Through skies of molten gold and green the sun
Floats with its cloud-wake o'er the glowing rim
Of closing day; the same horizon brim
Glows green and gold with a glad day begun.
So closes life's full day, its guerdon won,
To those whose trustful souls are joined to Him—
The world's great Light—whose hand the splendors limn
At once of breaking day and day that's done.
[BEN SHALOM.]
Ben Shalom read one night from out a roll:
"Vessel of honor, consecrate ('O soul!')
Prepared for every worthy work, and meet
For the Master's use!" And finger on scroll,
He prayed aloud: "Make me his silvern bowl!"
Lo! Emeth at his side, God's angel fleet:
"Yea, in His mansion here; and when unfold
The everlasting doors, chalice of gold
Brimming with His great love—heaven's vintage sweet!"
[BANISHMENT.]
As tiptoe dawn extinguished all the stars,
There lay on a fevered flower the cooling dew;
Full soon the scornful sun, with white heat glare,
Forever bade the offending thing from view;
But as day closed, it outshone flaming Mars,
Or wheeling splendors of the Northern Bear.