WEAVING OF THE AGES
Fee the mystic Weaver sitting High in Heaven—His loom below, Up and down the treadles go. Takes, f or web. the world's dark Takes, for woof, the kings and sageSj Takes the nobles and I heir pages, Takes nil stations and ail stages. Thrones are bobbins in His scuttle; Web into'thc woof must How; Up and down the cations At the Weaver's will they go. Calmly wo the mystic Weaver Throw His shuttle to and fro; ">iid ih.» nose and wild confusion, Well the Wearer seems to know What ?ach motion and commotion, What each fusion and confusion In the grand result -will show! Glorious wonder! What a -wearing, To the dull, bryond be'ievi&g, Sik!i no fabled ages know; Only faith ran see the mystery, How along the stales of history, Where the feet of sages go, liveliest to the fairest eyes. Grand the mystic tapet lies! Soft and smooth and ever spreading, As if made for anjrels' treading— Tufted circles touching ever; Every figure has its plaidings, Brighter forms, and softer shadings, Fach illumined—what a riddle! — Prom a cross that jicms the middle. 'Tis a flaring—some reject it— That its light is all reflected; That the tapet's lines are giren By a sun that shines in HeSren! 'Tis believed, by all believing, Tint Great God Himself is wearing. Bringing cut the -world's dark mystery In the light of faith and history; And as web and woof diminish CojT.es tho grand and glorious finish, When begin the golden ages, Long foretold by seers and sages. —' Glad Tidings '
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WEAVING OF THE AGES, Evening Star, Issue 15680, 19 December 1914