Thus the inhabitants of earth, with the few exceptions that are beyond the power of redemption, will eventually be saved. And the globe on which they passed their probation, having kept the law of its being, will come into remembrance before its Maker. It will die like its products. But it will be quickened again and resurrected in the celestial glory. It has been born of the water, it will also be born of the Spirit. Purified by fire from all the corruptions that once defiled it, developed into its perfections as one of the family of worlds fitted for the Creator's presence, all its latent light awakened into scintillating action, it will move up into its place among the orbs governed by celestial time, and shining "like a sea of glass mingled with fire," every tint and color of the heavenly bow radiating from its surface, the ransomed of the Lord will dwell upon it; the highest beings of the ancient orbs will visit it; the garden of God will again adorn it; the heavenly government will prevail in every part; Jesus will reign as its King; the river of life will flow out from the regal throne; the tree of life, whose leaves were for the healing of the nations, will flourish upon the banks of the heavenly stream, and its golden fruit will be free for the white-robed throng, that they may eat and live forever. This perfected earth and its saved inhabitants will then be presented to the Eternal Father as the finished work of Christ, and all things will be subject unto the Great Patriarch, Architect, Creator, Ruler, the Almighty, to whom be obedience and reverence and praise in all the countless worlds that shine as jewels in His universal crown! THE LATTER-DAY KINGDOM. How shall I sing thy beauty, pow'r and light, O glorious kingdom of the latter days! I see thy loveliness, I feel thy might, But find no utterance to speak thy praise! I search in vain the records of the past, Which paint dead kingdoms in their short-lived pride, They cannot picture thee, whose pow'r shall last While heav'n and truth and Deity abide. And shall the little "powers that be" to-day, Be likened for a moment to thy majesty? As well declare pale vesta's twinkling ray Unfolds the splendor of eternity. In hist'ry only Egypt's greatness lives-- Lost are its treasures, all its wisdom hid, Except the scraps the crumbling mummy gives, The sculptured sphynx and tow'ring pyramid. Assyria! Thy sceptre lies in dust. Thy bow is broken and thy pomp has fled. Perished thy fruits of conquest, blood and lust, With all the warriors that Tiglath led! Where are the palaces of Babylon, The "hanging gardens" and the golden tow'rs? With the Chaldeans' starlight wisdom gone, Walls, gates and glory, images and flow'rs! And couldst not thou, Greece, avert thy fate, With oracles and wealth and victory? Couldst not thy world-wide reign perpetuate, With all thy gods and deep philosophy?