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WORDS TO THE UNWISE.
“My People are destroyed for lack of Knowledge.”
—Hosea.
—Hosea.
Ye have no echoes in your souls
Of Heaven's celestial music-tones;
Such Angel-language never rolls
Out of your hearts, ye simple ones!
Of Heaven's celestial music-tones;
Such Angel-language never rolls
Out of your hearts, ye simple ones!
For thy distraction of the heart,
There is no earthly Anodyne;
Such sickness baffles human art,
Though it resemble the Divine.
There is no earthly Anodyne;
Such sickness baffles human art,
Though it resemble the Divine.
As on the opening flowers at even
Descends the ever freshening dew,
Had God poured on thee out of Heaven
The unerring instinct of the True.
Descends the ever freshening dew,
Had God poured on thee out of Heaven
The unerring instinct of the True.
The experience of Earth's early youth—
The foregone Ages—all combine
To teach thee that undying Truth
Which made even Christ on earth Divine.
The foregone Ages—all combine
To teach thee that undying Truth
Which made even Christ on earth Divine.
If thou wouldst live in endless youth—
Like Angels through Eternity—
Be thou the unembodied Truth,
And thou shalt never, never die.
Like Angels through Eternity—
Be thou the unembodied Truth,
And thou shalt never, never die.
Fathom the depths of thine own soul,
And thou wilt others understand;
Who knows himself, will have the whole
Of human Knowledge at command.
And thou wilt others understand;
Who knows himself, will have the whole
Of human Knowledge at command.
Villa Allegra, Ga., Aug. 10, 1846.
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