1          
,filled him with a nameless grace4      
,and ,i loved him without measure2      
,o1 a ceaseless fount of pleasure       
,found ,i in that little treasure6      
,and my heart grew good and great1      
,as ,i thanked the ,god of ,heaven      
,that this precious one was given       
,thus to cheer my low estate4      ,but1
 with all my prayers ascending1     ,i  
could hear a low voice blending1        
,like some benison descending1          
,saying1 8,place thy hopes above2       
,for the test of all affection     ,is  
the full and free rejection         ,of 
all selfishness in love40      ,then ,i 
felt a sad foreboding1     ,all my soul 
to anguish goading1     ,all my inward  
peace corroding2         ,and my rebel  
heart begun1     ,crying wildly1 that ,i
 would not     ,yield my precious       

one--,i could not         ,say1 8,thy   
will1 not mine1 be done40               
,spring-time came with genial showers1  
,bursting buds and opening flowers1     
,singing birds and sunny hours1         
,filling heaven and earth with light4   
,but the ,summer--fair deceiver6--      
,came with pestilence and fever1        
,came my little bud to blight4          
,o'er my threshold silent stealing1     
,chilling every sense and feeling1      
,all the fount of grief unsealing1      
,came the great white angel1 ,death2    
,and my flower upon my bosom            
,withered1 like an early blossom        
,stricken by the north wind's breath4   
,and ,i saw him weakly lying1     ,heard
 his parched lips faintly sighing1      
,knew that he was dying--dying6         
,and my love was vain to save6     ,all 
my wild1 impassioned pleading1     ,all 
my fervent interceding1         ,could  
not triumph o'er the grave4      ,vainly
 did ,i crave permission1     ,that my  
anxious1 tearful vision1     ,might     

behold the land ,elysian--              
,forth into the unknown dark1     ,on   
that broad1 mysterious river1     ,did  
the hand of ,god1 the ,giver1           
,launch that little1 fragile bark4      
,then my brain grew wild to madness1    
,changing to a sullen sadness1          
,tempered by no ray of gladness2        
,and ,i cursed the ,god above1          
,that1 with ,heaven all full of angels1 
,sounding forth their glad evangels1    
,he should take my little dove4         
,then my eyelids knew no sleeping3      
,once my midnight watch while keeping1  
,i had wept beyond all weeping1--       
,suddenly there seemed to fall     ,from
 my spiritual being1     ,from my inward
 sense of seeing1         ,scales1 as   
from the eyes of ,paul4      ,heavenly  
gales were round me playing1     ,angel 
hands my soul were staying1     ,and ,i 
heard a clear voice saying1             
8,come up hither1--come and see6     ,o1
 thou sorrow-stricken mother6     ,unto 
thee1 as to none other1         ,heaven 

unfolds her mystery40      ,god's own   
,spirit seemed to move me1     ,all the 
,heaven grew bright above me1     ,all  
the angels seemed to love me1--         
,waved their white hands as they smiled2
     ,and one1 fair as ,summer          
moonlight1     ,crowned with starry gems
 of midnight1         ,brought to me my 
angel child4      ,like a flower in     
sunshine blowing1     ,cheeks1 and lips1
 and eyes were glowing1--     ,i could  
see that he was growing         ,fairer 
than the things of earth4     8,thou    
mayst take him10 said the spirit1       
8,back to earth1 there to inherit       
,all the woes of mortal birth40      ,i 
had need of no advising2     ,in        
divinest strength arising1     ,all my  
selfishness despising1--         8,nay60
 ,i cried2 8now first ,i know     ,what 
it is to be a mother1     ,to give being
 to another         ,living soul1 for   
joy or woe4      8,keep him in these    
heavenly places1     ,fold him in your  
pure embraces1     ,teach him the       

divinest graces3         ,i return to   
earth again2     ,not to sit and weep   
supinely1     ,but to live and love     
divinely40         ,and the angels said1
 8,amen60      ,o thou holy ,heaven     
above us6     ,o ye angel hosts who love
 us6     ,ye alone know how to prove us1
         ,by the discipline of life1--  
,that we faint not in endeavor1     ,but
 with cheerful courage ever             
,rise victorious in the strife4         
,,reconciliation4       ,god of the     
,granite and the ,rose6       ,soul of  
the ,sparrow and the ,bee6     ,the     
mighty tide of ,being flows             
,through countless channels1 ,lord1 from
 thee4     ,it leaps to life in grass   
and flowers1       ,through every grade 
of being runs1     ,till from           
,creation's radiant towers       ,its   
glory flames in stars and suns4      ,o1
 ye who sit and gaze on life       ,with
 folded hands and fettered will1        
,who only see1 amid the strife1         
,the dark supremacy of ill1--     ,know1

 that like birds1 and streams1 and      
flowers1       ,the life that moves you 
is divine6     ,nor time1 nor space1 nor
 human powers1       ,your ,godlike     
spirit can confine4      ,once1 in a    
form of human mould1       ,upon this   
earthly plane ,i trod2     ,my faith was
 weak1 my heart was cold1--       ,i had
 no hope1 ,i knew not ,god4     ,deep   
from my being's cup ,i quaffed1         
,with ,life's ,elixir brimming o'er1    
,and madly sought to drain the draught1 
,that ,i might die1 to live no more6    
,there came an angel to my side--       
,not from the bowers of ,paradise--     
,she was mine own1 mine earthly bride1  
,with ,heaven's pure sunshine in her    
eyes4     ,she wept and prayed1 she knew
 not why--       ,her ,faith1 not       
,reason1 soared above3     ,she talked  
of ,god and ,heaven--and ,i--           
,well--,i was happy in her love4        
,love was my all1 my guiding star1      
,and like a wanderer in the night1      
,i hailed its radiance from afar1       

,because it shone with certain light2   
,but all those visions1 bright and high1
       ,which the pure-hearted only see1
     ,of ,god and ,immortality1         
,could not reveal their light to me4    
,at length my precious one1 my wife1    
,held on her bosom's sacred shrine      
,a tender form1--an infant life1--      
,the union of her soul and mine4     ,o 
,god6 above that precious child         
,first did ,i breathe thy holy name1    
,while strong emotions1 deep and wild1  
,shook like a reed my manly frame4      
,i prayed for ,heaven's eternal years2  
,i prayed for light1 that ,i might see2 
,and even with stern manhood's tears1   
,i prayed for faith1 ,o ,god1 in ,thee4 
,o1 this poor world seemed far too small
       ,to hold the measure of my love6 
,they were my ,god1 my ,heaven1 my      
,all--       ,my precious wife1 my      
nestling dove4      ,ay1 then there came
 a fearful day1       ,a day of sorrow  
and of pain1     ,when1 like a helpless 
child1 ,i lay1       ,and fever burned  

in every vein4     ,weeks came and went1
 they went and came1       ,till ,faith 
was ,fear1 and ,hope had died1     ,and 
,i could only breathe the name       ,of
 the lone watcher at my side4      ,with
 patient love that could not fail1      
,and anxious care that knew no rest1    
,she sat1 like a ,madonna1 pale1        
,with our sweet infant on her breast4   
,for them ,i beat ,life's stormy wave1  
,and struggled1 face to face1 with      
death2     ,for them ,i tarried from the
 grave1       ,and firmly held my mortal
 breath4      ,but faint and weak at    
length ,i lay1       ,while darkness    
gathered over all--     ,i felt my      
pulses fluttering play       ,like      
,autumn leaves about to fall4     ,my   
poor1 tired heart could do no more1     
,but yielded the unequal strife2        
,ay1 then ,i prayed1 as ne'er before1   
,that ,i might have ,eternal ,life4     
,o ,god6 my sainted mother's face       
,gleamed through the deepening shades of
 death1     ,and from her lips these    

words of grace       ,fell gently as the
 evening's breath3     8,child of my    
love1 ,i gave to earth       ,thy mortal
 form in grief and pain--     ,lo6 now1 
in this1 thy second birth1       ,i lend
 my strength to thee again40      ,that 
angel-presence stood revealed1       ,to
 her who sat beside my bed2     ,our    
quivering lips ,love's compact sealed1  
,and one1 brief1 parting word was said4 
,then1 leaning like a weary child       
,my head upon my mother's breast1       
,she bore me1 changed and reconciled1   
,to the fair dwellings of the blest4    
,but oft at morn1 or close of day1      
,i feel the love that toward me yearns1 
,and earthward1 o'er the starry way1    
,my answering spirit gladly turns4      
,o ,death6 ,o ,grave6 before ,heaven's  
light       ,thy gloomy phantoms quickly
 fly2     ,and man shall learn this     
truth aright--       ,that he must      
change1 but shall not die6      ,shall  
change1 as doth the summer rose1        
,the evening light1 the closing year2   

,shall sink into a sweet repose1        
,to waken in a happier sphere2--        
,shall fall1 as falls the harvest       
grain--       ,the ripened ears of      
golden corn1     ,which yields its life1
 that yet again1       ,through         
ceaseless change1 it be re-born4        
,god of the ,granite and the ,rose6     
,soul of the ,sparrow and the ,bee6     
,the mighty tide of ,being flows        
,through all thy creatures back to      
,thee4     ,thus round and round the    
circle runs--       ,a mighty sea       
without a shore--     ,while men and    
angels1 stars and suns1       ,unite to 
praise ,thee evermore6     ,,hope ,,for 
,,the ,,sorrowing4  ,a poem delivered at
 the funeral service of ,mr4 ,henry ,l4 
,kingman1 of ,north ,bridgewater1       
,mass41 ,november1 #ahfb4       ,ye holy
 ministers of ,love1       ,blest       
dwellers in the upper spheres1     ,in  
vain we fix our gaze above1       ,for  
we are blinded by our tears4     ,o1    
tell us to what land unknown     ,the   

soul of him we love has flown8      ,he 
left us when his manly heart       ,with
 earnest hope was beating high2     ,too
 soon it seemed for us to part2         
,too soon1 alas6 for him to die4     ,we
 have the tenement of clay1     ,but aye
 the soul has passed away4      ,away1  
into the unknown dark1       ,with      
fearless heart and steady hand1     ,he 
calmly launched his fragile bark1       
,to seek the spirits' ,father ,land4    
,say1 has he reached some distant shore4
     ,to speak with us on earth no more8
      ,we gaze into unmeasured space1   
,and lift our tearful eyes above1       
,to catch the gleaming of his face1     
,or one light whisper of his love4      
,o ,god6 ,o ,angels6 hear our cry1      
,nor let our faith in darkness die6     
,hark6 for a voice of gentle tone       
,the answer to our cry hath given1      
,soft as olian harpstrings blown1       
,responsive to the breath of even--     
8,i have not sought a distant shore2    
,lo6 ,i am with you--weep no more4      

8,ay6 ,love is stronger far than death1 
,and wins the victory o'er the ,grave2  
,dependent on no mortal breath1         
,its mission is to guide and save4      
,above the wrecks of ,death and ,time1  
,it triumphs1 changeless and sublime4   
8,still shall my love its vigils keep1  
,true as the needle to the pole1        
,for ,death is not a dreamless sleep1   
,nor is the ,grave man's final goal4    
,the larger growth1--the life divine1-- 
,all that ,i hoped or wished1 are mine40
      ,blest spirit6 we will weep no    
more1       ,but lay our selfishness to 
rest2     ,the ,providence1 which we    
adore1       ,has ordered all things for
 the best4     ,life's battle fought1   
the victory won1     ,to nobler toils   
pass on6 pass on6     ,,compensation4   
,out in the desolate midnight1          
,out in the cold and rain1     ,with the
 bitter1 bleak winds of winter          
,driving across the plain--     ,in the 
ghastly gloom of the churchyard1        
,crouching behind a stone1     ,fleeing 

from what is called ,justice1       ,i  
was safe with the dead alone4      ,all 
of the madness and evil       ,that into
 my nature was cast2     ,all of the    
demon or devil       ,had filled up its 
measure at last4     ,blood1 on my      
hands1 of a brother6       ,blood--an   
indelible stain6     ,burning1 and      
smarting1 and eating       ,into my     
heart and my brain4      ,in woe and    
iniquity shapen1       ,conceived by my 
mother in sin1     ,forecast in a soil  
of pollution4       ,did the life of my 
being begin4     ,i chose not the nature
 within me2       ,i was fated and      
fashioned by birth2     ,foreordained to
 the darkness and evil1       ,the sins 
and the sorrows of earth6      ,the     
,world was my foe ere it knew me2       
,it scattered its snares in my path3    
,like a serpent1 it charmed and it drew 
me1       ,then met me with judgment and
 wrath6     ,i saw that the strong      
crushed the weaker1       ,that         
wickedness won in the strife1     ,and  

the greatest of crimes and of curses    
,was the lot of a beggar in life6       
,e'en the arm of ,god's mercy seemed    
shortened1       ,for all that could    
gladden or save2     ,the child of my   
love1 and its mother1       ,were laid  
in the pitiless grave6     ,then1       
weakened and wasted by hunger--         
,ay1 famished without and within--      
,all homeless1 and hopeless1 and        
friendless1       ,o1 what was there    
left me but sin8      ,i met in the     
wood-path a lordling1       ,arrayed in 
his garments of pride1     ,and1 like   
,moses who slew the ,egyptian1       ,i 
smote him so sore that he died6     ,o1 
the blood on my hands and my garments6  
,o1 the terrible face of the dead6      
,his gold could not tempt me to linger--
       ,i turned in my horror1 and fled6
      ,i fled1 but a terrible phantom   
,pursued like a demon of wrath2     ,in 
the forest1 the field1 or the           
churchyard1       ,its footsteps were   
close on my path2     ,and there1 on the

 grave of my loved ones1       ,as      
freezing and famished ,i lay1     ,i was
 seized by the human avenger1       ,and
 borne to the judgment away6      ,o1   
the prison6 the sentence6 the gallows6  
,that last fearful struggle for breath6 
,the rush1 and the roar1 and confusion1 
,the depth and the darkness of death6   
,o man6 ,i have sinned and have         
suffered2       ,the climax of evil is  
past2     ,but the justice of time may  
determine       ,that you were more     
guilty at last6      ,then long did ,i  
struggle with phantoms1       ,and      
wandered in darkness and night1         
,till there came to my soul1 in its     
prison1       ,the form of an ,angel of 
,light4     ,i thought1 in my blindness 
and darkness1       ,that he was the    
,infinite ,god1     ,who had come in the
 might of his vengeance       ,to smite 
with his merciless rod4      ,so ,i     
cursed ,him--and cursed ,him--and cursed
 ,him6       ,that ,he1 in his greatness
 and power1     ,had summoned my soul   

into being1       ,and made me to suffer
 one hour4     ,i cursed ,him for all of
 my sorrow1       ,for all of my        
weakness and sin1     ,for all of my    
hatred and evil1       ,for darkness    
without and within4      ,my words were 
all molten and glowing1       ,as if    
from a furnace they came1     ,and the  
breath of my wrath made them hotter1    
,till they burned with the fierceness of
 flame4     ,then a light that was in me
 grew brighter1       ,like sunshine    
poured into the heart2     ,i felt all  
my burdens grow lighter1       ,and the 
dross from my nature depart4      8,my  
brother10 replied the bright ,angel1    
8,let the name of the ,highest be       
blessed6     ,lo6 he renders thee       
blessing for cursing6       ,his will   
and ,his way are the best4     ,thy soul
 in ,his sight hath been precious1      
,since the birth of thy being began2    
,thou art judged by the need of thy     
nature1       ,and not by the standard  
of man40      ,then out of my cursing   

and madness1       ,and out of the      
furnace of flame1     ,my soul1 like a  
jewel of beauty1       ,annealed through
 life's processes came4     ,the forms  
of my loved ones were near me1          
,the night of my sorrow had passed2     
,god grant you1 ,o mortals1 who judged  
me1       ,as full an acceptance at     
last6     ,,the ,,eagle ,,of ,,freedom4 
,o1 ,land of our glory1 our boast1 and  
our pride6     ,where the brave and the 
fearless for ,freedom have died1        
,how clear is the lustre that beams from
 thy name6     ,how bright on thy brow  
are the laurels of fame6     ,the stars 
of thy ,union still burn in the sky1    
,and the scream of thine ,eagle is heard
 from on high6     ,his eyrie is built  
where no foe can invade1     ,nor       
traitors prevail with the brand and the 
blade6  ,,chorus4      ,the ,eagle of   
,freedom1 in danger and night1          
,keeps watch o'er our flag from his     
star-circled height4     ,from mountain 
and valley1 from hill-top and sea1      

,three cheers for the ,eagle1 the ,bird 
of the ,free6                 ,hurrah6  
,hurrah6     ,hurrah for the ,eagle1 the
 ,bird of the ,free6      ,mount up1 ,o 
thou ,eagle6 and rend1 in thy flight1   
,the war-cloud that hides our broad     
banner from sight6     ,guard1 guard it 
from danger1 though war-rent and worn1  
,and see that no star from its azure is 
torn6     ,keep thy breast to the storm1
 and thine eye on the sun1     ,till1   
true to our motto1 ,,the ,,many ,,are   
,,one6     ,till the red rage of war    
with its tumult shall cease1     ,and   
the dove shall return with the olive of 
peace4  ,,chorus4      ,the ,eagle of   
,freedom1 in danger and night1          
,keeps watch o'er our flag from his     
star-lighted height4     ,from mountain 
and valley1 from hill-side and sea1     
,three cheers for the ,eagle1 the ,bird 
of the ,free6                 ,hurrah6  
,hurrah6     ,hurrah for the ,eagle1 the
 ,bird of the ,free6      ,o1 sons of   
the mighty1 the true1 and the brave6    

,the souls of your heroes rest not in   
the grave3     ,the holy libation to    
,liberty poured1     ,hath streamed1 not
 in vain1 from the blood-crimsoned      
sword4     ,henceforth1 with your       
,star-,spangled ,banner unfurled1       
,your might shall be felt to the ends of
 the world1     ,and rising ,republics1 
like nebul1 gleam1     ,wherever the    
stars of your nation shall beam4        
,,chorus4      ,the ,eagle of ,freedom1 
sublime in his flight1     ,shall rest  
on your banner1 encircled with light2   
,and then shall the chorus1 in unison   
be1     ,three cheers for the ,eagle1   
the ,bird of the ,free6                 
,hurrah6 ,hurrah6     ,hurrah for the   
,eagle1 the ,bird of the ,free6         
,,mistress ,,glenare4  ,,by 8,,marian40 
,a virtuous woman is ,mistress          
,glenare--       ,or1 at least1 so the  
world in its judgment would say2--      
,with an orderly walk and a circumspect 
air1       ,she never departs from the  
popular way4     ,every word that she   

speaks is well measured and weighed2    
,her friends are selected with          
scrupulous care2     ,and in all that   
she does is her prudence displayed1     
,for a virtuous woman is ,mistress      
,glenare6      ,her youth has departed1 
and with it has fled       ,the impulse 
which gives to the blood a new start1   
,which oftentimes turns from the        
reasoning head1       ,to trust to the  
wisdom of ,god in the heart4     ,thus  
the robes of her purity never are       
stained1       ,and her feet are        
withheld from the pitfall and snare2    
,where nothing is ventured1 there       
nothing is gained3       ,o1 a virtuous 
woman is ,mistress ,glenare6      ,she  
makes no distinction of sinners from    
sin2       ,her words are like arrows1  
her tongue is a rod2     ,she sees no   
excuse for the evil within1       ,but  
condemns with the zeal of a partialist  
,god6     ,on a background of darkness1 
of sorrow and shame1       ,her own     
reputation looks stainless and fair2    

,so she builds up her fame1 through her 
neighbors' bad name3       ,o1 a        
virtuous woman is ,mistress ,glenare6   
,she peeps and she listens1 she watches 
and waits1       ,nor ,satan himself is 
more active than she     ,to expose in  
poor sinners the faults and bad traits1 
,which she fears that the ,lord might   
not happen to see4     ,when the ,father
 of ,spirits looks down from above      
,on the good and the evil1 the frail and
 the fair1     ,how must he regard1 with
 particular love1       ,this virtuous  
woman--good ,mistress ,glenare6      ,o1
 ,mistress ,glenare6 in the drama of    
life       ,you are acting a very       
respectable part2     ,you have known   
just enough of its envious strife       
,to deceive both the world and your own 
foolish heart4     ,but say1 in some    
moment of clear common sense1       ,did
 you never in truth and sincerity dare  
,to ask the plain question1 aside from  
pretence1       ,how you looked to the  
angels1 dear ,mistress ,glenare8        

,the glory of ,god has enlightened their
 eyes3       ,no longer1 through        
darkness1 they see but in part1     ,and
 the robes of your righteousness do not 
suffice       ,to cover the lack of true
 love in the heart4     ,you look       
shabby1 and filthy1 and ragged1 and     
mean--       ,e'en with those you       
condemn1 you but poorly compare6        
,go6 wash you in ,charity till you are  
clean2       ,you will change for the   
better1 dear ,mistress ,glenare4        
,your thoughts have been run in the     
popular mould1       ,like wax that is  
plastic and easily melts2     ,till now1
 like a nondescript1 lo1 and behold6    
,you are neither yourself1 nor yet any  
one else4     ,of tender compassion1    
forgiveness1 and love1       ,your      
nature has not a respectable share2     
,you are three parts of serpent1 and one
 of the dove--       ,very badly        
proportioned1 dear ,mistress ,glenare4  
,your noblest and purest affections have
 died1       ,like summer-dried roses1  

your spirit within2     ,your heart has 
grown arid1 and scarce is supplied      
,with sufficient vitality even to sin4  
,but would you be true to your virtuous 
name1       ,there is one we commend to 
your tenderest care2     ,to deal with  
her wisely will add to your fame3       
,that poor sinful woman is--,mistress   
,glenare4     ,,little ,,johnny4  ,a    
poem delivered by ,miss ,lizzie ,doten  
at the close of a lecture in            
,springfield1 ,may #aj1 and addressed to
 the parents of ,little ,johnny--,mr4   
and ,mrs4 ,thomas ,a4 ,denison1 of      
,chicopee1 ,mass4       ,sing not1 ,o   
blessed angels6       ,to those who     
truly mourn1     ,but come with gifts of
 healing1       ,for heart-strings      
freshly torn4     ,ah6 human hearts are 
tender1       ,and wounds of love are   
deep3     ,sing not1 ,o blessed angels6 
,but 8weep with those who weep40        
,come not1 ,o spirit-teachers6          
,with wisdom from above1     ,but come  
with soft1 low whispers       ,of       

sympathy and love4     ,truths seem     
uncertain shadows       ,beneath the    
clouds of care2     ,come1 then1 in     
friendly silence1       ,and strengthen 
them to bear4      ,what will ye bring1 
,o angels1       ,to soothe the troubled
 breast8     8,we will bring the        
cherished loved one       ,from the     
mansions of the blest4     ,like a      
wandering dove returning1       ,he     
shall nestle in each heart2     ,they   
will feel his blessd presence1          
,and their sorrow shall depart4         
8,we will lead them from their darkness 
,out to the shining light1     ,and     
scenes of heavenly beauty       ,shall  
greet their longing sight4     ,there   
shall they see their loved one1         
,free from his earthly pain2     ,their 
souls shall cease from sorrow1          
,and shall ask him not again4      8,o1 
we only opened gently       ,his little 
prison door2     ,he stepped into the   
sunshine1       ,and then returned no   
more4     ,he dwells not now in         

weakness1       ,in the spirit's narrow 
cell1     ,but yet remains forever      
,to those who loved him well40          
,what will ye bring1 ,o teachers6       
,to those who suffer loss8     8,we will
 bring them faith1 and patience1        
,and strength to bear their cross1--    
,to bear it bravely1 calmly1            
,although the way seem long1     ,till  
hearts that bled with anguish           
,shall burst into a song4      8,they   
shall walk in ,faith's clear sunshine1  
,with souls renewed in youth1     ,and  
the little child shall lead them        
,to a knowledge of the truth4     ,tell 
them the loving angels       ,watch o'er
 their darling boy--     ,they are      
sharers of their sorrow1       ,and     
helpers of their joy40     8,,birdie',s0
 ,,spirit-,,song4  ,at the conclusion of
 a lecture in ,boston1 the following    
poem was addressed to the chairman 7,mr4
 ,l4 ,b4 ,wilson74 ,it purported to come
 from ,anna ,cora1 ,mr4 ,wilson's only  
child1 who passed to the spirit-world at

 the age of #ab years and #g months4    
,she was always called by the pet name  
8,birdie40       ,with rosebuds in my   
hand1     ,fresh from the ,summer-land1 
,father1 ,i come and stand       ,close 
by your side4     ,you cannot see me    
here1     ,or feel my presence near1    
,and yet your 8,birdie0 dear            
,never has died4      ,o1 no6 for angels
 bright1     ,out of the blessd light1  
,shone on my wondering sight1           
,singing1 8,we come6     ,lamb for the  
fold above--     ,tender1 young1        
nestling dove--     ,safe in our arms of
 love1       ,haste to thy home40       
,mother6 ,i could not stay2     ,in a   
sweet dream ,i lay1     ,wafted to      
,heaven away1       ,far from the night2
     ,then1 with a glad surprise1       
,did ,i unclose my eyes1     ,under     
those cloudless skies1       ,smiling   
with light6      ,o6 were you with me   
there1     ,free from your earthly care1
     ,all of my joy to share1       ,i  
were more blest4     ,but it is best to 

stay     ,here in the earthly way1      
,till the good angels say1       8,come 
to your rest60      ,check1 then1 the   
falling tear2     ,think of me still as 
near4     ,father and mother dear1      
,soon on that shore1     ,where all the 
loved ones meet1     ,resting your      
pilgrim feet1     ,shall you with       
blessings greet       8,birdie0 once    
more4     ,,my ,,spirit-,,home4  8,we   
find the following beautiful stanzas in 
the ,evening ,courier1 published in     
,portland1 ,me4 ,they were composed in  
spirit-life by ,miss ,a4 ,w4 ,sprague1  
and spoken under spirit influence by    
,miss ,lizzie ,doten1 at the close of   
her lecture in that city1 on ,sunday    
evening1 ,march #bb;d4 ,the lines are   
evidently from the spirit of ,miss      
,sprague1 who passed to the spirit-world
 last summer1 from her home in ,vermont1
 as there are allusions in it to        
incidents which took place during her   
illness1 in ,oswego1 ,n4 ,y41 about a   
year since4 ,allusion is also made to a 

poem written by her and published in the
 ,banner1 and also to another poem of   
hers1 #8,i wait1 ,i wait at the golden  
gate4'0--,banner of ,light4       ,i    
come1 ,i come from my spirit-home1      
,like a bird in the early spring1       
,to the loved ones here1 whom my heart  
holds dear1       ,a message of love to 
bring4     ,o1 the heavens are wide1 but
 they cannot divide       ,the spirits  
whom love makes free6     ,the green old
 earth1 and the land of my birth1       
,with its homes1 are still dear to me4  
,the phantoms of pain in my burning     
brain       ,have fled from the         
,heaven's clear light2     ,i lie no    
more on the lake's lone shore1       ,in
 the fever dreams of night4     ,o1 it  
was not late when ,i fled from fate1    
,and that which the world calls sin2    
,no longer 8,i wait at the golden gate10
       ,for the angels have let me in4  
,o1 not too soon1 though at life's high 
noon1       ,was the close of my earthly
 day2     ,as the roses fade1 ere the   

evening shade1       ,i passed from the 
earth away4     ,and ,i knew not the    
blight of the bitter night1       ,which
 withers the autumn flowers1     ,or the
 lengthening years1 with their weight of
 fears1       ,that burden the spirit's 
powers4      ,in the forest wide1 by the
 lake's green side1       ,the angels   
had whispered low2     ,from 8over the  
sea0 they had called to me1       ,and  
,i knew that ,i soon must go2     ,but  
,i felt no fear when ,i knew they were  
near1       ,nor shrank from the narrow 
way1     ,for ,i caught faint gleams of 
the crystal streams1       ,and the     
light of the heavenly day4      ,o6 the 
angels bright1 with their robes of      
light1       ,the clasp of each gentle  
hand1     ,and the eyes that smiled on  
earth's weary child1       ,as ,i       
entered the better land6     ,but words 
are weak when the soul would speak      
,of the angel-home above2     ,faint    
visions alone are to man made known1    
,of that dwelling of light and love4    

,my home is there1 in that world so     
fair1       ,but the space is not deep  
or wide     ,which lies between this    
earthly scene       ,and the home on the
 other side4     ,the thought of love1  
like a carrier dove1       ,shall the   
heart's fond message bear1     ,and the 
angel bands1 with their willing hands1  
,shall answer each earnest prayer4      
,fare ye well6 farewell6 ,my spirit can 
dwell       ,in the earthly form no     
more2     ,but whither ,i go1 and the   
way1 ye shall know1       ,to your home 
on the other shore4     ,soon 8over the 
sea0 ye shall walk with me1       ,on   
the hills by the angels trod1     ,in   
the garments white1 of the sons of      
light1       ,in the freedom and peace  
of ,god4     ,i ,,still ,,live4  ,given 
under the inspiration of ,miss ,a4 ,w4  
,sprague1 at the conclusion of a lecture
 in ,philadelphia1 ,october #be1 #ahfc4 
,o ,thou1 whose love is changeless1     
,both now and evermore2     ,source of  
all conscious being6       ,thy goodness

 ,i adore4     ,lord1 ,i would ever     
praise ,thee1       ,for all ,thy love  
can give2     ,but most of all1 ,o      
,father6       ,i thank ,thee that ,i   
live4      ,i live6 ,o ye who loved me6 
,your faith was not in vain2     ,back  
through the shadowy valley       ,i come
 to you again4     ,safe in the love    
that guides me1       ,with fearless    
feet ,i tread--     ,my home is with the
 angels--       ,o1 say not ,i am dead6 
,not dead6 ,o1 no1 but lifted           
,above all earthly strife2     ,now     
first ,i know the meaning1       ,and   
feel the power of life--     ,the power 
to rise uncumbered       ,by woe1 or    
want1 or care2     ,to breathe fresh    
inspiration       ,from pure1 celestial 
air2--      ,to feel that all the       
tempests       ,of human life have      
passed1     ,and that my ark1 in safety 
,rests on the mount at last2     ,to    
send my soul's great longings1          
,like ,noah's dove1 abroad1     ,and    
find them swift returning1       ,with  

signs of peace from ,god2--      ,to    
soar in fearless freedom       ,through 
broad1 blue1 boundless skies     ,and   
catch the radiant gleaming       ,of    
love-lit1 angel eyes2     ,to feel the  
,father's presence       ,around me1    
near or far1     ,and see ,his radiant  
glory       ,stretch onward1 star by    
star2--      ,to feel those grand       
upliftings       ,that know not space   
nor time2     ,to hear all discords     
ending       ,in harmony sublime2       
,to know that sin and error       ,are  
dimly understood1     ,and that which   
man calls ,evil       ,is undeveloped   
,good2--      ,to stand in spell-bound  
rapture       ,on some celestial height1
     ,and see ,god's glorious sunshine  
,dispel the shades of night2     ,to    
feel that all creation       ,with love 
and joy is rife2--     ,this1 ,o my     
earthly loved ones1       ,this is      
,eternal ,life6      ,there1 eyes that  
closed in darkness       ,shall open to 
the morn2     ,and those whom death had 

stricken1       ,shall find themselves  
new-born2     ,the lame shall leap with 
gladness1       ,the blind rejoice to   
see2     ,the slave shall know no       
master1       ,and the prisoner shall be
 free4      ,there1 the worn and        
heavy-laden       ,their burdens shall  
lay down2     ,there1 crosses1 borne in 
meekness1       ,at length shall win the
 crown2     ,and lonely hearts that     
famished       ,for sympathy and love1  
,shall find a free affection       ,in  
the angel-home above4      ,o1 children 
of our ,father6       ,weep not for     
those who pass1     ,like rose-leaves   
gently scattered1       ,like dew-drops 
from the grass4     ,ay1 look not down  
in sadness1       ,but fix your gaze on 
high2     ,they only dropped their      
mantles--       ,their souls can never  
die4      ,they live6 and still unbroken
       ,is that magnetic chain1         
,which1 in your tearful blindness1      
,you thought was rent in twain4         
,that chain of love was fashioned       

,by more than human art1     ,and every 
link is welded       ,so firm it cannot 
part4      ,they live6 but ,o1 not idly1
       ,to fold their hands to rest1    
,for they who love ,god truly1          
,are they who serve him best4     ,love 
lightens all their labor1       ,and    
makes all duty sweet2     ,their hands  
are never weary1       ,nor way-worn are
 their feet4      ,thus by that world of
 beauty1       ,and by that life of     
love1     ,and by the holy angels       
,who listen now above1     ,i pledge my 
soul's endeavor1       ,to do whate'er  
,i can     ,to bless my sister woman1   
,and aid my brother man4      ,o ,thou1 
whose love is changeless1       ,both   
now and evermore1     ,source of all    
conscious being6       ,thy goodness ,i 
adore4     ,lord1 ,i would ever praise  
,thee       ,for all ,thy love can give2
     ,but most of all1 ,o ,father1      
,i thank ,thee that ,i live4     ,the   
two following poems were given under an 
influence purporting to be that of      

,shakspeare4  ,,life4         8,to be1  
or not to be10 is not 8the question20   
,there is no choice of ,life4 ,ay1 mark 
it well6--     ,for ,death is but       
another name for ,change4     ,the weary
 shuffle off their mortal coil1     ,and
 think to slumber in eternal night4     
,but1 lo6 the man1 though dead1 is      
living still2     ,unclothed1 is clothed
 upon1 and his ,mortality     ,is       
swallowed up of ,life4        8,he      
babbles o' green fields1 then falls     
asleep10     ,and straight awakes amid  
eternal verdure4     ,fairer than       
8dreams of a ,midsummer's ,night10      
,the fields ,elysian stretch before him4
     ,no 8,tempest0 rends the ever      
peaceful bowers     ,of asphodel1 and   
fadeless amaranth2     ,no hot sirocco  
blows with poisonous breath2     ,no    
midnight frights him with its goblins   
grim1     ,presaging sudden death4 ,no  
,macbeth there1     ,mad with ambition1 
plotteth damning deeds2     ,no ,hamlet1
 haunted by his father's ghost1         

,stalks wildly forth intent on vengeance
 dire4     ,the curse of ,cain on earth 
is consummate1     ,and knows no        
resurrection4 ,spirits learn     ,that  
spirit is immortal1 and no poisoned cup1
     ,or dagger's thrust1 or sting of   
deadly asp1     ,can rob it of its      
,godlike attribute4     ,this mortal    
garb may be as full of wounds     ,and  
bloody rents as royal ,csar's mantle2   
,yet that which made it man or ,csar    
liveth still4        ,man learns1 in    
this ,valhalla of his soul1     ,to     
love1 nor ever finds 8,love's ,labor    
,lost40     ,no two-faced ,falstaff     
proffers double suit2     ,no ,desdemona
 mourns ,iago's art2     ,and every     
,romeo finds his ,juliet4     ,the      
stroke of ,death is but a kindly frost1 
,which cracks the shell1 and leaves the 
kernel room     ,to germinate4 ,what    
most consummate fools     ,this fear of 
death doth make us6 ,reason plays       
,the craven unto sense1 and in her fear 
,chooses the slow and slavish death of  

life1     ,rather than freedom in the   
life of death4     8,thus ,ignorance    
makes cowards of us all10     ,and      
blinds us to our being's best estate4   
,madly we cling to life through nameless
 ills1     ,pinched by necessity1 and   
scourged by fate1     ,fainting in heat 
and freezing in the cold1     ,while    
war1 and pestilence1 and sore distress1 
,fever and famine1 fire and flood1      
combine     ,to drive the spirit from   
its wreck of clay4        ,o1 poor      
,humanity6 ,how full of blots1     ,and 
stains1 and pains1 and miseries thou    
art6     ,here let me be thine ,antony1 
and plead     ,thy cause against the    
slayers of thy peace4     ,though       
wounded1 yet thou art not dead1 thou    
child     ,of ,immortality--thou heir of
 ,god6     ,he who would slay thee1 be  
he brute or ,brutus1     ,plunges the   
dagger in his own vile heart4     ,and  
yet thy wounds are piteous4 ,i could    
weep     ,that aught so fair from the   
,creator's hand     ,should be so marred

 and mangled1 like a lamb     ,torn by  
the ravening wolves4 ,here1 let me take 
,thy mantle1 pierced with gaping1       
ghastly wounds1     ,from daggers       
clutched by ingrate hands4 ,o ,truth6   
,how many1 in thy sacred name1 have     
slain     ,humanity1 thinking they did  
,god service6     ,rome1 and not        
,csar--,doctrines1 and not ,men4        
,i cannot count the wounds which lust   
for power1     ,and wealth1 and place1  
and precedence have made4     ,but1 ,o6 
the keenest1 deepest1 deadliest stabs   
,of all1 were made by false ,philosophy 
,and false ,theology combined--         
,philosophy1 that knew not what it did2 
,theology1 that did not what it knew4   
,see here6 ,this rent made by the fear  
of ,god1     ,that gracious ,god1 whose 
8mercy seasons justice10     ,who feeds 
the raven1 clothes the lilies1 heeds    
,the sparrow when it falls1 and sends   
his rain     ,alike upon the evil and   
the good4     ,and yet they were all    
8honorable men0     ,who taught this    

doctrine--8honorable men60     ,whose   
failing was a lack of common sense4     
,and1 lo6 here is another--,fear of     
,truth--     ,blind ,superstition made  
this horrid rent1     ,and ,bigotry     
quick followed up the thrust4     ,o1   
'tis an eye weeping great tears of      
blood6     ,an eagle eye1 that dared to 
love the light     ,which ,bigotry and  
,superstition feared1     ,lest it      
should make their deeds of evil plain4  
,thus is it1 he who dares to see a      
,truth     ,not recognized in creeds1   
must die the death4     ,but noon-day   
never stayed for bats and owls1     ,and
 ,truth's clear light shall yet arise   
and shine4        ,see here3 another    
wound--,the fear of ,death--     ,that  
blessd consummation of this life1       
,which soothes all pain1 makes good all 
loss1 revives     ,the weak1 gives rest 
and peace1 makes free the slave1        
,levels all past distinctions1 and doth 
place     ,the beggar on a footing with 
the king4     ,o1 poor ,humanity6 those 

who conspired     ,to slay thee1 through
 exceeding love for ,god1     ,and for  
the glory of ,his mighty name1          
,smote at the very centre of thy peace1 
,and damning doubts1 like daggers'      
thrusts1 attest     ,how zealously they 
aimed each cruel blow4        ,and yet1 
this rent and bloody mantle is not thee4
     ,slain1 but not dead--thy spirit   
shall arise     ,and face thy startled  
enemies again1     ,as royal ,csar's    
ghost appeared to ,brutus1     ,in      
,sardis' and ,philippi's tented plains4 
,thou royal heir to kingdoms yet        
unknown6     ,a mightier than ,csar is  
thy ,friend4     ,he stays the hand of  
,cassius1 ,brutus1 all     ,who aim     
their weapons at thy life1 and dulls    
,their daggers' points against thy      
deathless soul4     ,from every gaping  
wound of fear or doubt1     ,murder or  
malice1 sorrow or despair1     ,thy     
spirit leaps as from a prison door4     
,it laughs at death and daggers1 as it  
flies     ,to hold companionship with   

spirits blest2     ,and having thus     
informed itself of life1     ,the       
question then1--8,to be1 or not to      
be80--     ,is swallowed up in          
,immortality4     ,,love4  ,shakspeare4 
,o ,world6 somewhat ,i have to say to   
thee4     ,o sin-sick1 heart-sick1      
soul-sick1 love-sick ,world6     ,so    
ailing art thou1 both in part and       
particle1     ,that solid truth thy     
stomach ill digests4     ,yet1 since    
thou art my mother1 ,i will love thee1  
,and heedless of thy frowns1 8will speak
 right on40        ,that which belongs  
to all men is least prized2     ,the    
thing most common is least understood4  
,that which is deep and silent is       
divine2     ,and there is nought on     
earth so craved1 so common1     ,so     
misunderstood1 or so divine1 as ,love4  
,when meted in proportion to man's need1
     8,measure for measure0 it doth     
purify1     ,exalt1 and make him equal  
with the gods4     ,he feeds upon       
ambrosia1 and his drink     ,is nectar2 

high ,olympus cannot yield     ,delights
 more grateful to his soul and sense4   
,parnassus fails his rapture to express1
     ,and ,helicon hath less of         
inspiration4     ,but1 prithee1 should  
he chance to drink too deep     ,of the 
exhilarating draught1--should plunge    
,him head and ears into this 'wildering 
flood1--     ,mark1 then1 what          
marvellous diversions     ,from the     
centre of his gravity ensue4            
,judgment is scouted--sober common sense
     ,yields to imagination's airy      
flights2     ,upon a swift-winged       
hippogriff he mounts1     ,to seek the  
fair ,arcadia of his dreams4     ,he    
builds him castles--basks in            
moonshine--feeds     ,among the         
lilies--pours his passion forth     ,in 
amorous canticles and burning sighs--   
,makes him a bed of roses1 and lies down
     ,to revel in his rainbow-colored   
dreams--     ,until some turn1 some     
ill-begotten chance1     ,most          
unexpectedly invades his peace1     ,and

 castles1 moonshine1 roses1 rainbows    
fly1     ,and leave him to the stern    
realities of life4     ,alas1 poor      
,human ,nature6 ,even fools     ,must   
learn through sad experience to grow    
wise4        ,love is the highest       
attribute of ,deity2     ,and he who    
loves divinely is most blest4     ,it   
purgeth passion from the soul and sense1
     ,and makes the man a unit in       
himself2     ,head1 eyes1 hands1 heart1 
all work in unison1     ,and beasts1 and
 savages1 and rudest hinds1     ,all    
feel alike its exercise of power4       
,ambition cannot walk with it2 for he   
,who learns to live and love aright1    
loves all1     ,and finds preferment in 
the general weal4     ,though1 ,proteus 
like1 it takes a thousand forms1     ,it
 doth o'ercome all evil with its good1  
,casteth out devils--sensuality1 and    
sin1     ,and green-eyed jealousy1 and  
hate2 and like     ,chrysostom1         
golden-mouthed1 it doth attune     ,the 
words of common speech to sweet accord1 

,and gives significance to simplest     
things4        ,it buddeth out in tender
 infancy1     ,like fresh-blown violets 
in the early spring1     ,and giveth    
form and fashion to all life4     ,for1 
by its character1 it doth decide        
,what elements and essences the soul    
,shall draw from contact with material  
things4     ,as roses draw their        
blushes1 lilies whiteness1     ,violets 
their azure1 from the same dull earth1  
,so ,love extracts the sweetnesses of   
,life1     ,and doth so mingle all      
within her crucible1     ,that she      
creates the difference between          
,immortal souls4 ,the fiery heart of    
youth1     ,full of high aims and       
generous purposes of good1     ,swells  
like the ocean-waves beneath the moon1  
,and brooketh no restraint1 until it    
finds     ,its living counterpart1 and  
mergeth all     ,it hath of truth1 and  
manliness1 and might1     ,into a second
 and a dearer self4        ,so goes the 
world6 and strong necessity     ,creates

 the law of action1 whose results       
,join issue with the love of ,god       
himself4     ,o jealous1 wanton1        
ill-conceited ,world6     ,how little   
dost thou understand the deep           
,significance and potency of ,love6     
,thou hast defiled thyself with gross   
perversions1     ,till purity of love is
 but a jest1     ,or reckoned with the  
fantasies of fools4        ,o1 ,i would 
take thee1 dear ,humanity1     ,and set 
thee face to face with perfect ,love4   
,she is thy mother4 ,love and ,wisdom   
met     ,united by ,eternal ,power4 ,the
 worlds     ,sprang forth from chaos2   
and the love which brought     ,them    
into being doth sustain them still4     
,the monad and the angel rest alike     
,within its all-embracing arms2 and     
life1     ,and death1 with all that     
makes our mortal state1     ,are cradled
 at the footstool of this power4        
,then1 sweet ,humanity1 thou favored    
child     ,of ,god1 look up6 ,an        
everlasting chain     ,doth bind thee to

 the mighty heart of all4     ,love's   
labor never can be lost4 ,he who        
,created1 shall1 through ,love1 perfect 
and save2     ,and that which hath such 
poor expression here1     ,shall find   
fruition in a brighter sphere4     ,,for
 ,a' ,,that4  ,the following poem was   
given under the inspiration of ,robert  
,burns4       ,is there a luckless wight
 on earth1       ,oppressed wi' care and
 a' that1     ,who holds his life as    
little worth1       ,his home is ,heaven
 for a' that--         ,for a' that1 and
 a' that4       ,there's muckle joy for 
a' that2     ,he's seen the warst o'    
hell below1       ,his home is ,heaven  
for a' that4      ,the weary slave that 
drags his chain1       ,in toil and     
grief1 and a' that1     ,shall find     
relief from a' his pain1       ,and rest
 in ,heaven from a' that4         ,from 
a' that and a' that4       ,there's     
freedom there from a' that1     ,for    
,justice throws into the scale       ,a 
recompense for a' that4      ,puir      

souls1 in right not unco strong1        
,through love and want and a' that1     
,there sure is power to right their     
wrong1       ,and save their souls1 for 
a' that--         ,for a' that1 and a'  
that4       ,the ,lord is guid for a'   
that2     ,the de'il himsel' can turn   
and mend1       ,and come to ,heaven for
 a' that4      ,on ,scotia's hills the  
gowans spring1       ,the heather       
blooms1 and a' that2     ,the mavis and 
the merl sing1       ,but ,heaven's my  
home for a' that--         ,for a' that1
 and a' that4       ,i wadna' change for
 a' that4     ,he who once finds the    
,heaven aboon       ,will not come back 
for a' that4     ,,words ,o' ,,cheer4   
,given under the inspiration of ,robert 
,burns4       ,,guid ,,friends3         
,,although not present to your sight1   
,i gie ye greeting here to-night2       
,not claiming to be perfect quite1      
,frae taint o' passion1         ,yet    
will ,i hauld my speech aright1         
,in guid ,scotch fashion4          ,o1  

could some cantie,b word o' mine1       
,but make your careworn faces shine1    
,or cause the hearts in grief that pine1
             ,to throb with pleasure1   
,then wad my cup to auld lang syne1     
,fill to its measure4          ,the     
gracious powers above us1 know          
,how sair a weight of want and woe      
,must be the lot of those who go        
,through ,earth to ,heaven2         ,but
 aye1 the life aboon will show          
,wherefore 'twas given4          ,and   
that guid ,god who loves us a'1         
,who sees the chittering,c sparrow fa'1 
,will never turn his face awa'1         
,though you should stray2         ,but  
all his wandering sheep will ca'        
,back to the way4          ,so muckle,d 
are the cares o' men1         ,that     
,truth at times is hard to ken1         
,and ,error1 to her grousome,e den1     
,so dark and eerie1         ,wiles those
 who have na heart to men'2,f           
,puir wanderers weary4          ,alack6 
how mony a luckless wight         ,has  

gane agley,g in ,error's night1         
,not that he had less love for right    
,than countless ithers2         ,but    
that he lacked the keener sight         
,of his guid brithers4          ,lo6    
,calvin1 ,knox1 and ,luther1 cry        
8,i have the ,truth0--8and ,i0--8and    
,i40--         8,puir sinners6 if ye    
gang agley1             ,the de'il will 
hae ye1         ,and then the ,lord will
 stand abeigh1             ,and will na 
save ye40          ,but hoolie,h hoolie6
 ,na sae fast2         ,when ,gabril    
shall blaw his blast1         ,and      
,heaven and ,earth awa' have passed1    
,these lang syne saints1         ,shall 
find baith de'il and hell at last1      
,mere pious feints4          ,the       
upright1 honest-hearted man1            
,who strives to do the best he can1     
,need never fear the ,church's ban1     
,or hell's damnation2         ,for ,god 
will need na special plan               
,for his salvation4          ,the one   
who knows our deepest needs1            

,recks little how man counts his beads1 
,for ,righteousness is not in creeds1   
,or solemn faces2         ,but rather   
lies in kindly deeds1             ,and  
,christian graces1          ,then never 
fear2 wi' purpose leal1,i         ,a    
head to think1 a heart to feel          
,for human woe and human weal1          
,na preachin' loun,j         ,your      
sacred birthright e'er can steal        
,to ,heaven aboon4          ,tak',k tent
 o' truth1 and heed this well3          
,the man who sins makes his ain hell2   
,there's na waurse de'il than himsel'2  
,but ,god is strongest3         ,and    
when puir human hearts rebel1           
,he haulds out longest4          ,with  
loving kindness will he wait1           
,till all the prodigals o' fate         
,return unto their fair estate1         
,and blessings mony2         ,nor will  
he shut the gowden gate             ,of 
,heaven on ony4     ,,resurrexi4  8,a   
,,remarkable ,,poem4--,the following    
striking poem was recited by ,miss      

,lizzie ,doten1 a ,spiritual            
trance-speaker1 at the close of a recent
 lecture in ,boston4 ,she professed to  
give it impromptu1 as far as she was    
concerned1 and to speak under the direct
 influence of ,edgar ,a4 ,poe4 ,whatever
 may be the truth about its production1 
the poem is1 in several respects1 a     
remarkable one4 ,miss ,doten is1        
apparently1 incapable of originating    
such a poem4 ,if it was written for her 
by some one else1 and merely committed  
to memory and recited by her1 the poem  
is1 nevertheless1 wonderful as a        
reproduction of the singular music and  
alliteration of ,poe's style1 and as    
manifesting the same intensity of       
feeling4 ,whoever wrote the poem must   
have been exceedingly familiar with     
,poe1 and deeply in sympathy with his   
spirit4 ,but if ,miss ,doten is honest1 
and the poem originated as she said it  
did1 it is unquestionably the most      
astonishing thing that ,spiritualism has
 produced4 ,it does not follow1         

necessarily1 in that case1 that ,poe    
himself made the poem1--although we are 
asked to believe a great many spiritual 
things on less cogent evidence1--but it 
is1 in any view of it that may be taken1
 a very singular and mysterious         
production4 ,there is1 in the second    
verse1 an allusion to a previous poem   
that purported to come from the spirit  
of ,poe1 which was published several    
years since1 and attracted much         
attention1 but the following poem is of 
a higher order1 and much more like ,poe 
than the other40--,springfield          
,republican4             ,from the      
throne of ,life ,eternal1               
,from the home of love supernal1        
,where the angel feet make music over   
all the starry floor--                  
,mortals1 ,i have come to meet you1     
,come with words of peace to greet you1 
,and to tell you of the glory that is   
mine forevermore4            ,once      
before ,i found a mortal                
,waiting at the heavenly portal--       

,waiting but to catch some echo from    
that ever-opening door2           ,then 
,i seized his quickened being1          
,and through all his inward seeing1     
,caused my burning inspiration in a     
fiery flood to pour6            ,now ,i 
come more meekly human1           ,and  
the wreak lips of a woman     ,touch    
with fire from off the altar1 not with  
burnings as of yore2           ,but in  
holy love descending1           ,with   
her chastened being blending1     ,i    
would fill your souls with music from   
the bright celestial shore4             
,as one heart yearns for another1       
,as a child turns to its mother1        
,from the golden gates of glory turn ,i 
to the earth once more1           ,where
 ,i drained the cup of sadness1         
,where my soul was stung to madness1    
,and life's bitter1 burning billows     
swept my burdened being o'er4           
,here the harpies and the ravens1--     
,human vampyres1 sordid cravens1--      
,preyed upon my soul and substance till 

,i writhed in anguish sore2             
,life and ,i then seemed mismated1      
,for ,i felt accursed and fated1        
,like a restless1 wrathful spirit1      
wandering on the ,stygian shore4        
,tortured by a nameless yearning1       
,like a frost-fire1 freezing1 burning1  
,did the purple1 pulsing life-tide      
through its fevered channels pour1      
,till the golden bowl--,life's token--  
,into shining shards was broken1        
,and my chained and chafing spirit      
leaped from out its prison door4        
,but while living1 striving1 dying1     
,never did my soul cease crying1        
8,ye who guide the ,fates and ,furies1  
give1 ,o give me1 ,i implore1           
,from the myriad hosts of nations1      
,from the countless constellations1     
,one pure spirit that can love me--one  
that ,i1 too1 can adore60               
,through this fervent aspiration        
,found my fainting soul salvation1      
,for from out its blackened fire-crypts 
did my quickened spirit soar2           

,and my beautiful ideal--           ,not
 too saintly to be real--     ,burst    
more brightly on my vision than the     
loved and lost ,lenore4            ',mid
 the surging seas she found me1         
,with the billows breaking round me1    
,and my saddened1 sinking spirit in her 
arms of love upbore2           ,like a  
lone one1 weak and weary1               
,wandering in the midnight dreary1      
,on her sinless1 saintly bosom1 brought 
me to the heavenly shore4               
,like the breath of blossoms blending1  
,like the prayers of saints ascending1  
,like the rainbow's seven-hued glory1   
blend our souls forevermore2            
,earthly love and lust enslaved me1     
,but divinest love hath saved me1       
,and ,i know now1 first and only1 how to
 love and to adore4            ,o1 my   
mortal friends and brothers6            
,we are each and all another's1     ,and
 the soul that gives most freely from   
its treasure hath the more2             
,would you lose your life1 you find it1 

,and in giving love1 you bind it        
,like an amulet of safety1 to your heart
 forevermore4     ,,the ,,prophecy ,,of 
,,vala4  ,given under the inspiration of
 ,edgar ,a4 ,poe4  ,the ,prophecy of    
,vala is founded on the ,scandinavian   
mythology4 ,odin1 the great ,all        
,father1 is the sovereign power of the  
universe2 ,thor1 a lesser god1 of whom  
it is said1 8his mighty hammer smote    
thunder out of every thing40 ,baldur was
 a son of ,odin and ,frigga4 ,he was    
slain by ,hrder1 his blind brother1 who 
was persuaded to the act by ,lok1 an    
evil spirit1 corresponding to the       
,hebrew or ,christian devil4 ,the       
,valkyrien were the genii of the        
battle-field4 ,the three ,nornen were   
the ,fates who watered the tree         
,yggdrasill1 at whose roots it is said  
that a dragon was constantly gnawing4   
,the ,heimskringla was the circle of the
 universe4 ,vala was a seeress1 or      
prophetess1 who was summoned from the   
dead by ,odin1 to tell of the fate of   

,baldur2 but on her appearance refused  
to do so1 and to the astonishment of    
all1 prophesied the death of all the    
sons of ,odin at the day of ,ragnaroc1  
which corresponds to the day of         
judgment1 with the exception that it was
 also the day of reconstruction1 or     
renewal of the world4 ,the ,prophecy of 
,vala1 as given in the old ,icelandic   
,edda1 has been used with perfect       
freedom1 to present the idea that ,good1
 though apparently overcome of ,evil1   
should ultimately triumph4--,explanation
 by ,poe4       ,i have walked with the 
,fates and the ,furies 'mid the wrecks  
of the        mighty ,past1     ,i have 
stood in the giant shadows which the    
ages have backward cast1     ,and ,i've 
heard the voices of prophets come down  
in a lengthening chain1     ,translating
 the ,truth ,eternal1 and making its    
meaning plain2     ,backward still1 ever
 backward1 'mid wreck and ruin ,i trod1 
,seeking ,life's secret sources1 and the
 primal truths of ,god4      8,tell me10

 ,i cried1 8,o ,prophet1 thou shade of  
the mighty ,past1     ,what of the      
,truth in the future8 ,is its horoscope 
yet cast8     ,thou didst give it its   
birth and being1 thou didst cradle it in
        thy breast--     ,show me its   
shining orbit1 and the place of its     
final rest60      ,a sound like the     
restless earthquake6 a crash like the   
8crack of doom06     ,and a fiery       
fulmination streamed in through the     
frightened gloom4     ,i stood in the   
halls of ,odin1 and the great ,all      
,father shone     ,like the centre and  
sun of ,being1 'mid the glories of his  
throne2     ,and ,thor1 with his mighty 
hammer1 upraised in his giant hand1     
,stood ready to wake the thunder at his 
sovereign ,lord's command4      8,ho1   
,thor60 said the mighty ,odin1 8our     
omens are all of ill1     ,for the      
dragon gnaweth sharply at the roots of  
,yggdrasill2     ,i hear the wild       
,valkyrien1 as they shriek on the       
battle-plain1     ,and the moans of the 

faithful ,nornen1 as they weep over     
,baldur slain4     ,a woe to the serpent
 ,lok1 and to ,hrder's reckless ruth1   
,for ,goodness is slain of ,evil1 and   
,falsehood hath conquered ,truth6       
,now call thou on mystic ,vala1 as she  
sleeps in the grave of ,time1     ,where
 the hoary age hath written her name in 
a frosty rime2     ,she can tell when   
the sun will darken1 when the stars     
shall cease to burn1     ,when the      
sleeping dead shall waken1 and when     
,baldur shall return40      ,a sound    
like the rushing tempest1 and the       
wondrous hammer fell1     ,and the great
 ,heimskringla shuddered1 and swayed    
like a mighty bell4     ,there were     
mingled murmurs and discords1 like the  
wailing of        troubled souls2       
,like the gnomes at their fiery         
forges--like the bowlings of            
restless ghouls4     ,then out of the   
fiery covert of the tempest and the     
storm1     ,like a vision of troubled   
slumber1 came a woman's stately form4   

,there fell a hush as at midnight1 when 
the sheeted dead awake1     ,and even   
the silence shuddered1 as her words of  
power she spake3      8,mighty ,odin1 ,i
 am ,vala1       ,i have heard your     
thunder-call1     ,i have heard the     
woful wailing       ,sounding forth from
 ,wingolf's hall2     ,and ,i know that 
beauteous ,baldur1       ,loved of all  
the gods1 is slain--     ,that the evil 
,lok triumphs1       ,and on ,hrder     
rests the stain4     ,but my words shall
 fail to tell you       ,aught          
concerning him you mourn1     ,for the  
leaves that bear the record       ,from 
the ,tree of ,life are torn2     ,and   
while ,hecla's fires shall glow1     ,or
 the bubbling ,geysers flow1     ,of his
 fate no one shall know--               
,understand you this1 or no8      8,i   
will sing a solemn ,saga1       ,i will 
chant a ,runic rhyme1     ,weave a wild1
 prophetic ,edda1       ,from the       
scattered threads of time3     ,know1 ,o
 ,odin1--mighty ,odin1--       ,that thy

 sons shall all be slain1     ,where the
 wild ,valkyrien gather1       ,on the  
bloody battle plain2     ,and thy throne
 itself shall tremble       ,with the   
stern1 resistless shock1     ,which     
shall rend the world asunder       ,at  
the day of ,ragnaroc4     ,other stars  
the night shall know1     ,from the rock
 shall waters flow1     ,and from ruin  
beauty grow4     ,understand you this1  
or no8      8,vainly shall the faithful 
,nornen       ,water drooping           
,yggdrasill1     ,for the wrathful1     
restless dragon       ,at its roots is  
gnawing still4     ,lok's evil arts     
shall triumph1       ,hrder's eyes be   
dark with night1     ,till the day of   
re-creation       ,brings the buried    
,truth to light3     ,then a greater god
 than ,odin1       ,over all the worlds 
shall reign1     ,and my ,saga's mystic 
meaning1       ,as the sunlight shall be
 plain4     ,out of evil good shall     
grow--     ,doubt me not1 for time shall
 show4     ,understand you this1 or no8 

,fare you well6 ,i go--,i go60          
,there came a voice as of thunder1 with 
a gleam of lurid light1     ,and the    
mystic ,vala vanished like a meteor of  
the night2     ,then ,i saw that the    
truth of the present is but the truth of
 the past1     ,but each phase is       
greater1 and grander1 and mightier than 
the last--     ,that the past is ever   
prophetic of that which is yet to be1   
,and that ,god reveals his glory by slow
 and distinct degree2     ,yet still are
 the nations weeping o'er the graves of 
the ,truth and ,right3     ,lo6 ,i      
summon another ,vala--let her prophesy  
to-night4     ,with the amaranth1 and   
the myrtle1 and the asphodel on her     
brow1     ,still wet with the dew of the
 kingdom1 doth she stand before you now3
          8,not with sound of many      
thunders1         ,not with miracles and
 wonders1     ,would ,i herald forth my 
coming from the peaceful spirit-shore2  
,but in ,god's own love descending1     
,with your aspirations blending1     ,i 

would teach you of the future1 that you 
watch and weep no more4          8,god  
is ,god from the creation2              
,truth1 alone1 is man's salvation3      
,but the ,god that now you worship soon 
shall be your ,god no more2         ,for
 the soul1 in its unfolding1            
,evermore its thought remoulding1       
,learns more truly1 in its progress1    
#8how to love and to adore6'            
8,evil is of ,good1 twin brother1       
,born of ,god1 and of none other3       
,and though ,truth seems slain of       
,error1 through the ills that men       
deplore1         ,yet1 still nearer to  
perfection1         ,she shall know a   
resurrection1     ,passing on from      
ceaseless glory1 unto glory evermore4   
8,from the truths of former ages1       
,from the world's close-lettered pages1 
,man shall learn to meet more bravely   
all the life that lies before2          
,for the day of retribution         ,is 
the final restitution     ,of the good1 
the true1 the holy1 which shall live    

forevermore6         #8,understand you  
this1 or no8         ,fare you well6 ,i 
go--,i go6'0     ,,the ,,kingdom4       
,given under the inspiration of ,poe4   
8,and ,i saw no temple therein40--,rev4 
#ba3bb4       ',twas the ominous month  
of ,october--       ,how the memories   
rise in my soul6       ,how they swell  
like a sea in my soul6--     ,when a    
spirit1 sad1 silent1 and sober1         
,whose glance was a word of control1    
,drew me down to the dark ,lake         
,avernus1       ,in the desolate        
,kingdom of ,death--     ,to the        
mist-covered ,lake of ,avernus1         
,in the ghoul-haunted ,kingdom of       
,death4      ,and there1 as ,i shivered 
and waited1       ,i talked with the    
,souls of the ,dead--       ,with those 
whom the living call dead2     ,the     
lawless1 the lone1 and the hated1       
,who broke from their bondage and fled--
       ,from madness and misery fled4   
,each word was a burning eruption       
,that leapt from a crater of flame--    

,a red1 lava-tide of corruption1        
,that out of life's sediment came1      
,from the scoriac natures ,god gave     
them1       ,compounded of glory and    
shame4      8,aboard60 cries our pilot  
and leader2       ,then wildly we rush  
to embark1       ,we recklessly rush to 
embark2     ,and forth in our ghostly   
,ellida,l       ,we swept in the silence
 and dark--     ,o ,god6 on that black  
,lake ,avernus1       ,where vampyres   
drink even the breath1     ,on that     
terrible ,lake of ,avernus1             
,leading down to the whirlpool of       
,death6      ,it was there the          
,eumenides,m found us1       ,in sight  
of no shelter or shore--       ,no      
beacon or light from the shore4         
,they lashed up the white waves around  
us1       ,we sank in the waters' wild  
roar2     ,but not to the regions       
infernal1       ,through billows of     
sulphurous flame1     ,but unto the     
,city ,eternal1       ,the ,home of the 
,blessd1 we came4      ,to the gate of  

the ,beautiful ,city1       ,all        
fainting and weary we pressed1          
,impatient and hopeful we pressed4      
8,o1 ,heart of the ,holy1 take pity1    
,and welcome us home to our rest6       
,pursued by the ,fates and the ,furies1 
,in darkness and danger we fled--       
,from the pitiless ,fates and the       
,furies1       ,through the desolate    
realms of the ,dead40      8,jure       
,divino1 ,i here claim admission60      
,exclaimed a proud prelate1 who rushed  
to the gate2     8,ave ,sanctissima1    
hear my petition       ,holy ,saint     
,peter2 ,o1 why should ,i wait8     ,o1 
fons pietatis1 ,o1 glorious flood1      
,my soul is washed clean in the ,lamb's 
precious blood40      ,like the song of 
a bird that yet lingers1       ,when the
 wide-wandering warbler has flown2      
,like the wind-harp by ,eolus blown1    
,as if touched by the lightest of       
fingers1       ,the portal wide open was
 thrown2     ,and we saw--not the holy  
,saint ,peter1       ,not even an angel 

of light1     ,but a vision far dearer  
and sweeter1       ,not brilliant nor   
blindingly bright1       ,but marvellous
 unto the sight6      ,in the midst of  
the mystical splendor1       ,stood a   
beautiful1 beautiful child--       ,a   
golden-haired1 azure-eyed child4        
,with a look that was touching and      
tender1       ,she stretched out her    
white hand and smiled3     8,ay1        
welcome1 thrice welcome1 poor mortals1  
,o1 why do ye linger and wait8     ,come
 fearlessly in at these portals--       
,no warder keeps watch at the gate60    
8,gloria ,deo6 ,te ,deum laudamus60     
,exclaimed the proud prelate1 8,i'm safe
 into ,heaven2     ,through the blood of
 the ,lamb1 and the martyrs who claim   
us1       ,my soul has been purchased1  
my sins are forgiven6     ,i tread where
 the saints and the martyrs have trod-- 
,lead on1 thou fair child1 to the temple
 of ,god60      ,the child stood in     
silence and wonder1       ,then bowed   
down her beautiful head1       ,and even

 as fragrance is shed     ,from the lily
 the waves have swept under1       ,she 
meekly and tenderly said--       ,so    
simply and truthfully said3     8,in    
vain do ye seek to behold ,him2         
,he dwells in no temple apart2     ,the 
height of the ,heavens cannot hold him1 
,and yet he is here in my heart--       
,he is here1 and he will not depart40   
,then out from the mystical splendor1   
,the swift-changing1 crystalline light1 
,the rainbow-hued1 scintillant light1   
,gleamed faces more touching and tender 
,than ever had greeted our sight--      
,our sin-blinded1 death-darkened sight2 
,and they sang3 8,welcome home to the   
,kingdom1       ,ye earth-born and      
serpent-beguiled2     ,the ,lord is the 
light of this ,kingdom1       ,and ,his 
temple the heart of a child--       ,of 
a trustful and teachable child1     ,ye 
are born to the life of the ,kingdom--  
,receive1 and believe1 as a child40     
,,the ,,cradle ,,or ,,coffin4  ,given   
under the inspiration of ,poe4          

,the ,cradle or ,coffin1 the robe or the
 shroud1       ,of which shall a mortal 
most truly be proud8     ,the cradle    
rocks light as a boat on the billow1    
,the child lies asleep on his soft1     
downy pillow1       ,and the mother sits
 near with her love-lighted eyes1--     
,sits watching her treasure1 and        
dreamily singing1     ,while the cradle 
keeps time1 like a pendulum swinging1   
,and notes every moment of bliss as it  
flies4        ,lullaby baby--watch o'er 
his rest6       ,the dear little        
fledgling asleep in his nest4     ,how  
blest is that slumber--how calm he      
reposes1     ,with his sweet1 pouting   
lips1 and his cheeks flushed with roses6
       ,o1 ,god of the ,innocent1 would 
it might last6     ,but know1 thou fond 
mother1 beyond thy perceiving1     ,the 
,parc are near him1 and steadily weaving
       ,the meshes of ,fate which around
 him they cast6        ,lullaby         
baby--let him not wake6       ,soon     
shall the bubble of infancy break2      

,life1 with its terrors and fears1 shall
 surround him1     ,evil and ,good with 
strange problems confound him1          
,and1 as the charmed bird to the serpent
 is drawn1     ,the demons of hell1 from
 his proudest position1     ,shall drag 
down his soul to the depths of          
perdition1       ,till he bitterly      
curses the day he was born6        ,the 
,cradle or ,coffin1 the blanket or      
pall--       ,o1 which brings a blessing
 of peace unto all8     ,how still is   
the ,coffin6 ,no undulant motion2       
,becalmed like a boat on the breast of  
the ocean4       ,and there lies the    
child1 with his half-curtained eyes1    
,while his mother stands near him1 her  
love-watch still keeping1     ,and      
kisses his pale lips with wailing and   
weeping1       ,till her anguish is     
dumb1 or can speak but in sighs4        
,he needs not a lullaby now for his     
rest2       ,the fledgling has          
fluttered1 and flown from his nest4     
,he starts not1 he breathes not1 he     

knows no awaking1     ,though sad eyes  
are weeping and fond hearts are         
breaking4       ,o1 ,god of all mercy1  
how strange are thy ways6     ,yet know1
 thou fond mother1 beyond thy           
perceiving1     ,the angels who took him
 are tenderly weaving       ,his        
vestments of beauty1 his garments of    
praise4        ,o1 call him not back to 
earth's weariness now1       ,for       
blossoms unfading encircle his brow2    
,from glory to glory forever ascending1 
,his soul with the soul of the ,infinite
 blending1       ,great luminous truths 
on his being shall dawn4     ,with no   
doubts to distract him1 or stay his     
endeavor1     ,he shall bless in his    
progress1 forever and ever1       ,the  
day that his soul to the ,kingdom was   
born4        ,the ,cradle or ,coffin1   
the robe or the shroud1       ,of which 
shall a mortal most truly be proud8     
,the ,cradle or ,coffin1 the blanket or 
pall1       ,o1 which brings a blessing 
of peace unto all8       ,the ,cradle or

 ,coffin1 both places of rest--         
,tell us1 ,o mortals1 which like ye the 
best8     ,,the ,,streets ,,of          
,,baltimore4  8,,edgar ,a4 ,,poe4--,as  
the circumstances attendant upon the    
death of ,poe are not generally known1  
it may be well to present the facts in  
connection with the following poem4     
,having occasion to pass through        
,baltimore a few days before his        
intended marriage with a lady of family 
and fortune in ,virginia1 ,poe met with 
some of his old associates1 who induced 
him to drink with them1 although1 as we 
are informed1 he had entirely abstained 
for a year4 ,this aroused the appetite  
which had so long slumbered within him1 
and in a short time he wandered forth   
into the street in a state of drunken   
delirium1 and was found next morning    
literally dying from exposure4 ,he was  
taken to a hospital1 and on the #gth of 
,october1 #ahdi1 at the age of          
thirty-eight1 he closed his troubled    
life4 ,the tortures and terrors of that 

night of suffering are vividly portrayed
 in the following poem1 composed in     
spirit-life1 and given by him through   
the mediumship of ,miss ,lizzie ,doten1 
at the conclusion of her lecture in     
,baltimore1 on ,sunday evening1 ,january
 #aa1 #ahfc40--;,banner of ,light4      
,woman weak1 and woman mortal1          
,through thy spirit's open portal1      
,i would read the ,runic record         
,of mine earthly being o'er--     ,i    
would feel that fire returning1         
,which within my soul was burning1      
,when my star was quenched in darkness1 
,set1 to rise on earth no more1         
,when ,i sank beneath life's burden     
,in the streets of ,baltimore6      ,o1 
those memories1 sore and saddening6     
,o1 that night of anguish maddening6    
,when my lone heart suffered shipwreck  
,on a demon-haunted shore--     ,when   
the fiends grew wild with laughter1     
,and the silence following after1       
,was more awful and appalling           
,than the cannons deadly roar--         

,than the tramp of mighty armies        
,through the streets of ,baltimore6     
,like a fiery serpent coiling1     ,like
 a ,maelstrom madly boiling1       ,did 
this ,phlegethon of fury         ,sweep 
my shuddering spirit o'er6     ,rushing 
onward1 blindly reeling1     ,tortured  
by intensest feeling--       ,like      
,prometheus1 when the vultures          
,through his quivering vitals tore--    
,swift ,i fled from death and darkness1 
,through the streets of ,baltimore6     
,no one near to save or love me6     ,no
 kind face to watch above me6           
,though ,i heard the sound of footsteps1
         ,like the waves upon the shore1
     ,beating1 beating1 beating1        
beating6     ,now advancing1 now        
retreating--       ,with a dull and     
dreamy rhythm--         ,with a long1   
continuous roar--       ,heard the sound
 of human footsteps1         ,in the    
streets of ,baltimore6      ,there at   
length they found me lying1     ,weak   
and 'wildered1 sick and dying1          

,and my shattered wreck of being        
,to a kindly refuge bore6     ,but my   
woe was past enduring1     ,and my soul 
cast off its mooring1       ,crying1 as 
,i floated outward1         8,i am of   
the earth no more6       ,i have        
forfeited life's blessing         ,in   
the streets of ,baltimore60      ,where 
wast thou1 ,o ,power ,eternal6     ,when
 the fiery fiend1 infernal1       ,beat 
me with his burning fasces1             
,till ,i sank to rise no more8     ,o1  
was all my life-long error     ,crowded 
in that night of terror8       ,did my  
sin find expiation1         ,which to   
judgment went before1       ,summoned to
 a dread tribunal1         ,in the      
streets of ,baltimore8      ,nay1 with  
deep1 delirious pleasure1     ,i had    
drained my life's full measure1         
,till the fatal1 fiery serpent1         
,fed upon my being's core6     ,then    
with force and fire volcanic1           
,summoning a strength ,titanic1         
,did ,i burst the bonds that bound me-- 

,battered down my being's door2         
,fled1 and left my shattered dwelling   
,to the dust of ,baltimore6      ,gazing
 back without lamenting1     ,with no   
sorrowful repenting1       ,i can read  
my life's sad story         ,in a light 
unknown before6     ,for there is no woe
 so dismal1     ,not an evil so abysmal1
       ,but a rainbow arch of glory     
,spans the yawning chasm o'er6          
,and across that ,bridge of ,beauty     
,did ,i pass from ,baltimore6      ,in  
that grand1 ,eternal ,city1     ,where  
the angel-hearts take pity       ,on the
 sin which men forgive not1         ,or 
inactively deplore1     ,earth has lost 
the power to harm me6     ,death can    
never more alarm me1       ,and ,i drink
 fresh inspiration         ,from the    
,source which ,i adore--       ,through 
my ,spirit's apothosis--         ,that  
new birth in ,baltimore6      ,now no   
longer sadly yearning yearning--        
,love for love finds sweet returning--  
,and there comes no ghostly raven1      

,tapping at my chamber door6            
,calmly1 in the golden glory1     ,i can
 sit and read life's story1       ,for  
my soul from out that shadow            
,hath been lifted evermore--       ,from
 that deep and dismal shadow1           
,in the streets of ,baltimore6     ,as  
the following lecture is1 in a certain  
sense1 an introduction to ,poe's        
8,farewell to ,earth10 it has been      
considered advisable to publish it in   
connection with the poem4     ,,the     
,,mysteries ,,of ,,godliness4  ,a       
,,lecture ,,delivered ,,by ,,miss       
,,lizzie ,,doten1 ,,at ,,clinton ,,hall1
 ,,monday1 ,p4 ,m41 ,,nov4 #b1 #ahfc4   
,phonographically reported by ,robert   
,s4 ,moore4   ,for several reasons1 we  
must be as brief and comprehensive as   
possible in our remarks to-night4 ,we do
 not intend to make any great           
intellectual effort1 or to endeavor to  
astonish you with lofty strains of      
eloquence4 ,we simply desire to present 
to you a few facts in connection with   

the poem about to be given1 and we do   
this under the distinctive title of our 
discourse1--,,the ,,mysteries ,,of      
,,godliness4  ,as ,godliness was a      
mystery in the past1 so is it in the    
present4 ,and why is it a mystery8      
,because men understand so little of the
 practice of ,godliness4 ,socrates was  
accustomed to say that 8a man was always
 sufficiently eloquent in that which he 
clearly understood20 and thus a man will
 not look upon that as a mystery which  
is a part of his daily life1 and with   
which he has become familiar through    
experience4 ,but as it was in the days  
when ,jesus lived and taught1 or when   
,paul wrote his ,epistle to ,timothy1 so
 ,godliness1 to the great mass of minds1
 remains a mystery4 ,when ,paul penned  
those words1--8,without controversy1    
great is the mystery of ,godliness3 ,god
 was manifest in the flesh1 justified in
 the spirit1 seen of angels1 preached   
unto the ,gentiles1 believed on in the  
world1 and received up into glory10--he 

referred particularly to the life and   
teachings of ,jesus4 ,we1 however1 give 
to the passage a more comprehensive and 
extended application4 ,if the 8,mystery 
of ,godliness0 was made manifest in the 
life of ,jesus because of his divinity1 
then do we say to the men of the present
 day1 8,beloved1 now are ye also sons of
 ,god40 ,and if 8the ,word was made     
flesh1 and dwelt in the midst of men10  
in the person of ,jesus of ,nazareth1 so
 that same ,word is incarnated1 in      
greater or less degree1 in every human  
being1 be he rich or poor1 black or     
white1 bond or free4 ,in the same way1  
also1 every one possessing a living soul
 is a manifestation of the mystery of   
,godliness4 ,and when a man goes into   
his own nature1 when he understands     
himself1 when he reads the mysteries of 
his own being1 when he looks away from  
his positive and earthly necessities up 
to his ,divine possibilities1 and sees  
how vast is the range1 how infinite his 
capabilities1 then he begins to         

understand something of the mysteries of
 ,godliness4 ,the ,church has used this 
phraseology in the past1 and knew not   
what it meant4 ,she had 8the form of    
,godliness10 and yet in word and deed1  
ay1 in very thought1 she 8denied the    
power thereof40 ,therefore it has been1 
in all past time1 when there were some  
true and sincere souls in the ,church1  
who made manifest1 both by profession   
and practice1 that in part at least1    
they comprehended the mystery of        
,godliness1 which is the highest        
spirituality1--not ,spiritualism1--and  
let it flow out into the beauty and     
harmony of perfect lives1 the ,church   
looked at them with a doubtful          
countenance4 ,there was such a thing as 
being too holy1 and the ,church felt    
that such lives were a reproach to her  
self-righteousness and hypocrisy4 ,she  
was not familiar with the manifestation 
of true ,godliness1 and consequently    
looked upon it as something that        
threatened her internal peace1 and the  

success of her stereotyped plan of      
salvation4 ,therefore it was1 that the  
voice of condemnation was raised against
 ,michael ,de ,molinos1 ,fenelon1       
,madame ,guyon1 and the whole host of   
,quietists and ,reformers4 ,by dim      
forecastings of the soul1 and heroic    
struggling with flesh and sense1 they   
had learned something of that holy      
mystery4 ,it was that which could not be
 translated into human language4 ,it    
could not be written in books1 but it   
was that which was to be felt in the    
soul1 and made manifest in the life4    
,godliness1 true spirituality1 cannot   
find expression in words1 and so it must
 of necessity manifest its ,divine      
beauty in the life4  ,but what is the   
idea we intend to convey when we use the
 term 8,godliness08 ,who is ,god1 from  
whose name this word is simply a        
derivative8 ,godliness is the           
manifestation of his spirit and power in
 the soul of man1 yet it is not ,god4   
,who1 then1 is ,he6 ,we must look into  

the lexicon of every human heart to find
 our reply2 for each one worships his   
own ,ideal of ,deity according to the   
revelation of ,truth which he receives1 
and to the capacity of his spirit to    
comprehend4 ,the old philosophers sought
 for ,god in all the external world2    
they also went down into the mysteries  
of the spirit1 as far as philosophy     
could sound its mighty depths1 and yet  
they could not fathom his infinite      
nature4 ,although form and an external  
are necessary to man as a completion of 
his idea1 yet when he reasons deeply    
concerning ,deity1 he cannot arrive at  
any satisfactory conclusions concerning 
his personality2 he can only worship him
 as a principle1 as a presence1 and a   
power4 ,man1 in his insignificance1 can 
only look up to that superior           
,intelligence1 which manifests itself   
throughout ,nature1 and worship either  
in the silence of the heart or in the   
inadequate articulations of human       
speech4 ,the finite never did as yet    

compass and comprehend the ,infinite4   
,and before that majestic question which
 all the ,ages have sought in vain to   
answer1 before that mighty ,oracle whose
 essence and nature have never been     
understood1 man might as well remain    
dumb4  ,but where1 you ask1 shall man   
find his highest manifestation of       
,deity8 ,how shall he know and          
understand ,god1 so that he may attain  
unto the true mystery of ,godliness8    
,the most of ,god that you can know is  
through your own souls4 ,your neighbor  
may speak unto you of the influences    
which flow in upon him from the great   
,soul of all2 you can only listen1 but  
cannot comprehend1 unless there is      
something of the same spirit--of the    
same ,divine life within you4 ,but as   
you grow in goodness and spirituality1  
you comprehend more clearly the truth   
which ,jesus1 the greatest ,medium the  
world ever knew1 spoke to the ears of   
men1 when he said1 8,god is a ,spirit1  
and they that worship him must worship  

him in spirit and in truth40 ,therefore 
our definition of ,godliness is         
spirituality1 the influence of ,god felt
 in the soul and made manifest in the   
life of man4 ,just in proportion as this
 principle or power is realized in the  
hearts of men1 they approach nearer unto
 ,deity2 they see more of his perfect   
life2 they understand more of his ways2 
they leave speculations concerning his  
personality1 and go away to those great 
generalizations whereby a man's soul    
grows comprehensive and universal in its
 sympathies1 and beholds the operations 
of the ,infinite mind in all things4    
,thus1 as ,jesus was a manifestation of 
that ,godliness or spirituality1 the    
self-same ,divine power--the 8,divine in
 the human0 is manifest in every        
sentient being4  ,and here we approach a
 mighty truth1 in whose majestic        
presence we feel inclined to lay aside  
our dusty sandals2 for the place whereon
 we stand seems holy ground4 ,while     
studying the mysteries of our own being1

 we find that necessarily we worship    
,everlasting ,truth1 in whatever form it
 may be presented4 ,we go away from     
limitations1 we go away from sects and  
creeds1 from tottering institutions and 
the musty theologies of the past1 and   
stand face to face with that fresher    
revelation of ,deity in the heart4 ,then
 it is that man feels there are primary 
and fundamental truths lying at the     
basis of all philosophy and all         
religion1 and only as he builds upon    
these broad foundations can he rear a   
glorious superstructure against which   
all the winds of changing theories1 and 
the descending floods of mere           
speculative philosophy1 will not be able
 to prevail4 ,as man1 like one initiated
 into the mysteries of ,masonry1 enters 
into this lodge of freedom1 he begins to
 believe in himself4 ,no man can have   
faith in ,god who has no faith in       
himself2 that is the first step towards 
the ,divine4 ,you take that step in the 
secret of the soul when you first       

acknowledge the 8,divine in the human10 
and confess its supporting influence4   
,for instance1 two men may be standing  
on the borders of a precipice3 below1   
there is the deep ravine2 opposite1 the 
other side of the mountain4 ,they look  
far down and see rough1 ragged points of
 rocks1 and far1 far below1 the floods  
boiling white with foam4 ,over this     
abyss there is but one slight1 frail    
bridge1 and that is the trunk of a      
single tree4 ,one man says1 8,since we  
must pass over1 ,i will precede4 ,i know
 that ,i can go2 ,i will go40 ,that man 
has faith in himself4 ,he plants his    
feet firmly2 he looks upward1 and passes
 safely over4 ,the second says1 8,i do  
not believe that ,i can go2 ,i fear ,i  
shall fall40 ,he totters on1 trembling1 
until he reaches the middle1 and then   
cries out1 8,o ,lord1 ,lord1 help me60  
,so surely as he utters that cry1       
faithless in his own power1 that man    
must fall4  ,and thus it is with human  
souls4 ,they are standing here1 in      

earthly life1 gazing across the great   
abyss of the ,future4 ,it is dark and   
terrible below4 ,they cannot clearly    
understand what fate awaits them1 but   
they see the strait and narrow way      
before them4 ,if a man plants his feet  
firmly1 and says1 8,i can1 and ,i will10
 it is the greatest possible            
acknowledgement of his faith in ,god4   
,that man has stepped upon the threshold
 of the mysteries of ,godliness2 those  
mysteries will be made clearer and more 
apparent to his soul as he advances4    
,but if1 with craven soul1 he says1 8,i 
know not what to do4 ,i will wait for   
,god's providences1 and let them come as
 they may2 for of myself ,i can do      
nothing10--if he trust to the vicarious 
atonement and an external ,deity1 and   
does nothing for his own salvation1--if1
 in making oral prayers to the ,lord of 
the ,universe1 he forgets to 8worship   
,god in spirit10 and loses the          
vitalizing consciousness of the ,divine 
within his own being1 that man will     

assuredly err2 he will continually go   
astray1 for externally he has 8the form 
of ,godliness10 but practically and     
internally he denies 8the power         
thereof40  ,the world to-day is         
standing1 in a certain sense1 in that   
same position4 ,men are lifting up their
 hands1 and crying1 8,lord1 ,lord60     
believing that they shall thus enter    
into the kingdom1 while within their own
 beings there is a broad region of      
spiritual mysteries unknown and         
unexplored4 ,here and there are         
instances where souls1 driven by the    
action of their own importunate         
reason1--ay1 we may say1 by simple      
common sense1--have turned aside from   
creeds and theories1 and have inquired  
earnestly of ,nature and of the ,god    
within4 ,it is refreshing at times to   
find such a soul3 one that believes in  
the inspiration of the living ,word1    
incarnated in all flesh1 and made       
apparent throughout the universe1--not a
 ,pantheist1 believing in the           

manifestation of ,deity in ,nature      
alone1 and in nothing higher1 but       
realizing that the creation is the      
perceptible and external revelation of  
,deity2 believing1 with the ,german     
philosopher ,fichte1 that 8there is a   
,divine ,idea pervading this visible    
universe2 which visible universe is     
indeed but its symbol and sensible      
manifestation1 having in itself no      
meaning1 or even true existence1        
independent of it4 ,to the mass of men  
this ,divine ,idea lies hidden2 yet1 to 
discern it1 to seize it1 and live wholly
 in it1 is the condition of all genuine 
virtue1 knowledge1 freedom1 and the end1
 therefore1 of all spiritual effort in  
every age40 ,he who lives and dwells in 
this ,idea1 enters into the mysteries of
 ,godliness4 ,all divine things are     
exceedingly simple when they are known4 
,it is because men are looking too high 
that they do not receive the living     
inspirations of the ,truth2 they turn   
away from themselves1 and neglect to    

observe the manifestation of the spirit 
within their own being4 ,they look upon 
their brother man or sister woman1 and  
forget to exercise that broad charity   
which sees the spirit struggling with   
the flesh1 or feebly breasting the wild 
waves of a tempestuous life1 simply     
because it was thus constituted and     
surrounded4 ,men commonly judge from    
their own individual stand-point1       
instead of going away back to the       
,divinity of the inner life1 and from   
its pure eyes looking into the heart of 
their erring brother or sister4 ,he who 
simply criticizes the man1 and judges   
him by the limitations of his own life1 
errs greatly4 ,but he who looks beyond  
and behind him1 sees that there are     
truths1 and principles1 and powers1 and 
loving1 earnest spirits1 who are        
endeavoring to make manifest their      
inspiration through him2 and although he
 may be changeable in his nature1       
although he may be erratic and          
wandering1 it is only through the excess

 of power that cannot find an           
appropriate manifestation through such  
an organization4  ,and such a one was he
 of whom we speak to-night1--that       
erratic genius1 ,,edgar ,a4 ,,poe4 ,the 
mysteries of ,godliness1--not of        
morality1 as the world understands      
it1--confounded him4 ,he could see more 
clearly than most of men4 ,he looked out
 into the vast arcana of ,nature1 and   
his soul trembled before the majestic   
revelation4 ,he knew not how to express1
 in any adequate form of speech1 those  
great and mighty thoughts which rose and
 shone1 like stars of wondrous beauty1  
in his soul2 he knew not how to give his
 burning inspirations a manifestation   
through his life and being4  ,edgar ,a4 
,poe was a medium4 8,a medium60 you say4
 8,he himself would scorn the name2 and 
we1 who knew him1 deny it40 ,but of what
 was he a medium8 ,we do not confine    
ourselves to that definition of the term
 given by modern ,spiritualists4 ,he was
 a medium for the general inspiration   

which sets like a current of living fire
 through the universe4 ,no special1 no  
individual spirit wrought directly upon 
him1 but he felt the might and majesty  
of occult forces from the world of      
causes1 and trembled beneath their      
influence4 ,he was a medium1 not to     
disembodied spirits1 only so far as mind
 acts upon mind by the great law of     
unity1 and in the same way was he       
psychologically affected by spirits in  
the body4 ,he had a peculiarly sensitive
 and impressible nature1 and in the     
mysteries of a spirituality which he did
 not seek to comprehend1 he was easily  
wrought upon by the minds around him4   
,not but what he possessed self-will2   
not1 indeed1 that he lacked that        
firmness1 whereby1 when his soul was    
aroused1 he could repel such influences4
 ,but his nature was so finely strung   
that every harsh word1 every unkindly   
discord1 grated and thrilled through his
 entire being1 so that oftentimes it    
would seem as though he would beat down 

the wall of clay to give his spirit     
freedom1 and to escape forever from the 
inharmonious influences of the          
world1--from the presence of those by   
whom he was so little understood4  ,it  
is difficult to comprehend such natures1
 for they are not common4 ,but1 alas for
 such6 ,they have no choice but to be   
denizens of this world1 and all the     
rough1 sharp angles of rude ,humanity   
seem continually to wound and irritate  
their sensitiveness1 torturing them     
almost to madness4 ,and yet there is a  
deep1 strong under-current to their     
lives4 ,there is a beautiful            
spirituality which leads men to perceive
 that there is a power in the universe  
which balances all these inequalities   
and apparent inharmonies of human       
beings2 and so1 although they are set at
 variance with the world in certain     
portions of their nature1 yet they are  
rewarded in others4 ,edgar ,a4 ,poe     
possessed the power of retiring from    
external things into the mysteries of   

the spirit4 ,the greatest authors and   
musical composers the world ever knew1  
were those whose favorite pursuit so    
completely absorbed them that all       
external things were excluded1 and they 
forgot1 while their inspirations were   
upon them1 what manner of men they      
were1--forgot the necessities of the    
flesh1 and all the surroundings of their
 daily lives4 ,such men could understand
 our meaning1 when we say that ,edgar   
,a4 ,poe lived much in his inner life1  
and there1 as in the experience of the  
soul-rapt and inspired ,boehmen1        
glorious revelations of the sublime and 
the beautiful were made manifest unto   
him4 ,the common forms of human speech  
were inadequate for expression2         
therefore he seized upon the secret     
harmony of words1 and strung them like  
flashing gems on the golden line of his 
thought1 weaving them into wild1 strange
 metaphors1 oftentimes so bewildering   
and dazzling1 that the common mind could
 only feel the charm without            

comprehending the mystery4 ,like        
,ezekiel in his vision1 he beheld the   
wondrous 8living creatures1 and the     
wheels10 and as they were represented1  
so did he describe them2 but the mind of
 the reader must be in a similar state  
of illumination in order to clearly     
understand his meaning4 ,there were     
seasons when he seemed to enter into a  
peaceful alliance with earth and all    
harmonious and beautiful things4 ,yet   
when his peculiarly sensitive nature was
 startled and aroused1 he turned back to
 this ,valhalla of his soul1 and there  
he found another element of peace1--a   
strange1 paradoxical peace1 which comes 
through the herculean efforts of the    
soul to clamber up the rugged heights of
 destiny1--such peace as is given unto  
souls1 when the angel1 with a flaming   
sword1 drives them from the ,eden places
 of this world back into the mysteries  
of their being1 in order that from their
 bloody sweat and bitter agony they may 
wring out great songs of moving         

inspiration1 and reveal to mankind      
generally the wondrous world of ideas   
and causes which lies beyond the limits 
of sense and the range of external      
observation4  ,all such are men of      
,destiny4 ,they are compelled over the  
ways which they tread4 ,the world looks 
upon them1 and cannot understand them2  
men consider them as anomalies and      
strange inconsistencies2 as abnormal    
manifestations of the spirit4 ,yet 8for 
this cause came they into the world20   
and as poets1 and artists1 and musical  
composers are born with the undeveloped 
elements of their genius within them1 so
 particular souls1 in close connection  
with the spiritual world1 who are       
continually receiving direct impressions
 and revelations from the sphere of     
causes1 are born such from their cradle2
 and thus the mystery of spirituality or
 godliness1 as the world passes on      
generation after generation1 is becoming
 more and more apparent in the lives and
 experiences of men4 ,when we speak of  

spirituality1 do not consider that we   
mean modern ,spiritualism1 as understood
 by the world1 which has furnished any  
amount of sheep's clothing to the wolves
 who desire to prey upon the lambs in   
the unguarded fold of ,humanity4        
,neither do we mean that inflated       
spirituality1 which1 in its zeal for    
reform1 and contempt for ceremonies and 
limitations1 rushes to extremes1 and1   
deceiving itself1 8uses its liberty as  
an occasion to the flesh40 ,but we do   
mean that living principle1 which makes 
itself manifest in high-toned souls1    
whose sublime aspirations exalt the     
whole life above the common level of    
,humanity4 ,it may come out as a fitful 
and glimmering light1 but it shows that 
the ,divine inspiration is there1 and   
all men1 when they perceive it1 are     
ready to acknowledge it as genuine4     
,whatever is truly good1 glorious1 or   
divine1 that which possesses in itself  
real merit and inspiration1 cannot fail 
to find a responsive echo4 ,and thus was

 it with the writings of ,poe4 ,when1   
from the glowing fire-crypts of his     
soul1 he wrought out1 with master       
strokes1 his 8,raven10 and gave it to   
the world1 men felt that there was the  
ring of true genius4 ,and1 although it  
was the utterance of a nature at        
variance with its earthy surroundings1  
and tortured by its own sensibility1 yet
 because of its gloomy grandeur and     
euphonious rhythm1 the poem could not   
fail to be appreciated4  ,such natures  
cannot live long in the flesh4 ,they are
 like two-edged swords1 which wear upon 
the scabbard4 ,there is ever an unseen  
hand upon the hilt1 and finally1 when   
the word of command is given1 the sword 
is drawn1 and becomes a most effective  
instrument in the hand of ,everlasting  
,truth2 then the individual nature that 
has so long battled the stormy elements 
of mortal life first perceives its      
advantages1 and in the triumphant       
exultation which spirits always feel    
when freed from the fetters of          

mortality1 it exclaims1 8,o ,death6     
where is thy sting8 ,o ,grave6 where is 
thy victory80 ,that diviner spirituality
 which was obscured by the flesh1 which 
was crushed down by earthly             
circumstances1 at length frees itself1  
and starts up in all its majesty and    
glory4 ,but the mysterious growth and   
development of the spirit does not end  
here4  ,perhaps in this connection we   
may present to you certain points from  
which you will feel obliged to dissent4 
,they may seem like vague theories and  
wild speculations1 yet they are truths  
which you are yet to realize in your    
eternal experience1--truths which this  
one of whom we speak will present to you
 in repetition to-night4  ,there is a   
power in man which is closely connected 
with the things of external life1 and   
draws inspiration from nature and the   
associations of his fellow-men4 ,there  
is a power1 also1 in every human being  
superior to the spirit1 and that is the 
soul1 or innermost life--which is a     

divine and indestructible principle4    
,when1 therefore1 the garment of flesh  
is laid aside1--when the mortal puts on 
its immortality1--the spirit goes forth 
precisely as it is4 ,if it has been     
under the influence of ungoverned       
passion2 if it has striven1 through mad 
ambition1 to attain to some cherished   
ideal1 still does it feel that impetus1 
and its earthly longings and aspirations
 must pass away through a gradual       
transformation4 ,you may dissent from   
this1 but the change of the earthly     
garment does not effect a radical change
 in the spirit4 ,and thus1 as the spirit
 of ,edgar ,a4 ,poe started forth on its
 celestial journey1 all that bound him  
to earth still held a certain degree of 
influence over him4 8,life is one       
eternal progress10 and only by          
progression and the gradual development 
of his nobler nature could he outlive   
that bondage4 ,in many respects he had  
loved life and the things of earth4 ,in 
his intercourse with men he could not   

free himself from 8the sins which did so
 easily beset him40 ,neither could he   
restrain that sensitiveness and         
irritability of nature which so often   
destroyed the peace of his outer and    
inner life1 and therefore he must       
necessarily outgrow that in higher      
conditions1 and under more favorable    
influences4 ,as he gradually attained to
 a sublimer consciousness of the        
beautiful and true1 much of the wild and
 fitful fire peculiar to his genius     
departed from him1 and there came in its
 stead a majestic flow of inspiration1  
solemn and grand as the music of the    
spheres4 ,he saw that there were        
harmonious relations awaiting him2 and  
as his soul was rich in sympathy and    
love1 he aspired to those conditions1   
and he could not rest until he had      
attained unto them4 ,the hinderance to  
his perfect peace was in his own spirit1
 and he realized it4 ,it was for him the
 commencement of a mighty struggle1--   
8,when the golden bowl1--life's token1--

      ,into shining shards was broken40 
,it would seem1 then1 as though         
conscious of his strength1 he stood up  
like a spiritual giant1 exclaiming1 8,i 
am free6 ,at last ,i am free60 ,there   
was a complete expansion of his being as
 he drank in the celestial air4 ,he     
could not clearly understand the        
mysteries by which he was surrounded1   
but he knew that there was a latent     
energy in his soul1 which1 being more   
fully developed1 would wrestle with     
these mighty problems until he made the 
solution his own4 ,as year after year1  
marking great and important changes in  
human experience1 rolled on1 men who    
remembered ,poe as he was1 said1 8,now  
he rests from life's labor2 now he sins 
and sorrows no more40  ,but they did not
 know upon what a mighty battle-field he
 stood1 neither could they understand   
through what fires of purification he   
was passing4 ,but there he stood1       
contending bravely1 not once losing     
faith in his soul's possibilities1 and  

pressing earnestly forward to the       
desired consummation4 ,and in this he   
was not alone4 ,o1 no6 ,there was with  
him a whole host of moral heroes1 who1  
conscious of their power to win the     
victory1 and quickened by the           
inspirations which they received from   
that higher state of being1 were        
striving1 by the excelsior movement of  
the soul1 to attain to those            
glory-encircled heights from whence they
 could look calmly down upon the plane  
of their earthly existence4  ,thus it   
was that1 as they gradually arose higher
 and higher in the scale of being1 he   
and they could perceive that all sin1   
and sorrow1 and evil ended at length in 
blessing1 and that truths1 which were   
dim and indistinct1 which seemed aught  
but truths1 came out into clear and     
shining light1 and in their heavens were
 stars of the first magnitude4 ,thus1   
also1 as he toiled on he became versed  
in the mysteries of the spirit1 not in  
mere moralities--for true religion1     

godliness or spirituality1 is the full1 
free1 and complete development of man's 
entire being1 both in the intellectual  
and moral4 ,science and literature1 art 
and religion1 have been separated by    
mankind1 because they did not understand
 the true mystery of ,godliness4  ,but  
in that higher life one of the first    
lessons taught to the soul is1 that all 
things have their uses4 ,even the low1  
animal passions1 leading man into error1
 into sin1 sensuality1 and evil1 will   
thereby teach him lessons of wisdom2    
will teach him to avoid the false and   
the untrue1 and also that there were    
rocks and quicksands upon which his bark
 had almost foundered1 and which in the 
future he must avoid4 ,whether it be    
these lower passions1 or the            
intellectual and moral1 still each must 
have its own appropriate manifestation4 
,and as all these capacities for growth 
and perception belong not to the body   
but to the spirit1 so the spirit1       
sweeping away into the great ,eternity1 

bears up all these powers of its        
wondrous mechanism with it1 and the     
vision of ,ezekiel is realized2 for 8the
 living creature being lifted up1 the   
wheels are lifted up also40  ,each organ
 of the brain has its own magnetic      
circle1 touching the one upon another   
like the mechanism of a watch1 and all  
governed by the main-spring1 which is   
the internal consciousness of man1 the  
central power of his being4 ,this order 
in the change from the mortal to the    
immortal is not lost1 but finds a more  
harmonious surrounding4 ,thus1 when the 
spirit has ascended1 with its increased 
power1 with its superior opportunities  
for observation and investigation of all
 the truths of the universe1 it learns  
this most important truth1--that not in 
one direction1 but in all1 the spirit   
shall find its most free and perfect    
development4  ,thus having become       
familiar with the conditions of the     
higher life1 the one of whom we speak   
realized that it was not in the poetic  

element of his being alone that he was  
to find inspiration1 not in smooth      
flowing numbers or cunning arrangements 
of human speech1 but in the grand       
harmony of the living whole--the perfect
 accord of his entire being4 ,it was    
necessary1 in passing forth from the    
flesh1 that he should learn this simple 
lesson4 ,he has endeavored by all the   
powers of his nature to make its        
application2 and he has succeeded4 ,this
 night he gives his 8,farewell to       
,earth40 ,not that he is to be divided  
forever in his interest from ,humanity1 
but1 no longer incited by restlessness  
or ambition1 to express in rhythmic     
numbers the fiery thought within1 no    
longer drawn by the sordid interests of 
this earthly life1 he can gaze down upon
 this lower world and influence the     
minds of men1 and still be above them4  
,he can still minister1 as an           
,everlasting ,truth and living power1 to
 the needs of ,humanity2 but as ,poe1   
the individual1 he is willing to be     

forgotten4 ,his personality1 as far as  
human recognition is concerned1 can end 
here4 ,he cares not that 8this poor1    
paltry me should be spun out into       
,infinity40 ,he says3 8,let my soul     
speak1 which is the ,divine ,power4 ,i  
have realized in myself the mysteries of
 ,godliness1 and know now that ,i too am
 ,divine4 ,i have merged and lost my    
will in the ,great ,will of the         
universe4 ,i know now what heaven is2 it
 is beauty1 perfection1 harmony4 ,i     
would live forever in that celestial    
air1 and draw in the vitalizing         
influences of truth4 ,i do not desire to
 go down to the lowly homes of earth1   
nor to mingle with men in their         
contentions and selfish interests4 ,i   
know that there is a ,power guarding and
 guiding all things1 and ,i can trust   
those whom ,i have loved1 or those for  
whom ,i have cared1 in that ,almighty   
,hand4 ,whatever mysterious             
manifestation of wisdom on the part of  
,divine ,providence comes to ,humanity1 

,i can say now1 #8,it is well6 ,let the 
will of that ,power be done6' ,i have   
then no work to perform for you4 ,i have
 only to carry with me through the vast 
,eternity an open nature1 that ,i may   
receive truths1 and1 in passing onward1 
transmit them to those who are to follow
 after me40  ,thus it is with all great 
and earnest souls4 8,the mystery of     
,godliness10 or true spirituality1 as an
 impelling and inspiring power1 is      
behind them1 making itself manifest     
through their being4 ,it also stands    
before them1 beckoning them on the way4 
,it may be they have natures of steel   
and fire1 and that a thought electric   
strikes upon the heart1 and sits1 a     
mania1 on the brain4 ,but still they    
feel that power impelling and           
persuading1 and finally when they       
perceive that the grand current of human
 events is tending towards the great    
ocean of ,infinite ,truth1 they are     
willing to let their own peculiarities  
and characteristic tendencies also flow 

on in the great stream1 and so harmony  
is at length established1 not only with 
themselves but all4  ,the lesson of     
,poe's life1 in itself1 was worth much  
to ,humanity4 ,in coming time1 others   
besides ourselves will dissect and      
analyze his peculiar nature1 and present
 it1 even as we have1 to men1 as an     
instance of that ,spirit which was 8made
 manifest in the flesh1 which was seen  
of angels1 was preached by inspired lips
 to ,humanity1 believed on in the world1
 and received up into glory40 ,great1   
indeed1 is the mystery of ,godliness6   
great in the light of the human lives   
that come and go upon the broad arena of
 earthly existence4 ,great1 also1 is    
that mystery as made manifest in those  
spirits who go forth from the flesh1 and
 feeling the ,divine inspiration        
stirring within them1 seek for          
life1--,eternal ,life1--in order that   
they may grow and expand to the fulness 
of their spiritual being1 having within 
themselves a quenchless thirst for the  

harmonious and the beautiful4 ,they are 
true to the great law of spirit1 for    
whether in ,time or ,eternity1 it may   
still be said that1--      8,within the 
heart of man there is a constant        
yearning       ,for something higher1   
holier1 unattained1--     ,upward and   
onward1 from the present turning1       
,yet resting never when a point is      
gained4     ,some unseen spirit evermore
 the soul is urging       ,through      
childish weakness and ambitious youth2  
,and day by day all souls are still     
converging       ,nearer and nearer to  
the ,central ,source of ,truth4         
,youth cuts a foothold in the ,rock of  
,ages2       ,the hope of ,fame and     
,glory lures him on his way1     ,and1  
pondering o'er the works of ancient     
sages1       ,he catches glimpses of a  
brighter day4     ,alas6 but toilsome is
 the way1 and dreary1       ,to him who 
has no high and holy aim1     ,and1     
pausing on ,life's threshold1 sad and   
weary1       ,he casts away the laurel  

wreath of ,fame40,n  ,thus was it with  
,poe4 ,not clearly discerning the       
purposes of life1 he did not bend his   
efforts to one high and holy aim4 ,his  
nature was wandering and erratic4 ,this 
is also his present view of his earthly 
life4 8,he has cast away his laurel     
wreath of fame10 and now upon his brow1 
burning brightly with the glories of the
 celestial sphere1 is an olive wreath of
 peace4 ,he stands now as a majestic    
soul1 self-poised and harmonious4 ,yet  
he has not lost aught of the brilliancy 
and fire of his genius4  ,edgar ,a4 ,poe
 was mighty in the flesh2 and in the    
spirit he is mightier far4 ,his         
manifestations will yet come to mankind1
 but not as from the individual4 ,they  
will speak to your souls2 they will     
breathe in words of fire from the lips  
of ,humanity1 as inspirations from the  
,higher ,life1 rather than as the       
utterances of him who was once known    
among men as ,,edgar ,a4 ,,poe4         
8,o1 ever thus have ,earth's most       

noble-hearted       ,gone calmly upward 
to their place above6     ,and when     
their footsteps from the earth departed1
       ,have left their works of genius 
or of love4     ,for ,aspiration is the 
moral lever1 raising       ,the earnest 
spirit to its destined height2     ,but 
,inspiration only comes from gazing     
,upon the perfect ,source of ,life and  
,light60     ,,farewell ,,to ,,earth4   
,the following poem purports to be      
,poe's final farewell to ,earth4 ,it was
 given in the city of ,new ,york1       
,monday evening1 ,nov4 #b1 #ahfc4   ,i4 
,farewell6 ,farewell6           ,like   
the music of a bell           ,floating 
downward to the dell--                  
,downward from some ,alpine height1     
,while the sunset-embers bright1        
,fade upon the hearth of night2         
,so my spirit1 voiceless--breathless1-- 
,indestructible and deathless1     ,from
 the heights of ,life ,elysian gives to 
,earth my parting song2                 
,downward through the star-lit spaces1  

,unto ,earth's most lowly places1       
,like the sun-born strains of ,memnon1  
let the music float along1     ,with a  
wild and wayward rhythm1 with a movement
 deep and strong4     8,come up higher60
 cry the angels4--,this must be my      
parting song4            ,earth6 ,o     
,earth6 thou art my ,mother4            
,mortal man6 thou art my ,brother4      
,we have shared a mutual sorrow1 we have
 known a common birth2           ,yet   
with all my soul's endeavor1            
,i will sunder1 and forever1     ,every 
tie of human passion that can bind my   
soul to ,earth--     ,every slavish tie 
that binds me to the things of little   
worth4     8,come up higher60 cry the   
angels3 8come6 and bid farewell to      
,earth40      ,i would bear a love      
,platonic to the souls in earthly life2 
,i would give a sign ,masonic to the    
heroes in the strife2     ,i have been  
their fellow-craftsman1 bound apprentice
 to that ,art1     ,whereby ,life1 that 
cunning draughtsman1 builds his temple  

in the heart4     ,but with ,earth no   
longer mated1 ,i have passed the ,first 
,degree2     ,i have been initiated to  
the second mystery4     ,o1 its high and
 holy meaning not one soul shall fail to
 see6     ,now1 with loftiest           
aspirations1 onward through the worlds  
,i march1     ,through the countless    
constellations1 upward to the ,royal    
,arch4     8,come up higher60 cry the   
angels3 8come up to the ,royal ,arch40  
,,ii4            ,farewell6 ,farewell6  
,like the tolling of a bell1            
,sounding forth some funeral knell1--   
,tolling with a sad refrain1            
,not for those who rest from pain1      
,but for those who still remain2        
,so sweet pathos would ,i borrow        
,from the loving lips of ,sorrow1       
,weaving in a plaintive minor with the  
cadence of my song1           ,for the  
souls that lonely languish1             
,for the hearts that break with anguish1
     ,for the weak ones and the tempted1
 who must sin and suffer long2     ,for 

the hosts of living martyrs1 groaning   
'neath some ancient wrong2     ,for the 
cowards and the cravens1 who in guilt   
alone are strong4           ,but from   
all ,earth's woe and sadness1           
,all its folly and its madness1     ,i  
would never strive to save you1 or avert
 the evil blow2           ,even if ,i   
would1 ,i could not1           ,even if 
,i could1 ,i would not     ,turn the    
course of ,time's great river1 in its   
grand1 majestic flow2     ,grapple with 
those mighty causes whose results ,i may
 not know3     ,all ,life's sorrows end 
in blessing1 as the future yet shall    
show4      ,from ,life's overflowing    
beaker ,i have drained the bitter       
draught1     ,changing to a maddening   
ichor in my being as ,i quaffed4     ,i 
have felt the hot blood rushing o'er its
 red and rameous path1     ,like the    
molten lava1 gushing in its wild1       
volcanic wrath2     ,like a bubbling1   
boiling ,geyser1 in the regions of the  
pole2     ,like a ,scylla or ,charybdis1

 threatening to ingulf my soul4     ,o1 
for all such fire-wrought natures let my
 rhythmic numbers toll6     ,vulnerable1
 like ,achilles1 only in one fatal part1
     ,i was wounded1 by ,life's arrows1 
in the head1 but not the heart4         
8,come up higher60 cried the            
angels2--and ,i hastened to depart4     
,,iii4            ,farewell6 farewell6  
,like a merry marriage-bell1            
,pealing with a tuneful swell1          
,telling1 in a joyful strain1           
,with a whispered1 sweet refrain1       
,of the hearts no longer twain2         
,so no longer cursed and fated1         
,fondly loved and truly mated1     ,i   
can pour my inspirations1 free as       
,orpheus1 through my strain4            
,gifted with a sense of seeing          
,far beyond my earthly being1     ,i can
 feel ,i have not suffered1 loved1 and  
hoped1 and feared in vain2     ,every   
earthly sin and sorrow ,i can only count
 as gain3     ,i can chant a grand 8,te 
,deum0 o'er the record of my pain4      

,ye who grope in darkness blindly1      
,ye who seek a refuge kindly1     ,ye   
upon whose hearts the ravens--ghostly   
ravens--perch and prey1                 
,listen6 for the bells are ringing1     
,tuneful as the angels singing1         
,ringing in the glorious morning of your
 spirit's marriage-day1     ,when the   
soul1 no longer fettered to the feeble  
form of clay1     ,to a high1 harmonious
 union1 soars1 elate with hope away4    
,where the iris arch of ,beauty bridges 
o'er celestial skies1     ,where the    
golden line of ,duty1 like a living     
pathway lies1     ,where the gonfalons  
of ,glory float upon the fragrant air1  
,ye who read ,life's lengthening story1 
find a ,royal ,chapter there4     ,ye   
shall see how men and nations o'er the  
ways of life advance2     ,ye shall     
watch the constellations in their mazy1 
mystic dance2     ,and the ,central ,sun
 shall greet you--greet you with a      
golden glance4     ,o1 for souls in     
,life ,eternal let the bells in gladness

 ring6     ,bind the wreath of orange   
blossoms1 and the wedding garment bring4
     8,come up higher60 cry the         
angels4--,let the bells in gladness     
ring4   ,,iv4            ,farewell6     
,farewell6           ,like the chiming  
of the bells1           ,which a tale of
 triumph tells2             ,as the news
 in tuneful notes1             ,leaping 
from the brazen throats1             ,on
 the startled ether floats2--           
,so in freedom1 great and glorious1     
,over flesh and sense victorious1       
,does the ,spirit leap the barrier which
 across its pathway lies6               
,greater far than royal ,csar1          
,fearless as the northern sir1          
,drawn by ,love's celestial magnet1     
winged with faith and hope it flies1    
,upward o'er the starry pathway1 leading
 onward through the skies1     ,to the  
land of ,light and ,beauty1 where no bud
 of promise dies4            ,there1    
through all the vast ,empyrean1         
,wafted1 as on gales ,hesperian1        

,comes the stirring cry of 8,progress06 
telling of the yet to be4               
,tuneful as a seraph's lyre1            
8,come up higher6 ,come up higher60     
,cry the hosts of holy angels2 8learn   
the heavenly ,masonry3     ,life is one 
eternal progress3 enter1 then1 the      
,third ,degree2--     ,ye who long for  
light and wisdom seek the ,inner        
,mystery6      ,thus1 ,o ,sons of       
,earth1 ,i leave you6--leave you for    
that higher light2     ,and my charge is
 now1 ,receive you all my parting words 
aright3     ,human passion1 mad         
ambition1 bound me to this lower ,earth1
     ,even in my changed condition--even
 in my higher birth4     ,but1 by       
earnest1 firm endeavor1 ,i have gained a
 height sublime2     ,and ,i ne'er      
again--no1 never6--shall be bound to    
,space or ,time2     ,i have conquered6 
and forever6 ,let the bells in triumph  
chime6     8,come up higher60 cry the   
angels3 8come up to the ,royal ,arch6   
,come and join the ,past ,grand         

,masters1 in the ,soul's progressive    
march1     ,o1 thou neophyte of ,wisdom6
 ,come up to the ,royal ,arch60         
,sons of ,earth6 where'er ye dwell1     
,break ,temptation's magic spell6       
,truth is ,heaven1 and ,falsehood1      
,hell6     ,lawless ,lust a demon fell6 
,sons of ,earth6 where'er ye dwell1--   
,in this ,heaven1 or in this ,hell1--   
,when ye hear the solemn swell     ,of  
,creation's mighty bell     ,sounding   
forth ,time's funeral knell1     ,ye    
shall meet me where ,i dwell2--         
,until then--,,farewell6 ,,farewell6    
,,footnotes3  ,a ,principal parts of the
 ,latin verb amo--,i love4  ,b          
,cheerful4  ,c ,trembling4  ,d ,great4  
,e ,gloomy4  ,f ,amend4  ,g ,astray4  ,h
 ,stop4  ,i ,true4  ,j ,fellow4  ,k ,pay
 attention4  ,l ,the dragon-ship of the 
,norse mythology4  ,m ,the ,fates and   
,furies4  ,n ,these lines1 with those at
 the close of the lecture1 are quoted   
from one of my written poems4