LIGHT OF NATURE.
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BY WM. ALEXANDER.
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How insufficient Nature’s light to guide
Our world’s poor blinded, woful wanderers home!
The wide spread universe—the azure dome—
The stars which in their golden chariots ride,
Divinity’s design and work proclaim—
But can no further go. It may emit
A sad, a sickening note of wo; yet it,
When questioned of the “Great Restorer’s” name,
Nor voice, nor answer e’er returns. ’Tis here
Thy helplessness, O Nature! lies—
Speakest thou but of Him who built the skies;
“Things seen made not of things which do appear;”
No Sun of Righteousness is ever known from thee;
No vision and the people perish utterly.
THE MOTHER’S PROPHECY.
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BY MRS. JULIA C. E. DORR.
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