Wake, slumbering world! Vain dreamer, dream no more! The shadows lift, and o'er night's dusky beach Ripple the white waves of morn. Awake! Arise! Ocean of dispensations--rivers, rills, Roll to your source! End, to thine origin! And Israel, to the rock whence ye were hewn! For He that scattered, gathereth his flock, His ancient flock, and plants their pilgrim feet On Joseph's mountain top and Judah's plains; Recalls the Children of the Covenant From long dispersion o'er the Gentile world, Mingling their spirits with the mystic sea Which sent them forth as freshening showers to save The parched and withered wastes of unbelief. Japheth! thy planet pales, it sinks, it sets; Henceforth 't is Jacob's star must rise and reign. * * * * * * * * * Time, mighty daughter of Eternity! Mother of centuries--seventy, seven-crowned! Assemble now thy children at thy side, And ere thou diest teach them to be one. Link to its link rebind the broken chain Of dispensations, glories, keys, and powers, From Adam's fall unto Messiah's reign; A thousand years of rest, a day with God, While Shiloh reigns and Kolob once revolves! Six days thou, Earth, hast labored; and the seventh, Thy Sabbath, comes apace!--Night's sceptre wanes, And in the East the silvery Messenger Gives silent token of the golden dawn. * * * * * * * * * A living Prophet unto dying Time, Heralding the Dispensation of the End, When Christ once more his vineyard comes to prune, When potent weak confound the puny strong, Threshing the nations by the Spirit's power, Rending the kingdoms with a word of flame; That here the Father's work may crown the Son's, And Earth be joined a holy bride to Heaven, A queen 'mid queens, crowned, throned, and glorified. Wherefore a Noble of the Skies came down, In strength divine, a stirring role to play In Time's tense tragedy, whose acts are seven. His part to fell the false, replant the true, To clear away the debris of the past, The ashes of its dead and dying creeds, And kindle newly on earth's ancient shrine The Light that points to Life unerringly; Crowning what has been with what now must be, A mighty still bespeaking Mightier. Earth rose from wintry sleep, baptized and cleansed, And on her tranquil brow, that seemed to feel The holy and confirming hand of Heaven, The warm light in a wealth of glory streamed; Nature's great floor green-carpeting anew For some glad change, some joyful happening, Told in the countless carolling of birds, Gilding the foliage, brightening the flowers, Mirroring mingled hues of earth and sky. Glad happening, in sooth, for ne'er before, Since burst the heavens when Judah's star-lit hills Heard angel choristers peal joy's refrain Above the mangered Babe of Bethlehem, Had earth such scene beheld, as now within The bosom of a sylvan solitude, Hard by the borders of a humble home, Upon that fair and fateful morn was played.