 | Lyrics: By Martin F. Tupper |  |
83
Chaos Crystallizing.
Give it only time enough,
Every thing shall find its place;
Every creature wins its race,
Though the course be rough.
Every thing shall find its place;
Every creature wins its race,
Though the course be rough.
All is not Mistake on earth;
Providence fulfils its plan;
And Creation, down to man,
Justifies its birth.
Providence fulfils its plan;
And Creation, down to man,
Justifies its birth.
84
Folly builds her Babel tower,
Where,—since Wisdom well permits,—
Grey Old Sin a Nimrod sits
For his human hour:
Where,—since Wisdom well permits,—
Grey Old Sin a Nimrod sits
For his human hour:
Let a little time have fled,
And anon it topples down;
And we tear away the crown
From that usurper's head!
And anon it topples down;
And we tear away the crown
From that usurper's head!
All shall yet be right at last;
Coming Day shall clear it up;
And Creation's stirrup-cup
Sweeten all the past.
Coming Day shall clear it up;
And Creation's stirrup-cup
Sweeten all the past.
Good achieves its glorious ends;
Soon for Evil's transient reign
Spite of guilt and grief and pain
Making rich amends.
Soon for Evil's transient reign
Spite of guilt and grief and pain
Making rich amends.
85
Now, like crystallizing salts,
All is seen confusion here;
But right soon it shall appear
Wisdom makes no faults:
All is seen confusion here;
But right soon it shall appear
Wisdom makes no faults:
Atom to its atom flies,
Every bevill'd angle fits,
Till at length fair Order sits
Enthroned on earth and skies.
Every bevill'd angle fits,
Till at length fair Order sits
Enthroned on earth and skies.
| Lyrics: By Martin F. Tupper | |