A Voice from Jerusalem: Or, A Sketch of the Travels and Ministry of Elder Orson HydeHyde, Orson
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A Voice from Jerusalem: Or, A Sketch of the Travels and Ministry of Elder Orson Hyde
Hyde, Orson
Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints -- Missions; Jerusalem -- Description and travel; Middle East -- Description and travel
Though the blustering snow-storm has thrown the gorgeous folds of his
crimson mantle over the mountain tops, which half encircle us on our
north and east as we lie here in quarantine, yet their sides towards
the base, beautifully terraced and thickly set with vines and olives,
though not in their summer dress, present a widely-extended scene of
rural beauty and loveliness. All the irregularities and deformities of
nature (if, indeed, there are any,) are completely lost in the distant
view, though we gaze through the ship's powerful magnifier; so, when
the eye of imagination surveys the saints far in the west, their faults
and foibles are lost in the distance, (if, indeed, any they have,)
and nothing but their virtues appear, which render the society very
inviting and extremely desirable. The simple unrestrained language of
my heart is--I want to see my brethren, for in their bosoms, I am sure,
is a corresponding echo which,--
Like the harp, when the zephyr is sighing
To the breath of that zephyr, in music replying,
Friendship can tremble with feelings as true.
I have just been upon deck to witness the king of day retiring in his
robes of state to the western portions of his kingdoms, to proclaim
there, in _propria persona_, the advent of 1842, after opening and
lighting up the glory of the new year in the east. As his golden disk
was sinking behind the western rim of the deep blue waters of the
Adriatic, and throwing back, in rich profusion, his soft and glowing
beam upon the clear blue sky, with a radiance and splendour peculiar
to none but him, thought I, oh, that thou couldest take a thought or
good wish from me and bear it on the pathway of one of thy golden beams
to my dear little family, which perhaps at this moment is pouring
his noon-day splendour obliquely upon the home where they dwell. But
another thought succeeded--I will not be a Parsee. There is a Being
whose throne is high, and whose glorious image shines forth in the
mirror of all his works to feast the mental eye and heal the wounded
heart, "His ear is not heavy that he cannot hear, neither is his arm
shortened that he cannot save;" to HIM, therefore, will I send a
thought on the wing of my evening devotion, and breathe an aspiration
that his favour may gladden and cheer the cot where dwell all my
earthly hopes and earthly riches: therefore, tarry not for me thou
glorious orb of light, but speed thy course onward in the circuit of
the heavens, to dye the sheen of other climes, and to roll in the hour
when the dead, small and great, shall stand before God.
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