ORACLE.

Christian beloved! devoid of art and wile,—

Who lovest thy Lord so well, with heart so true,

That neither mist nor mote of worldly guile

May clog thy vision, nor confuse the view

Of that transcendent and commanding style

Of god-like manhood; which had dazed long while

Each purblind brother’ s idol-loving eye.

Sense overpowering doth the soul belie:

Thou the soul’ s errand and due place dost see,

Its heavenly features to thy ken disclose,

As when in Nazareth thy Lord uprose,

The Father’ s image in Humanity.

A holy service thine, interpreter

Of Lazarus rising from the sepulchre.