 | Virginalia ; or, songs of my summer nights |  |
THE NEW ODIN.
AN ORPHIC EVANGEL FOR THE SONS OF LODE.
“Mel et lac sub lingua tua.”
—Solomon's Songs.
—Solomon's Songs.
His eloquent lips blow beautiful Evangels
Through the clear-sounding Trumpet of his love,
Making such music as doth please the ears of Angels,
New Æons adding to the Seraph's glowing joys above.
Through the clear-sounding Trumpet of his love,
Making such music as doth please the ears of Angels,
New Æons adding to the Seraph's glowing joys above.
To this great Orphic-Builder all the merits
Of all the Cherubim are freely given;
So that this Demiurgos here on earth inherits
All the rich honors that await the good in Heaven.
Of all the Cherubim are freely given;
So that this Demiurgos here on earth inherits
All the rich honors that await the good in Heaven.
This Christ-built Temple, full of God's great glory,
Becomes to those high souls who live by love,
A Sanctuary whence the incense of sweet story
Floats upward, like Auroral clouds, to Heaven above.
Becomes to those high souls who live by love,
A Sanctuary whence the incense of sweet story
Floats upward, like Auroral clouds, to Heaven above.
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Living Star-crowned above th' Olympian thunder,
His soul enjoys Eternity in Time—
Filling the unborn Ages with the same sweet wonder
Which makes the Present marvel at his Eagle-flights sublime.
His soul enjoys Eternity in Time—
Filling the unborn Ages with the same sweet wonder
Which makes the Present marvel at his Eagle-flights sublime.
Writing his Golden Songs on silver pages,
The poorest heart he doth with richest joys possess—
Saluting all the listening ears of all the Ages
With the immortal Paradise of his own happiness.
The poorest heart he doth with richest joys possess—
Saluting all the listening ears of all the Ages
With the immortal Paradise of his own happiness.
The patient Shepherds, out in Fields Elysian,
Watching their flocks by night in open skies—
Hear the loud Advent-Song before the Vision
Of God's great Cloud of Angels burst upon their eyes.
Watching their flocks by night in open skies—
Hear the loud Advent-Song before the Vision
Of God's great Cloud of Angels burst upon their eyes.
The Wise-Men of the World then say to one another—
“The Night is now far spent—Day is at hand!”
This Man shall make Mankind like brother unto brother,
Because God's Kingdom cannot come with Devils in the land!
“The Night is now far spent—Day is at hand!”
This Man shall make Mankind like brother unto brother,
Because God's Kingdom cannot come with Devils in the land!
By the clear-flowing Elims of God's Spirit,
Watering the Palestine of Truth, he sits him down,
And, striking there his golden harp, he doth inherit,
For his sweet Burdens of Unrest, an Angel's crown.
Watering the Palestine of Truth, he sits him down,
And, striking there his golden harp, he doth inherit,
For his sweet Burdens of Unrest, an Angel's crown.
Out of his God-enchastened soul there sometimes sighest
A Dove-like Sorrow-Song, but oftener flow
Those jubilant Choral Hymns unto the Highest,
Whose deep Arcana God alone in Heaven can know.
A Dove-like Sorrow-Song, but oftener flow
Those jubilant Choral Hymns unto the Highest,
Whose deep Arcana God alone in Heaven can know.
But through the dark clouds of his soul's deep sorrows,
Breaks the Aurora of a richer Day,—
Prophetic of those Halcyon bright To-morrows,
Whose golden Noons shall never, never pass away.
Breaks the Aurora of a richer Day,—
Prophetic of those Halcyon bright To-morrows,
Whose golden Noons shall never, never pass away.
Tontine Hotel, New Haven, December 22, 1851.
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