Читать книгу The Continental Monthly , Vol. 2 No. 5, November 1862 - Various - Страница 4

As on the top of Lebanon,

Slowly the Temple grew,

All unobserved, though every shaft

A giant shadow threw:

Unheeded, though the golden pomp

Of ponderous roof and spire,

Wrought in the chambers of the earth,

Like subterranean fire:

Until the huge translated pile,

By brother kings upreared,

On Zion's hill, enthroned at last,

In silence reappeared.

So, not with observation comes

God's kingdom in the heart;

But like that Temple, silently,

With golden doors apart.

And all the Mighty Ones that watch,

With folded wings above,

Trembling with awe, now stoop to earth,

On messages of love.

Another Temple riseth fast,

Unbuilt of mortal hands,

Upheaving to the battle-blast

Of Freedom's conquering bands!

The bannered host—the darkened skies—

The thunderings all about,

Foreshadow but a Nation's birth,

Answering a Nation's shout!