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CLEAR vision, born of high desire

That seeks Truth only evermore, As one who, from the eternal shore, Beholds the sea of glass and fire ; Or climbs the granite peaks alone, And gazes from the cloud- capt height, Till through the darkness flash in sight The glories of the sapphire throne ; Or wings his flight where dwell the blest, Beyond the fiery walls of space, And gazes on the Unveiled Face ;- In this the Seer stands forth confeat.

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More wondrous yet, wing'd words that burn The hidden fire of God proclaim, And cleanse the abysmal depths of shame, Or bid the wandering sheep return.

The voice rings forth in trumpet-tone Across the battle-field of life, And hearts that quailed renew the strife, And feel, though lonely, not alone.

The Prophet speaks of truths that save Men, churches, nations, from decay; And fainting hearts the call obey, And dead forme rise from out the grave.

Was there no nobler gift in store ?

Is there no loftier type of good ?

Behold, with Love's great might endued, The Priest draws nigh the Temple door.

Urim and Thummim,—Truth and Light—

Within the stainless vest he bears, And mounts upon the altar-stairs, And, through the veil, is hid from sight ; Then back returns with looks that tell

Of Love's great lesson learnt at last,—

The Pardon sealed for all the past, The conquest over Death and Hell.

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And Thou art gone : thy Easter feast Is kept in other clime than ours, And we drag on the weary hours, And mourn our Prophet, Seer, and Priest. No more that voice is heard to bless,

The eagle eye is dark and cold, We miss the loving glance that told Of Christ-like, God-like tenderness.

Not so ; far off, and dimly seen, We track the Spirit's upward way, And work, or wait, till dawns the day, And thank our God for what has been. E. II. P.