Poems from the Inner Life. Doten Lizzie

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СКАЧАТЬ answer. But to all those earnest and inquiring souls, who feel that in such experiences as I have described, or in the resources from which my soul has drawn its supply, there is aught that is attractive or desirable to them, I would say, “God speed you in your search for Truth!” At the same time let me assure you, that in the depths of your own Inner Life there is a fountain of inspiration and wisdom, which, if sought aright, will yield you more abundant satisfaction than any simple cup of the living water which I, or any other individual, can place to your lips. There are invisible teachers around you, the hem of whose garments I am unworthy to touch. “The words that they speak unto you—they are Spirit and they are Life.” “In order to know more you must be more.” Faith strikes its roots deep in the spirit, and often Intuition is a safer guide than Reason. When a man, by constant practice, has so quickened his spiritual perceptions that he can receive conscious impressions from his invisible attendants, he will never be without counsellors.

      “Let Faith be given

       To the still tones that oft our being waken—

       They are of Heaven.”

      The Spirit-World is not so distant as it seems, and the veil of Materiality which hides it from our view, by hopeful and untiring aspiration can be rent in twain. We only need listen earnestly and attentively, and we shall soon learn to keep step in the grand march of Life to the music of the upper spheres. As a popular author has beautifully said, “Silence is vocal, if we listen well.” With a sublime accord, the great anthem of the Infinite “rolls and resounds” through the Universe, and whosoever will, can listen to that harmony, till all special and particular discords shall die out from the “Inner Life,” and the Heaven of the celestial intelligences shall blend with the “Heaven within,” in perfect unison!

POEMS

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       THE INNER LIFE.

       PART I.

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THE PRAYER OF THE SORROWING.

       “And there appeared an angel unto him from heaven strengthening him.”

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      God! hear my prayer!

       Thou who hast poured the essence of thy life

       Into this urn, this feeble urn of clay;

       Thou who amid the tempest’s gloom and strife

       Art the lone star that guides me on my way;

       When my crushed heart, by constant striving torn,

       Flies shuddering from its own impurity,

       And my faint spirit, by its sorrows worn,

       Turns with a cry of anguish unto thee—

       Hear me, O God! my God!

      O, this strange mingling in of Life and Death,

       Of Soul and Substance! Let me comprehend

       The hidden secret of life’s fleeting breath,

       My being’s destiny, its aim and end.

       Show me the impetus that urged me forth,

       Upon my lone and burning pathway driven;

       The secret force that binds me down to earth,

       While my sad spirit yearns for home and heaven—

       Hear me, O God! my God!

      The ruby life-drops from my heart are wrung,

       By the deep conflict of my soul in prayer;

       The words lie burning on my feeble tongue;

       Aid me, O Father! let me not despair.

       Save, Lord! I perish! Save me, ere I die!

       My rebel spirit mocks at thy control—

       The raging billows rise to drown my cry;

       The floods of anguish overwhelm my soul—

       Hear me, O God! my God!

      Peace! peace! O, wilful, wayward heart, be still!

       For, lo! the messenger of God is near;

       Bow down submissive to the Father’s will,

       In “perfect love” that “casteth out all fear.”

       O, pitying Spirit from the home above!

       No longer shall my chastened heart rebel;

       Fold me, O fold me in thine arms of love!

       I know my Father “doeth all things well;”

       I will not doubt his changeless love again.

       Amen! My heart repeats, Amen!

THE SONG OF TRUTH.

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      From the unseen throne of the Great Unknown,

       From the Soul of All, I came;

       Not with the rock of the earthquake’s shock,

       And not with the wasting flame.

       But silent and deep is my onward sweep,

       Through the depths of the boundless sky;

       I stand sublime, through the lapse of time,

       And where God is, there am I.

      In the early years, when the youthful spheres,

       From the depths of Chaos sprung,

       When the heavens grew bright with the new-born light,

       And the stars in chorus sung—

       To that holy sound, through the space profound,

       ’Mid their glittering ranks I trod;

       For I am a part of the Central Heart,

       Co-equal and one with God.

      The world is my child. Though wilful and wild,

       Yet I know that she loves me still,

       For she thinks I fled with her holy dead,

       Because of her stubborn will;

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