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If you are not located in the United States, you -will have to check the laws of the country where you are located before -using this ebook. - -Title: 1970: A Vision of the Coming Age - -Author: John Collins - -Release Date: December 07, 2020 [EBook #63980] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: UTF-8 - -Produced by: Tim Lindell, Chuck Greif and the Online Distributed - Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This file was - produced from images generously made available by The Internet - Archive/American Libraries.) - -*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 1970: A VISION OF THE COMING -AGE *** - - - - - 1970. - - A VISION - - OF - - THE COMING AGE. - - - BY - - _JOHN COLLINS_. - - - BURLINGTON, N. J. - - 1870. - - - - - 1970 - - - I was musing alone one hot afternoon, - In the shade of a vine on a bright day in June; - Not a sound in the air but the hum of the bees, - Nor a zephyr to sway the tops of the trees; - The cricket seemed tired of the shrill noise he made, - The butterfly folded his wings in the shade, - The flowers, so fragrant when day had begun, - No longer breathed perfume before the fierce sun: - O’er nature a dull sleepy silence had grown, - And even the clouds seemed moveless as stone. - Reclined in a chair, with my face towards the sky, - The tall posts of the telegraph thought-road near by, - I fancied I heard every word sent along, - The short business message--the tale of some wrong, - An accident, _not_ on the Jersey railway, - The prices of stocks--events of the day, - The lover’s popped question, brief, pithy and sweet, - The assent of his charmer, his wishes to meet, - A summons to haste to the bed of a friend, - Whose life’s flickering taper drew near to its end, - An invite to a wedding, a lecture or ball, - A county convention--a lyceum hall; - Like leaves by the wild winter wind swept along, - They came and they passed in a vast countless throng, - And I watched and I listened with eager desire - To find out what passed through the quick thrilling wire. - The date I was sure of--again and again. - It was “nineteen hundred and threescore and ten.” - Came the first to a merchant of rank in Japan, - Saying “Forward those teas as soon as you can.” - In two minutes returned, “I will do as you say, - But send me the Bibles you promised to-day.” - “Buy for me,” said a lady in Boston, in haste, - To a dear Cuban friend, “(I trust to your taste); - A barrel of oranges, fresh from the tree, - A dozen pine-apples, the fairest you see, - Two bunches of large, ripe bananas--a cask - Of the best of preserves--’tis all that I ask, - And a few limes or lemons--smooth, juicy and bright, - In time to prepare for my party to-night.” - In half an hour came, propelled through the air, - The fruits and the sweets packed with exquisite care, - And the fair one, delighted, sent word to each friend - Far or near, a long sociable evening to spend. - Methought that they came by balloon or by rail, - By the pneumatic tube, by steam or by sail, - At the rate of a thousand of miles in a day, - To the hub of New England hurrying away. - The next bit of news my very soul stirred, - ’Twas the greatest explosion that ever was heard: - An engine blew up, attached to a train - Of a hundred full cars on the Omaha plain-- - To atoms it flew, but no one was hurt, - Only some of the passengers covered with dirt. - The fireman was found half a mile from the spot, - Safely lodged in a village whose name I’ve forgot, - While the engineer’s body was plunged in the sand - Hid entirely from sight save a part of one hand. - Both were struck with amaze at the quick change of base, - But the sole damage done, was a scratch on each face. - The reason was clear--their lives were insured - And their limbs and their senses forever secured - By a policy made with the greatest reliance - In the “Fearless Assurance and Perpetual Defiance.” - The next sound arresting my listening ear, - Was so soft and so musical, gentle and clear, - I knew it was sent by a company famed, - (The Harmonic Acoustic Tube Union, named,) - To a dozen performers, each one at his home, - In London, Pekin, Paris, Athens and Rome, - To give in New York, at mass concerts free, - Oratorios by telegraph under the sea. - Then was heard such a hum from the mingled replies, - I could hear nothing more, but, trusting my eyes, - Looked around as I strolled along each crowded street, - Some items to learn or acquaintance to meet. - The houses looked strange as if turned all to stone, - With huge gaudy creepers and ivy o’ergrown. - Whether brick, wood or plaster, no signs of decay - Could be seen, though an age had no doubt rolled away - Since each corner-stone was laid deep and fast - By the wise master builder, all time to outlast. - ’Twas a certain tried method, not patent, for all - Enjoyed, free from tax, what inventions we call. - A liquid cement was poured on each place, - That hardened in time to a smooth flinty face. - No wear could affect it--hot, cold, wet or dry, - It was always the same to the touch and the eye. - “Here’s a hint” I exclaimed, “to the men of our day, - Whose work is so apt to break or decay.” - “We are all honest, friend!” said some one quite near, - Your remark shows how little you know of us here.” - I turned to reply, but no one was in sight, - When I saw with surprise and indeed with delight, - That a double-track railway, as smooth as a floor, - Had been thoroughly laid, a few years before. - A train was approaching--no whistle was heard - In loud screeching tones to drown every word, - But, soft as the evening wind wafted along, - Rung out the soft notes of that sweet Sabbath song - “There’s a happy land, far away, far away!” - ’Till I thought they foretold a millenial day. - I wondered to see cars go noiselessly by, - When the rubber-tired wheels arrested my eye, - While each one inside looked calm and composed. - As they talked or they wrote, reflected or dozed, - And no thought of danger produced any dread, - For a tall thin Director walked quickly ahead. - In less than a minute the cars disappeared, - And I judged, on that line no collision was feared. - Rambling on, as before, along the wide street, - A smooth wooden pavement tempting the feet, - Some boys stopped to greet me in passing to school, - ’Twas the custom of all, not enforced by a rule. - “Can you tell me, my children,” I asked, with a smile, - Where to find the hotel, to tarry awhile?” - “My dear sir,” replied one with a bright, thoughtful face, - “I never have seen in my life such a place. - The word sometimes is read on history’s page. - But no buildings so-called, exist in this age. - All houses are open to strangers who find - A home and warm friends if to stay they’re inclined.” - “Then show me, I pray, Dr. Cure-em-all’s room,” - “He died long ago--none can point out his tomb.” - No sickness is known here--diseases nor pains-- - But pure blood is bounding in even old veins.” - In doubt, I enquired, “Where is now Lawyer Grip?” - “Oh! he gave, as they say, all his clients the slip; - Some affirm that he went over seas--others think - That he drowned his senses, and life too, in drink. - Here his sign you may see, though the letters are pale, - With the emblem beneath, a fox’s long tail. - Happy years to you, sir! to school we must haste - Nor longer the precious, short study-hours waste.” - They ran on in glee and left me alone, - Still in quest of the tavern that once I had known. - At last it appeared, but such a great change - Had been made, that it looked surprisingly strange. - The low dirty room, dark with stains and with smoke, - Where revelry oft midnight sleepers awoke, - The scene of mad riot and murderous strife, - With blasphemy vile and obscenity rife, - Was now the clean entrance that led to a hall, - Not built, as with us, for one sect, but for all, - Where the rich and the poor, a true Christian band, - In loving communion as brothers might stand, - To unite in thanksgiving, with hearts in accord, - To the same risen Saviour--one Father and Lord. - Night and day tones of prayer and praise filled the air - ’Till the Spirit’s blest presence seemed hovering there; - No priest, man ordained, cried, “Know, brother, the Lord!” - Our High Priest and Minister gave the sure word, - While o’erhead, wreathed with clouds, in letters of light, - Shone the words, “Be ye holy and clean in my sight, - For the pure in heart only my face shall behold, - And forever dwell safe in the heavenly fold.” - How long in that temple divine was my stay, - I never have known, as no words can convey. - The sense of the bliss, and ecstacy felt - In my spirit, unconscious of all as I knelt, - Save the heavenly gift of Infinite Love - Descending on all from the Father above. - With one fervent prayer for His grace to sustain - And guide me, my steps were turned earthward again. - Some ruins near by, I found to disclose - The spot where in old time a theatre rose, - In one day by spontaneous combustion destroyed, - While the place where it stood was a huge gaping void. - Men were clearing the rubbish and cinders away, - Odd relics of former years bringing to day; - Two masks that still seemed to be making grimaces, - Supposed to be dried skins of two actors’ faces; - Then a long rusted steel, whose use none could divine, - In a scarlet robe wrapped, with one blazoned line - Inscribed thereupon--’twas the name of a play, - And the legible words were, “The Devil’s Birthday.” - A hemlet of copper, with vizor of brass - Was seen melted down, in a black, confused mass, - With beads, trinkets, buttons and jewelry rare, - To allure the gay worldling or deck the frail fair. - “How sad!” said a voice, “they could ever bestow - Time and thought on such follies a century ago! - But soon shall we raise on this desolate site, - A house sacred to truth, to knowledge and right, - Whence millions of Bibles shall issue, to bless - Distant nations still hungering for righteousness.” - Musing deeply on all I had seen and had heard, - Of the wondrous changes I said not a word, - But slowly went on, of adventures in quest, - In a spot with such peace and prosperity blest. - Each face, young and old, with intelligence beamed; - Every eye with love and with sympathy gleamed; - No discord was known--no unrestrained tongue - Gave utterance to words of slander or wrong; - Such a sense of true happiness filled all the air, - It seemed more than the spirit of mortal could bear; - And the heavenly anthem re-echoed again, - “To God all the glory and good will to men!” - Pure fountains of water unceasingly flowed, - Till all nature with health and with happiness glowed; - On every side, in long colonnade, - Pines, cedars and palms, threw their deep cooling shade - On seats, for the tired, heated travellers made; - While the thick boughs above were filled with a throng - Of birds of gay plumage and exquisite song, - Unsuspicious of man, for his nature was changed - And his love for all beings, no longer estranged. - They lived and they loved the green alcoves among, - Or reared, year by year, unmolested, their young. - Wrong, crime and deceit existed no more; - All houses were open--unguarded each door; - No bolts and no bars told of robbers by night, - No high prison walls offended the sight, - Stores of merchandise lay exposed to full view, - For at last men were found to be honest and true. - None was tempted one moment his neighbor to cheat, - No deception was practiced in house or on street, - But one price was asked for each article sold, - And the sole money used was silver and gold. - None knew what a panic in currency meant, - A run upon banks or a gain cent per cent; - Stock gamblers on change no longer were seen, - “Bulls” and “Bears,” were strange names that once might have been. - Of palaces built by legalized theft - Or foul speculation, no vestige was left. - Fraud in buying or selling was wholly unknown; - Light weight and short measure had obsolete grown; - Heaped high and pressed down and still running over - Was the sole rule and practice that I could discover, - And, as no long accounts were kept day after day, - No bankrupts were heard of--no failures to pay. - It seemed as if flying through vast unknown space, - At last I had reached some wonderful place, - Where sin had not entered to blast and defile - Scenes blest at creation by Deity’s smile. - Unlike our own earth, since the dawning of Time, - Despoiled by oppression or blackened by crime. - Rambling on in this deep contemplative mood, - Before a vast pile I instinctively stood; - High in air rose a dome on which glittered a star, - Like a lonely night beacon to wanderers afar, - And on it, in lines pure as heaven’s own blue, - “The old is now past and all things are new.” - I entered--strange forms arrested the eye, - Of human inventions in ages gone by; - Tools for use--toys for pleasure--weapons of war, - Idols, altars and priestly shrines worshipped no more; - Here was seen the rude ponderous Chaldean plow, - With the crown that adorned Melchizedek’s brow, - The first harp that was made by old Tubal Cain, - An image of Bel from a Syrian plain, - The chariot of Pharoah, by Miriam sung, - For ages of silence with Red sea-weed hung, - Now placed on the threshold of Dagon’s black shrine - Where fell the foul god, smit by vengeance divine; - Huge engines found buried in Egypt’s deep sand, - No doubt, by the builders of pyramids planned, - Jewish hammers once used on the mountains of Tyre - Persian censers where glowed perpetual fire, - Pagodas from China, of porcelain rare, - Gilt, silvered and papered with exquisite care, - And the image of gold on Dura’s vast plain - Where the furnace of fire was thrice heated in vain. - Here, lay the light frame of an Indian canoe, - There, a square Roman gallery attracted the view. - All these and a thousand more relics of old, - In its measureless rooms did the edifice hold. - But, greater by far, both in number and cost, - Of murderous implements grim war could boast, - To cut, maim and mingle the fair human form - In private revenge or in battle’s wild storm. - In another huge hall lay the rough knotty brand, - Still stained as it dropped from Cain’s murderous hand; - The spears and the swords of nations of yore, - Ere the deluge a vile generation swept o’er. - Here stood the old chariots, each wheel with a scythe, - Beneath which men prostrate in anguish would writhe, - There, ranged as in former stern battle array - Shone the armor of brass used in Rome’s warlike day, - Helmets, spears, shields, javelins, pikes, swords and slings - And the banners, surmounted by eagles’ broad wings. - The cross-bows of England and rude culverin - Side by side with the Fijean war-club were seen. - The battle-axe, steeped in Mohammedan gore, - The Indian tomahawk--Scottish claymore - And the rude scalping knife of the savage there lay - With the civilized bayonet rusting away. - Guns, pistols, revolvers, mortars, cannon and bombs - Were placed in the midst of gongs and of drums. - Here new patent rifles from near and from far - Disclosed the latest improvements in war. - All sorts of vessels for fight were displayed, - The Malayan war junk, for piracy made, - The frigate, with rows of black guns gaping wide, - And the iron-ribbed Monitor’s steel-plated side. - On the long lofty walls of the building, were hung - Scenes of strife, from the day that our planet was young, - To the hour, when mankind, by one solemn vow, - Were pledged no longer such crimes to allow. - ’Twas a sickening sight--like demons from hell, - Glared the eyes of the wounded and dying who fell, - Trampled down in hot haste, like the mire in the street, - Unregarded or spurned by the wayfarers’ feet. - Above, the dun war-clouds their canopy drew, - And with horror I shrunk from the terrible view, - Weeping much that man, made in likeness divine, - To conflict and bloodshed should ever incline. - But, as gleams of bright silver will oft line a cloud - Cold, dismal and black as a funeral shroud, - So, high o’er the red tide of battle, a scroll - Inscribed by an angel-hand, seemed to unroll: - “The work of the just and the righteous is peace-- - Its effect, rest and surety that never shall cease.” - Light breaking again in my sorrowful heart, - With more cheerful feelings I rose to depart, - But again was amazed, more relics to find - Of the devil’s vast power and rule o’er mankind. - Man’s record was here with Slavery’s stains, - Its whips and its handcuffs--its fetters and chains. - In the midst, the old time-worn whipping-post stood, - Its platform deep stained with long streams of blood, - And on it the form of a suppliant slave - Beseeching for mercy and aid no one gave. - Jeers and taunts from the crowd were the only reply - And demoniac hate shone forth from each eye. - Near by was an auction, whence rose the loud cry, - “Likely negroes for sale! come, gentlemen, buy! - Here goes a mulatto, young, handsome and sound, - Note her beautiful teeth, her limbs smooth and round. - Mark her elegant bust, her long glossy hair, - And her ankle that will with Venus’ compare. - Such a bright, lovely face is not seen every day; - Then put her up, gentlemen, what do you say? - Not a thousand is bid!--she must go on the shelf; - At such a low price I will take her myself. - Two thousand! “down came the quick hammer, “she’s gone.” - The auctioneer growled in a low sneering tone, - And the only reply was the slave’s subdued groan. - Here’s another chance, gentlemen--come near the stand! - A healthy young negress, brought up by hand, - Her regular teeth prove her yet in her prime, - While her well-knitted arms tell of work in her time. - She can cook, wash and iron--pick cotton or sew, - And the twins at her side, productiveness show. - We will sell them together or singly, as best - You may judge, for their owner no choice has expressed. - How much shall I have for the mother, alone? - ’Tis a positive sale of flesh and of bone-- - Six hundred is all that I hear--what a price! - You may double it safely, is all my advice. - Seven, eight--cheap as dirt! nine, ten, are you done? - A bargain for you, sir! an A., number one! - And now for a boy; stand up, you young dog! - Don’t be blubbering there like a water-soaked log; - Give a fair bid at once--right quick, if you please, - My friends, for I shall not dwell long upon these!” - “O! massa!” for mercy, my darling boys buy! - Cried the wo-stricken mother, “without them I die!” - A tittering laugh was the sole answer given, - But I knew that appeal was recorded in heaven. - Again the sharp ring of the hammer was heard, - And with it, the oath-enforced threatening word, - “Tear the niggers apart, gag the woman’s black mouth! - Let the young rascals stay while she goes further south.” - I felt my blood boil--my arm rising to deal - One blow at the wretch, conscience hardened as steel, - When a low, gentle voice I could but obey, - Whispered: “Vengeance is mine--I the Lord, will repay!” - Looking upwards, sweet faces, like angels’ were seen, - Of those who the friends of the bondsman had been. - Once, hated and scorned by the proud ones of earth, - None could tell in that day the amount of their worth. - They toiled to remove all oppression and crime, - With faith ever strong in their mission sublime. - In the white harvest field, ’till their sands were all run, - And the welcome was heard, “Faithful servant! well done!” - Once more, to another apartment I turned; - My bosom, with more indignation yet burned, - When I viewed all the engines of torture employed - Under guise of religion, when thousands destroyed, - Confessed before man a God answering prayer, - And died in the faith they had lived to declare. - Here were thumbscrews, racks, pillories, scaffolds and thongs-- - Here, the irons oft-heated to bore human tongues, - With the chains and the whips to torment, maim and slay - Christian sufferers in dungeons remote from the day. - In the middle arose the huge black corner stone - Of that building of Rome, long centuries known, - When the devil’s own priests loved to torture and pain, - And autos de-fe soiled the blue skies of Spain. - “O! shame!” I exclaimed, that Satan should bind - In such hellish arts the souls of mankind-- - That man, the object of Infinite Love. - The cruelest foe to his brother should prove!” - “Too true, my dear sir,” a mild voice replied, - And, turning, I saw an old man at my side, - Whose silver locks swept his broad shoulders--whose brow - Showed no furrow or scar from Time’s rugged plow; - His eye beaming bright as in infancy’s days, - While his every word seemed attuned unto praise. - “Too true! but ’tis past--all the horrors of war, - Persecution and slavery, now are no more. - This edifice, piled with mementos of sin, - Tells how wicked and vile former ages have been, - When, to deepest abysses of infamy hurled, - They lived and they died without God in the world. - But, thanks be to Him, the Father and Son-- - An unending reign of peace hath begun, - And the Holy Spirit now circling the earth, - All creation is pure as when called into birth. - But few enter here--too painful the sight-- - Other scenes, other objects our people invite; - To do good and communicate is our sole aim - And our works prove, as Christians, we merit the name. - Then mourn not, my friend, at the picture of crime - That polluted the world and the record of Time, - Up! pilgrim! I bid thee, God-speed on thy way - ’Till it lead through the mists to perpetual day!” - I arose--deep gratitude filling my heart, - From such a wise counsellor, loth to depart. - “Many thanks,” I rejoined, “for thy true kindness shown-- - Henceforth I will look on the bright side alone. - Farewell! for thou art well, thy words clearly prove - Though thy home be on earth, thy life is above!” - We parted, with souls in communion true, - He, to point out the past, I my path to pursue. - Deep musing upon the old things I had seen. - To doubt almost inclined that such had e’er been, - But in grateful emotion that vice, crime and war - O’er this our fair earth should run riot no more, - I stood by the edge of a wide and deep bay, - Whose blue waters mingled with ocean’s white spray; - On its shore vessels lay with canvass full furled, - While others were fitting to sail round the world. - They floated as light on the clear glassy tide - As snow-breasted swans in their beauty and pride; - Buoyed up by some new--some magical art, - The gentlest zephyr impelled them to start, - And when, leaving port, the wind filled each sail, - They skimmed the wide waters like leaves in a gale. - But, far stranger than these--a wonderful sight, - High above, were vast air-ships, with pinions as light - As those of the sea bird, that, day after day, - Unwearied, in solitude wings its long way. - Bright streamers on every side gracefully swayed, - Now tossed high in air and now pendent in shade, - And I read, as I stood mid the gathering crowd, - “The Arrow, the Meteor, the Swift Flying Cloud, - The Sunbeam, Wave, Northern Light, Iris,” and more, - Moored proudly above that dense peopled shore.” - ’Twas a glorious sight as they swung in the air, - Impatient, as ’twere, their burden to bear, - And, tempted, I stepped up a spiral stairway, - A short flying visit to Europe to pay. - Rung the note of departure--outspread the huge wings, - And we rose, so to speak, o’er terrestrial things. - Fainter came from the crowd each last parting cheer, - ’Till in one confused hum, they were lost to the ear. - Faded then from the sight the houses and trees - As we went higher up, swept along by the breeze, - And the land and the sea far below in mist lay, - ’Till we lost sight of mountain, rock, river and bay. - And now as the twilight still deepened to night, - O’erhead shone the stars in a full blaze of light, - And the broad calm expanse of ocean below - We saw like another bright galaxy glow. - So fair was the scene, I asked one near by, - “Do tempests ne’er blow or clouds darken your sky?” - “No! no! my good friend, by Omniscient decree, - From storm, fire and flood, earth forever is free. - The elements now are propitious to man, - And nothing now mars a wise Deity’s plan. - The winds are not fickle nor faithless the deep, - For He, who hath promised, His sure word will keep.” - For many an hour I gazed at the sky, - Unwilling to shut from such splendor my eye, - ’Till, tired at the thought of infinite space, - I sought in the cabin, a calm resting place. - It was filled with guests from every land. - From cold Labrador to Afric’s hot sand-- - The Chinaman, Hindoo, Turk, Arab and Jew, - Men in fact, from all parts of the old world and new. - The light that illumed the spacious saloon - Was as white and as clear as the midsummer moon; - ’Twas the pure beam galvanic, soft, steady and free - From all noxious fumes that with health disagree. - And I heard that the engine that moved our light bark - Was the same that gave out the bright flashing spark; - That no oil was now used, nor explosive compound, - On earth, among all nations was found, - And light, heat and motion at last were attained, - By one simple and practical instrument gained. - The sides of that noble apartment were dressed - With gems of rare art from the east and the west; - Here a statue stood poised, just ready to fly, - There, a picture of Saturn’s new belt caught the eye, - And one thing I noticed--or fiction, or fact, - The good of mankind prompted every act-- - Nay, the converse of all, whether light, grave or gay, - Was married by no folly, whate’er men night say. - But the bell sounded one--I entered my berth. - To rest in mid air, safe as on the firm earth, - And all the night long heard the quivering beat - Of the wings in their slow and measured repeat. - “Up! sunrise is reddening the earth and the sky!” - Cried the voice of some one, without waiting reply, - And I sprang from my couch to watch the long gleam - Tip our beautiful pennon with morning’s first beam. - It came and it bathed in warm rosy hue - The vessel, as faster through light mists it flew, - Till we thought of that word that once echoed sublime, - “Light! be!” and Day marked the divisions of time. - Thus we winged our swift course through the cool upper air, - Now meeting a ship in the atmosphere rare, - Now skimming above the blue boundless deep - With its waves by warm zephyrs lulled softly to sleep. - At last a gray cloud seemed to rise in the north; - It neared us--and soon the glad sea-cry went forth, - “Land! ho! ’tis old England--her white cliffs arise!” - And we crowd to the front in joy and surprise. - There it lay, in green beauty, but not as of yore, - With its forts and its cannon bristling the shore; - All hushed were the thunders that rolled o’er the land - And no vessels of war polluted her strand. - We stopped just above the world-renowned mart - Of London, where science, wealth, learning and art, - The treasures of ages, in countless store lay, - Reserved ’till the dawn of a happier day. - Then, softly descending, we stepped on firm ground - To view the new objects and people around. - The grim Tower rose before us--we entered the gate, - Unguarded, as once by stern orders of state, - For the jewels that in the rich diadems shone, - No longer could tempt one to take for his own. - Exposed on all sides, were rich scepters of kings, - Tiaras, pearls, gems and a thousand bright things, - Once prized as the emblems of place and of power, - But now thought mere childish toys of the hour. - The vestments of royalty too were displayed, - Silk, satin, chenille, velvet, plush and brocade, - With exquisite work of silver and gold, - In fine threads that shone on each rich wavy fold, - And I heard with surprise an attendant confess, - ’Twas the work of long years to complete a court dress. - “What folly!” I cried, “to deck the outside - With garments to flatter and foster one’s pride, - While the soul, the true being, of measureless worth, - Is less prized and less cared for than mean things of earth.” - “Where now are the lions,” I asked, “once confined, - Brute prisoners, to show the power of mankind?” - “O! their nature was changed and unchained now they roam, - To find in the wide world, food, shelter and home. - The curse that on Adam in Paradise fell, - Scattering seeds of hate, desolation and hell, - Is now gone forever--no wild beasts abound, - And at last in his works God’s true image is found.” - Looking down on the river, I marked its calm face - Half hid by white sails from every place, - The strange looking junk from distant Japan, - Unchanged in its form since the empire began, - The light buoyant bark of more modern time, - Adapted for use in every clime, - The swift gliding steamer with paddle or screw, - The frigate, no longer exposing to view - Its port-holes whence issued the missiles of war-- - For strife, hate and conflict existed no more. - A hundred bright flags were floating in air, - Each, the name of some country or race to declare; - Not, as once, the proud banner to wave in the fight, - The theme of the poet--the warrior’s delight, - But the emblem of peace and of love among men - Long ago sung by angels on Bethlehem’s plain. - ’Twas a glorious sight--but I could not delay; - So, descending the Tower, swiftly passed on my way. - All the streets seemed alive with a slow-moving throng, - But no jostling was known as they travelled along; - Every one knew another, each face beamed with joy - And nought was heard, seen, or felt to annoy. - The streets and the pavements were so smoothly laid, - For safety and ease, both for man and beast made, - That one might walk on from morning till night. - Unfatigued, to enjoy each varying sight. - A thousand wide stores were thrown open to view. - Piled with goods whose use our fathers ne’er knew. - There were garments for all, without stitch or seam, - Robes dyed as in colors of sunset’s rich beam, - Wings on frames, to be used on the earth or in air. - With speed on his journey the pilgrim to bear; - But time will not allow me the list to rehearse - Of all these strange sights, in this fugitive verse; - Suffice it to say, every thing that I saw - Was strictly conformed to one excellent law - That forbade all mankind to make or to use - Any goods that a Christian would ever refuse. - No trimmings nor ribbons hung flying around, - No vile trashy novels on book shelves were found, - No flaring, gay posters announced some bold lie - Made only to catch the gaping crowd’s eye. - No cards in the windows were seen to declare - That the cheapest and best in the world were sold there; - No drinking saloons stared full in one’s face, - No compounders of liquors were seen in the place; - They had all gone below with the spirits accursed, - Of all Satan’s agents the vilest and worst. - Tobacco was none--no smoker’s breath there - Annoyed the nice sense or corrupted the air. - Surprised at the fact, “How is this? I enquired, - When a patriarch near me, in pure white attired. - Replied, “Is it true that one being on earth - Knows not that the world was reformed in new birth! - I have heard, when a boy, my grandsire affirm - That the plant in one night was destroyed by a worm, - And never since then, half a century ago, - Has any one seen it or known it to grow; - The panic from pole to equator was great - As any past earthquake was known to create, - And some ventured to say that thousands indeed - Would die for the want of their favorite weed. - But the prophecy failed--from disuse followed health, - Purer lives, better morals and wisdom and wealth. - “And where are the dram shops--the houses for dance, - Where, heated by wine and lost as in trance, - Full many a maiden drank, stumbled and fell, - (Once pure as a snow-flake) from heaven to hell.” - “Alas! my dear friend, how little you know - Of the great revolution the world now can show. - When mankind o’er the globe acknowledged the sway - Of the great King of kings all are bound to obey, - All sin disappeared; lust, passion and crime - No longer defiled the annals of Time; - None dared to entice his weak brother to wrong, - None wished to provoke or by action or tongue, - None, the health or the comfort of one living soul - For a moment would wish to restrain or control. - And with feelings like these, who, the heavens below, - Could continue a trade fraught with ruin and wo! - No! no! pure religion can never annoy - The peace of mankind or their good-will destroy. - For if God, as his works clearly argue, be love, - Whose dwelleth in Him shall his follower prove. - Every thing that the soul of man can defile, - Is purged from the earth by Deity’s smile. - Who hath cleansed the whole world, through his only Son’s blood, - And seen, as in Paradise, all his works good.” - “Delightful!” I cried, “that all evil hath ceased, - And man from the thraldom of sin is released; - Who e’er would have dared, amid doubts and fears - To predict such a change in the past hundred years?” - We parted, and, entering a new city car - On polished rails sliding, without noise or jar, - I was soon the rich and green pastures among, - In history famed and by poets long sung. - Lovely hamlets and villages dotted each vale, - While the sweet breath of wild flowers scented the gale. - The vine clung to the roof with its clusters of fruit, - The fig, fearless of winter, expanded each shoot, - And the bright golden orange gleamed through the dark leaves - Where the robin her nest built beneath the low leaves. - I looked, but could see no idler there, - Sounds of labor alone arose on the air, - Each his neighbor would aid if his own part were done. - From day’s early dawn to the set of the sun, - As a bee hive, the land seemed with people alive. - And all nature in peace and in plenty to thrive; - By the wayside stood rows of wide spreading trees - Whose yield or whose shade could refresh or could please. - For one law reigned o’er all--each, with Christian regard. - Sought his neighbor’s best good as his own rich reward. - I looked for the buildings benevolence reared-- - There were none, for the paupers had all disappeared; - No blind, sick, deaf, lame, or feeble of mind, - In all my wide wanderings on earth could I find. - The homes for the friendless, deserted or poor, - Vainly hoped by their founders, all time to endure, - Were devoted to Science, not blind, as of old, - When Alchemy sought to turn dross into gold, - But certain and true, illumed from on high, - To the pure Fount of light ever turning her eye, - There were school rooms, lyceums and vast lecture halls - With all treasures of Time, densely filling the walls, - While professors of every known science and art, - Sought the mind to inform or to lead the young heart. - The longs rows of workshops for artisans made, - No longer their low, dusty windows displayed, - Where faint, toil-worn hundreds met sickness and death - In the close stifling air, corrupted by breath; - But sunlight enlivened each lofty-walled room - And each rounded cheek showed freshness and bloom. - The master was ever the workers among, - Their health to secure--not their labors prolong. - No law was required--as a Christian, he knew - He to others should act as he wished them to do. - No poisonous gas was floating in air - Sowing germs of disease and of death everywhere, - For the vapors evolved, by chemical skill - Were innocuous made, other ends to fulfil. - The men who long delved in the deep gloomy mine, - Mid’ the fire-damp, allowed their bright lanterns to shine; - As the light they now used created no heat, - ’Twere idle to think any danger to meet, - And the air, so mephitic of old time, became - As oxygen pure, when it met the soft flame. - Roamed the deer through the streets of the populous town. - Not now with swift steeds and fierce dogs hunted down. - The fox and the hare lived in the same den - On intimate terms, unmolested by men, - Every beast, bird or fish, by night and by day, - No longer regarded each other its prey, - But, protected by man, to his friendship proved true, - And love bound all creatures in league ever new. - Nought was seen, nought was heard but gladness and praise - For the blessings that crowned those bright halcyon days, - And even from Erin thanksgiving was heard, - ’Till the gray crags of Scotland with echoes were stirred. - I returned to the sea where the white cliffs arose - As landmarks to show how the tide ebbs and flows; - “Adieu to Old England! exulting, I cried, - Where order, peace, love and religion abide! - Of the nations who spent blood and treasure in war, - She, who once was the first, ambitious no more, - Now sends forth her people to each distant land - To teach and to preach at the Saviour’s command!” - As I gazed o’er the deep, entranced at the view, - Not a vapor or cloud dimmed the fair boundless blue. - At my feet the waves with joy seemed to dance - Through the piers of an air-tube, the high road to France, - And, lying at ease on a rich velvet bed, - Impelled like an arrow, in safety I sped - O’er the channel that washes each bold rocky shore, - First united--then severed--but now linked once more. - The manners of every one caused such surprise, - Unprepared as I was, I could scarce trust my eyes. - The butterfly airs and the light lively tone - By which, time out of mind, the Frenchman was known. - Had been changed to a sober yet cheerful address - Marked with smiles and true dignity, few can express. - Every look, every gesture evinced that they knew - That courtesy based on religion is true. - All frivolity gone--vain amusements forgot, - I found not in city or country one spot, - Where an opera, ball-room or theatre stood - To arouse evil thoughts or to stifle the good. - The Sabbath, profaned for long centuries past, - Was observed, not by sorrowful penance or fast, - But the nation obeyed the divine command given, - To rest and to worship one day in seven. - The gay gardens and palaces, open of yore, - Where drinkers and dancers by turns trod the floor, - Were thronged by a multitude ever inclined - To read or to hear what would profit the mind. - No imperial rule forced each class to obey, - No autocrat, king or dictator held sway, - A firm free Republic framed long time ago, - Proved popular still, as Time’s chronicles show. - No soldier police stood guard to detect, - Arrest or confine--there was none to suspect. - Throughout the wide land not a murmur was heard. - No quarrel was known--none spake an ill word, - And I thought, as I travelled through country or town, - ’Twas as if heaven itself, to earth had come down. - We passed on the rail, swift as birds cleave the air, - Vales dotted with villages--mountain peaks bare, - But tinged in the sunlight with soft golden hue, - For many a league ’till the Alps met our view. - There they stood--their proud forms towering up in the sky - But no traces of glaciers or snow, met the eye; - Since the time all mankind had known the new birth, - One perpetual spring had encircled the earth. - Cold, heat, frost, storm and ice were unknown; - No earthquakes now rumbled beneath each broad zone; - Volcanoes were none--their fires were decayed, - And cities no longer in ruins were laid. - As the slopes of Italian vales caught the sight, - Every glance at the scene called forth new delight. - The sun-embrowned peasants in vineyard or field - Were tilling each crop or gathering the yield. - Rich clambering vines o’er the road threw their shade, - The tropic banana its broad leaf displayed, - While the palm, like a monarch with sceptre and crown, - O’er the lowlier trees of the forest looked down. - The olive, the fig and the pomegranate there - Repaid in abundance the laborer’s care, - And the mingled perfume of a thousand sweet flowers, - Like incense arose from the thick orange bowers. - But the train still sped on, and now in the haze - That purpled the hills in the sun’s level rays, - The columns and temples of Rome rose in view, - Spires, domes and palaces, ancient and new. - We entered where once the chariots rolled - To the vast Coliseum, when centuries old - Saw the sandy arena clotted with gore, - While above the death groan rung the lion’s wild roar. - No longer the massive walls crumbled and fell, - Its decay and its ruin for ages to tell; - The huge pile was now used for a far higher aim - Than the praise of a pagan emperor’s name. - Rebuilt and remodelled, it rung with the cry, - “Our Lord, GOD omnipotent reigneth on high!” - To the city then hastening, I marked with surprise, - No Romish processions attracted all eyes, - No beggars, the pest of the traveller, were seen, - No long lines of priests with crosses between, - No nuns in black robes paraded the street, - No close-shaven monks with bare head and feet. - The poverty, dirt and all the vile trade - That beggary everywhere brings to its aid. - Existed no more in that land once debased, - (Their name and remembrance forever effaced.) - Each dark piercing eye with a purer light shone, - Passion, anger and feuds were entirely unknown. - And the love, the apostle once preached, by God’s grace, - Inspired every heart and lit up each face. - Soon we neared the vast--the magnificent shrine, - Where once to base man was paid homage divine; - The noble proud dome named St. Peter’s of old, - In the warm sunset gleaming resplendent as gold. - No cross now surmounted the dizzying height, - A star hung above it, as pure and as bright - As the one that once stood o’er the manger and bed - Where the Saviour of sinners first rested his head. - I entered the courts, for hundreds of years - Trod by the pilgrims deluded, in sorrow and tears, - Where thousands knelt bowing to image or cross, - More than true worship loving the world and its dross. - No crucifix now was lifted on high, - No priest called for penance from crowds passing by, - No form carved in ivory, wood, brass or stone, - Mocked the traits that belong to the Godhead alone. - No sensuous pictures of Virgin and child - Pleased the mass, to false adoration beguiled. - A light, clear and holy, words cannot express, - Pervaded the spot and illumined each recess, - As the hosts of the faithful from every land, - Admired the change wrought by Almighty command, - In that temple where infancy, manhood and youth - Worshipped God, their Creator, in spirit and truth. - “Does the Pope,” I enquired, “in the Vatican live, - And the people yet think he their sins can forgive?” - “Oh! no!” said a gray-haired old man at my side. - “Many years have elapsed since the last Pontiff died. - On a far distant shore, exiled, pining he lay, - His soul filled with remorse at the thought of that day, - When he claimed, in his pride, God’s vicegerent to be, - Receiving vile homage of lip and of knee. - Of all the long line of the popes, there was none - Save he, who confessed to his Saviour alone; - Yet, through mercy divine, his own sins forgiven, - His purified soul passed from earth into heaven. - This house, once the scene of debauch and of crime, - Where blasphemy reigned supreme at one time, - Now, sacred to worship, pure, heart-felt and true, - Is blest with a Presence old ages ne’er knew. - Here the gospel is preached, undefiled as of yore, - By Science, so called, to false doctrines the door, - For the Scriptures, first penned for the comfort of men, - Are read by the light of the Spirit again.” - “Do the people to image or crucifix bow, - Or the priests for all crimes absolution allow?” - “From your question, my friend, I judge that you came - From some other planet, unknown yet by name, - Or perhaps may have slumbered, unconscious of time, - While the world was restored in its innocent prime. - Come then to the halls where Science combined, - With truth and religion enlighten the mind, - Where genius, art and sound reason are found, - And errors of schoolmen no longer abound. - Superstition has fled, like the mists of the night, - Dispersed when the sun comes in glorious light. - Rome, once the foul den of crime, lust and sin, - Is purged from all evil, her precincts within, - Remain then and see what treasures untold - They who witness Messiah’s blest advent, behold.” - “Time presses,” I said, “in an hour I must start - In an ocean-bound steamer, ready to part. - Thanks for all I have seen and have heard thee declare; - And now, to the New World, glad tidings I bear, - That the kingdoms of earth all acknowledge the Lord, - Redeemed and restored by his life giving word.” - We parted--then taking some newly-formed shoes, - For swift and sure travel on water to use, - I passed down the Tiber--not yellow as when - Its stained turbid wave, washed valley and glen, - But sparkling, fresh, clear and pure as the dew - That on every spray reflects heaven’s own blue. - White villas, temples and towns lined the shore, - And the gondolier sung, as he dipped his light oar, - While the hills echoed back the sweet solemn hymn, - From morning’s first dawn, ’till the daylight grew dim. - With long rapid strides o’er the waters I sped - And distanced the sea-gulls that flew o’er my head; - Soon the wide river entered a rich, grassy plain - Where its fresh waters mingled with those of the main. - There, lay the fair vessel with quivering wings - Like a bird on the tree-top that flutters and sings, - Just ready to soar through the measureless sky, - O’er mead, hill and vale, and precipice high. - The clarion rung--we left Italy’s shore, - And the old classic sea were fast flying o’er; - In a day we touched Cadiz--that bold rocky height - Where the guns of Gibraltar once blazed in the fight, - But now streaming with flags from every clime, - In token that Peace held dominion sublime. - ’Twas dusk--a brilliant red rocket flew high - O’er the vertical wall far up in the sky, - While another swept down in the ocean below - And lingered long after in roseate glow. - The parting salute, with cheer upon cheer, - Was answered, ’till sound died away on the ear, - And nothing was heard but the murmuring deep - Of the wings’ measured stroke inviting to sleep. - We glided as swift on the ocean’s expanse - As the leaves that in the wild hurricane dance. - The sea glowed with fire from creatures unknown, - Brighter far than the stars in the zenith they shone. - And myriad flocks of strange sea birds lay - On the face of the deep, awaiting the day. - No moon rose that night, but e’re twilight was gone, - The sky seemed to glow with a rich northern dawn, - And not ’till our flag in the morning breeze swayed. - Did its soft lambent light from the firmament fade. - Thus for three days and nights we skimmed the blue main, - Now watching the air ships again and again, - Now noting far down in the green, glassy brine,-- - Iron vessels with fins--a submarine line, - Propelled by galvanic action alone, - And made to explore ocean’s chambers unknown. - Meantime I conversed with some that I knew - Came from far distant climes, new wonders to view, - Of the change wrought on earth since the era began - When Christ reigned supreme, acknowledged by man. - No pen could describe nor could language declare - The glory His saints were permitted to share, - When the devil and all his foul works were destroyed, - And happiness dwelt in each heart unalloyed. - “But how,” I inquired, “was the old world renewed? - In a day by Omniscient fiat made good? - Or purged in long years from sin and its leaven, - ’Till God saw on its bosom the image of heaven?” - “As a thief in the night breaks in unaware, - So flashed on the earth, mid its pleasure and care, - A splendor surpassing the sun’s noontide ray - Foretelling the dawn of millenial day. - Attended by thousands of saints came the Lord, - To bless his redeemed and to drive the abhorred. - As erst he once drove the angels that fell - From allegiance, down from high heaven to hell. - But ’till then, increased both evil and good, - As men a false phantom or true peace pursued. - Though tales of new crime thrilled the ear and the soul, - The spirit of prayer seemed its power to control; - Reform spread, as years rolled rapidly by, - And at last from all races beneath every sky, - With shouts of thanksgiving and praises again - Earth echoed the cry, “Alleluia! Amen!” - But the soft evening wind that our light bark swept o’er, - Flower-scented, announced we were nearing the shore, - And ere night’s somber curtain had veiled the red sky, - The glare of bright lamps arrested the eye. - ’Twas a populous city of wealth and of fame, - Filled with thousands of every class, country and name. - I passed through the streets--no tumult was there, - No low profane words polluted the air. - No theatre belched out at midnight a throng - Inflamed with drugged wine and lascivious song; - All was peaceful and still, as a calm Sabbath day, - For man was no more to his brother a prey. - Each dwelling I entered revealed the true sign - Of Christian communion--the Presence Divine, - For they in whose souls His graces abide, - In each other’s friendship forever confide. - Fatigued with my journey--deprived of my rest, - Long time I remained in that city a guest, - Pondering deeply on all I had seen and had heard - ’Till my soul from its deepest recesses was stirred. - There was seen in all things such a marvellous change, - One could hardly imagine an era so strange; - Here a library stood with its wide open door, - The clerks and librarian needed no more, - As the readers took works from their place on the shelves - And duly returned them uninjured themselves. - No comic nor frivolous lectures were known, - Instruction and knowledge were sought for alone, - There were schools for the infant, the child and the aged; - In all labors of love the fair sex was engaged; - No voting was heard of--no taxes were paid, - For religion from government needed no aid. - Throughout the wide world not a vestige was found - Of weeds that for ages were known to abound, - Nor a poisonous serpent to sting or annoy, - Nor an insect, the rich harvest hopes to destroy. - The sun, moon and stars each in turn gave their light, - One scorched not by day, while the rest warmed the night; - And nature was fair as the garden of God, - The Paradise once by angel feet trod. - “Blest world!” I exclaimed, “all honor and praise - Be to Him who now rules these millenial days!” - With fervor I spoke--raised my hand towards the sky, - And heard the soft whisper of some one near by; - Then turned just in time to see sunset’s last gleam, - When the present rushed back, and lo! ’twas a dream! - - [Illustration] - -*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 1970: A VISION OF THE COMING AGE *** - -***** This file should be named 63980-0.txt or 63980-0.zip ***** -This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: - http://www.gutenberg.org/6/3/9/8/63980/ - -Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions will -be renamed. - -Creating the works from print editions not protected by U.S. copyright -law means that no one owns a United States copyright in these works, -so the Foundation (and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United -States without permission and without paying copyright -royalties. 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If you are not located in the United States, you -will have to check the laws of the country where you are located before -using this ebook. - -Title: 1970: A Vision of the Coming Age - -Author: John Collins - -Release Date: December 07, 2020 [EBook #63980] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: UTF-8 - -Produced by: Tim Lindell, Chuck Greif and the Online Distributed - Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This file was - produced from images generously made available by The Internet - Archive/American Libraries.) - -*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 1970: A VISION OF THE COMING -AGE *** -</pre><hr class="full" /> - -<div class="c"> -<img src="images/cover.jpg" height="550" alt="" /> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_1" id="page_1">{1}</a></span> </p> - -<div class="bbox"><div class="bboxx"> -<h1><b><big>1970.</big></b><br /><br /> -A V I S I O N</h1> - -<p class="c">OF<br /><br /> - -<big><img src="images/coming.jpg" -width="80%" -alt="THE COMING AGE." /></big> -<br /><br /><br /> -BY<br /><br /> -<i>JOHN COLLINS</i>.<br /><br /><br /> - -—— -<br /><br /> -BURLINGTON, N. J.<br /><br /> -——<br /> -1870.</p> -</div></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_2" id="page_2">{2}</a></span> </p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_3" id="page_3">{3}</a></span> </p> - -<h1><img src="images/title.jpg" -width="175" -alt="1970" -/></h1> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra"> -<img src="images/i.png" -height="60" -alt="I" /></span> WAS musing alone one hot afternoon,<br /></span> -<span class="ih">In the shade of a vine on a bright day in June;<br /></span> -<span class="ih">Not a sound in the air but the hum of the bees,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor a zephyr to sway the tops of the trees;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The cricket seemed tired of the shrill noise he made,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The butterfly folded his wings in the shade,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The flowers, so fragrant when day had begun,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No longer breathed perfume before the fierce sun:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O’er nature a dull sleepy silence had grown,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And even the clouds seemed moveless as stone.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Reclined in a chair, with my face towards the sky,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The tall posts of the telegraph thought-road near by,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I fancied I heard every word sent along,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The short business message—the tale of some wrong,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An accident, <i>not</i> on the Jersey railway,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The prices of stocks—events of the day,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The lover’s popped question, brief, pithy and sweet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The assent of his charmer, his wishes to meet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A summons to haste to the bed of a friend,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose life’s flickering taper drew near to its end,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An invite to a wedding, a lecture or ball,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A county convention—a lyceum hall;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like leaves by the wild winter wind swept along,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They came and they passed in a vast countless throng,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I watched and I listened with eager desire<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To find out what passed through the quick thrilling wire.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The date I was sure of—again and again.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_4" id="page_4">{4}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">It was “nineteen hundred and threescore and ten.”<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Came the first to a merchant of rank in Japan,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Saying “Forward those teas as soon as you can.”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In two minutes returned, “I will do as you say,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But send me the Bibles you promised to-day.”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Buy for me,” said a lady in Boston, in haste,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To a dear Cuban friend, “(I trust to your taste);<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A barrel of oranges, fresh from the tree,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A dozen pine-apples, the fairest you see,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Two bunches of large, ripe bananas—a cask<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of the best of preserves—’tis all that I ask,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And a few limes or lemons—smooth, juicy and bright,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In time to prepare for my party to-night.”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In half an hour came, propelled through the air,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The fruits and the sweets packed with exquisite care,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the fair one, delighted, sent word to each friend<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Far or near, a long sociable evening to spend.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Methought that they came by balloon or by rail,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By the pneumatic tube, by steam or by sail,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At the rate of a thousand of miles in a day,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the hub of New England hurrying away.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The next bit of news my very soul stirred,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Twas the greatest explosion that ever was heard:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An engine blew up, attached to a train<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of a hundred full cars on the Omaha plain—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To atoms it flew, but no one was hurt,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Only some of the passengers covered with dirt.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The fireman was found half a mile from the spot,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Safely lodged in a village whose name I’ve forgot,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While the engineer’s body was plunged in the sand<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hid entirely from sight save a part of one hand.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Both were struck with amaze at the quick change of base,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But the sole damage done, was a scratch on each face.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The reason was clear—their lives were insured<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And their limbs and their senses forever secured<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By a policy made with the greatest reliance<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the “Fearless Assurance and Perpetual Defiance.”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The next sound arresting my listening ear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was so soft and so musical, gentle and clear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I knew it was sent by a company famed,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_5" id="page_5">{5}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">(The Harmonic Acoustic Tube Union, named,)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To a dozen performers, each one at his home,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In London, Pekin, Paris, Athens and Rome,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To give in New York, at mass concerts free,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oratorios by telegraph under the sea.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then was heard such a hum from the mingled replies,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I could hear nothing more, but, trusting my eyes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Looked around as I strolled along each crowded street,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some items to learn or acquaintance to meet.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The houses looked strange as if turned all to stone,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With huge gaudy creepers and ivy o’ergrown.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whether brick, wood or plaster, no signs of decay<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Could be seen, though an age had no doubt rolled away<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Since each corner-stone was laid deep and fast<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By the wise master builder, all time to outlast.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Twas a certain tried method, not patent, for all<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Enjoyed, free from tax, what inventions we call.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A liquid cement was poured on each place,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That hardened in time to a smooth flinty face.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No wear could affect it—hot, cold, wet or dry,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It was always the same to the touch and the eye.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Here’s a hint” I exclaimed, “to the men of our day,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose work is so apt to break or decay.”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“We are all honest, friend!” said some one quite near,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your remark shows how little you know of us here.”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I turned to reply, but no one was in sight,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When I saw with surprise and indeed with delight,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That a double-track railway, as smooth as a floor,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had been thoroughly laid, a few years before.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A train was approaching—no whistle was heard<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In loud screeching tones to drown every word,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But, soft as the evening wind wafted along,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rung out the soft notes of that sweet Sabbath song<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“There’s a happy land, far away, far away!”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Till I thought they foretold a millenial day.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I wondered to see cars go noiselessly by,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When the rubber-tired wheels arrested my eye,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While each one inside looked calm and composed.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As they talked or they wrote, reflected or dozed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And no thought of danger produced any dread,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_6" id="page_6">{6}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">For a tall thin Director walked quickly ahead.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In less than a minute the cars disappeared,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I judged, on that line no collision was feared.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Rambling on, as before, along the wide street,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A smooth wooden pavement tempting the feet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some boys stopped to greet me in passing to school,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Twas the custom of all, not enforced by a rule.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Can you tell me, my children,” I asked, with a smile,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where to find the hotel, to tarry awhile?”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“My dear sir,” replied one with a bright, thoughtful face,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“I never have seen in my life such a place.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The word sometimes is read on history’s page.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But no buildings so-called, exist in this age.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All houses are open to strangers who find<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A home and warm friends if to stay they’re inclined.”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Then show me, I pray, Dr. Cure-em-all’s room,”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“He died long ago—none can point out his tomb.”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No sickness is known here—diseases nor pains—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But pure blood is bounding in even old veins.”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In doubt, I enquired, “Where is now Lawyer Grip?”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Oh! he gave, as they say, all his clients the slip;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some affirm that he went over seas—others think<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That he drowned his senses, and life too, in drink.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Here his sign you may see, though the letters are pale,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With the emblem beneath, a fox’s long tail.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Happy years to you, sir! to school we must haste<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor longer the precious, short study-hours waste.”<br /></span> -<span class="i2">They ran on in glee and left me alone,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Still in quest of the tavern that once I had known.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At last it appeared, but such a great change<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had been made, that it looked surprisingly strange.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The low dirty room, dark with stains and with smoke,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where revelry oft midnight sleepers awoke,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The scene of mad riot and murderous strife,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With blasphemy vile and obscenity rife,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was now the clean entrance that led to a hall,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not built, as with us, for one sect, but for all,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where the rich and the poor, a true Christian band,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In loving communion as brothers might stand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To unite in thanksgiving, with hearts in accord,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_7" id="page_7">{7}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the same risen Saviour—one Father and Lord.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Night and day tones of prayer and praise filled the air<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Till the Spirit’s blest presence seemed hovering there;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No priest, man ordained, cried, “Know, brother, the Lord!”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our High Priest and Minister gave the sure word,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While o’erhead, wreathed with clouds, in letters of light,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shone the words, “Be ye holy and clean in my sight,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For the pure in heart only my face shall behold,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And forever dwell safe in the heavenly fold.”<br /></span> -<span class="i2">How long in that temple divine was my stay,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I never have known, as no words can convey.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The sense of the bliss, and ecstacy felt<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In my spirit, unconscious of all as I knelt,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Save the heavenly gift of Infinite Love<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Descending on all from the Father above.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With one fervent prayer for His grace to sustain<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And guide me, my steps were turned earthward again.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Some ruins near by, I found to disclose<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The spot where in old time a theatre rose,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In one day by spontaneous combustion destroyed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While the place where it stood was a huge gaping void.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Men were clearing the rubbish and cinders away,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Odd relics of former years bringing to day;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Two masks that still seemed to be making grimaces,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Supposed to be dried skins of two actors’ faces;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then a long rusted steel, whose use none could divine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In a scarlet robe wrapped, with one blazoned line<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Inscribed thereupon—’twas the name of a play,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the legible words were, “The Devil’s Birthday.”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A hemlet of copper, with vizor of brass<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was seen melted down, in a black, confused mass,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With beads, trinkets, buttons and jewelry rare,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To allure the gay worldling or deck the frail fair.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“How sad!” said a voice, “they could ever bestow<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Time and thought on such follies a century ago!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But soon shall we raise on this desolate site,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A house sacred to truth, to knowledge and right,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whence millions of Bibles shall issue, to bless<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Distant nations still hungering for righteousness.”<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Musing deeply on all I had seen and had heard,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_8" id="page_8">{8}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of the wondrous changes I said not a word,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But slowly went on, of adventures in quest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In a spot with such peace and prosperity blest.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Each face, young and old, with intelligence beamed;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Every eye with love and with sympathy gleamed;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No discord was known—no unrestrained tongue<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gave utterance to words of slander or wrong;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Such a sense of true happiness filled all the air,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It seemed more than the spirit of mortal could bear;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the heavenly anthem re-echoed again,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“To God all the glory and good will to men!”<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Pure fountains of water unceasingly flowed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till all nature with health and with happiness glowed;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On every side, in long colonnade,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pines, cedars and palms, threw their deep cooling shade<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On seats, for the tired, heated travellers made;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While the thick boughs above were filled with a throng<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of birds of gay plumage and exquisite song,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unsuspicious of man, for his nature was changed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And his love for all beings, no longer estranged.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They lived and they loved the green alcoves among,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or reared, year by year, unmolested, their young.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Wrong, crime and deceit existed no more;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All houses were open—unguarded each door;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No bolts and no bars told of robbers by night,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No high prison walls offended the sight,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stores of merchandise lay exposed to full view,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For at last men were found to be honest and true.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">None was tempted one moment his neighbor to cheat,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No deception was practiced in house or on street,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But one price was asked for each article sold,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the sole money used was silver and gold.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">None knew what a panic in currency meant,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A run upon banks or a gain cent per cent;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stock gamblers on change no longer were seen,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Bulls” and “Bears,” were strange names that once might have been.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of palaces built by legalized theft<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or foul speculation, no vestige was left.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fraud in buying or selling was wholly unknown;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Light weight and short measure had obsolete grown;<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_9" id="page_9">{9}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Heaped high and pressed down and still running over<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was the sole rule and practice that I could discover,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And, as no long accounts were kept day after day,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No bankrupts were heard of—no failures to pay.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">It seemed as if flying through vast unknown space,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At last I had reached some wonderful place,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where sin had not entered to blast and defile<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Scenes blest at creation by Deity’s smile.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unlike our own earth, since the dawning of Time,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Despoiled by oppression or blackened by crime.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rambling on in this deep contemplative mood,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Before a vast pile I instinctively stood;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">High in air rose a dome on which glittered a star,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like a lonely night beacon to wanderers afar,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And on it, in lines pure as heaven’s own blue,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“The old is now past and all things are new.”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I entered—strange forms arrested the eye,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of human inventions in ages gone by;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tools for use—toys for pleasure—weapons of war,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Idols, altars and priestly shrines worshipped no more;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Here was seen the rude ponderous Chaldean plow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With the crown that adorned Melchizedek’s brow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The first harp that was made by old Tubal Cain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An image of Bel from a Syrian plain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The chariot of Pharoah, by Miriam sung,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For ages of silence with Red sea-weed hung,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now placed on the threshold of Dagon’s black shrine<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where fell the foul god, smit by vengeance divine;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Huge engines found buried in Egypt’s deep sand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No doubt, by the builders of pyramids planned,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Jewish hammers once used on the mountains of Tyre<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Persian censers where glowed perpetual fire,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pagodas from China, of porcelain rare,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gilt, silvered and papered with exquisite care,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the image of gold on Dura’s vast plain<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where the furnace of fire was thrice heated in vain.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Here, lay the light frame of an Indian canoe,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There, a square Roman gallery attracted the view.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All these and a thousand more relics of old,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In its measureless rooms did the edifice hold.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_10" id="page_10">{10}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">But, greater by far, both in number and cost,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of murderous implements grim war could boast,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To cut, maim and mingle the fair human form<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In private revenge or in battle’s wild storm.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In another huge hall lay the rough knotty brand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Still stained as it dropped from Cain’s murderous hand;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The spears and the swords of nations of yore,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ere the deluge a vile generation swept o’er.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Here stood the old chariots, each wheel with a scythe,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Beneath which men prostrate in anguish would writhe,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There, ranged as in former stern battle array<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shone the armor of brass used in Rome’s warlike day,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Helmets, spears, shields, javelins, pikes, swords and slings<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the banners, surmounted by eagles’ broad wings.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The cross-bows of England and rude culverin<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Side by side with the Fijean war-club were seen.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The battle-axe, steeped in Mohammedan gore,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Indian tomahawk—Scottish claymore<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the rude scalping knife of the savage there lay<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With the civilized bayonet rusting away.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Guns, pistols, revolvers, mortars, cannon and bombs<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Were placed in the midst of gongs and of drums.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Here new patent rifles from near and from far<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Disclosed the latest improvements in war.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All sorts of vessels for fight were displayed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Malayan war junk, for piracy made,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The frigate, with rows of black guns gaping wide,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the iron-ribbed Monitor’s steel-plated side.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">On the long lofty walls of the building, were hung<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Scenes of strife, from the day that our planet was young,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the hour, when mankind, by one solemn vow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Were pledged no longer such crimes to allow.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Twas a sickening sight—like demons from hell,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Glared the eyes of the wounded and dying who fell,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Trampled down in hot haste, like the mire in the street,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unregarded or spurned by the wayfarers’ feet.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Above, the dun war-clouds their canopy drew,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And with horror I shrunk from the terrible view,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Weeping much that man, made in likeness divine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To conflict and bloodshed should ever incline.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_11" id="page_11">{11}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">But, as gleams of bright silver will oft line a cloud<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cold, dismal and black as a funeral shroud,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So, high o’er the red tide of battle, a scroll<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Inscribed by an angel-hand, seemed to unroll:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“The work of the just and the righteous is peace—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Its effect, rest and surety that never shall cease.”<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Light breaking again in my sorrowful heart,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With more cheerful feelings I rose to depart,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But again was amazed, more relics to find<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of the devil’s vast power and rule o’er mankind.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Man’s record was here with Slavery’s stains,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Its whips and its handcuffs—its fetters and chains.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the midst, the old time-worn whipping-post stood,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Its platform deep stained with long streams of blood,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And on it the form of a suppliant slave<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Beseeching for mercy and aid no one gave.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Jeers and taunts from the crowd were the only reply<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And demoniac hate shone forth from each eye.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Near by was an auction, whence rose the loud cry,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Likely negroes for sale! come, gentlemen, buy!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Here goes a mulatto, young, handsome and sound,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Note her beautiful teeth, her limbs smooth and round.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mark her elegant bust, her long glossy hair,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And her ankle that will with Venus’ compare.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Such a bright, lovely face is not seen every day;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then put her up, gentlemen, what do you say?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not a thousand is bid!—she must go on the shelf;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At such a low price I will take her myself.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Two thousand! “down came the quick hammer, “she’s gone.”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The auctioneer growled in a low sneering tone,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the only reply was the slave’s subdued groan.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Here’s another chance, gentlemen—come near the stand!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A healthy young negress, brought up by hand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her regular teeth prove her yet in her prime,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While her well-knitted arms tell of work in her time.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She can cook, wash and iron—pick cotton or sew,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the twins at her side, productiveness show.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We will sell them together or singly, as best<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You may judge, for their owner no choice has expressed.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How much shall I have for the mother, alone?<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_12" id="page_12">{12}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Tis a positive sale of flesh and of bone—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Six hundred is all that I hear—what a price!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You may double it safely, is all my advice.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Seven, eight—cheap as dirt! nine, ten, are you done?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A bargain for you, sir! an A., number one!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And now for a boy; stand up, you young dog!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Don’t be blubbering there like a water-soaked log;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Give a fair bid at once—right quick, if you please,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My friends, for I shall not dwell long upon these!”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“O! massa!” for mercy, my darling boys buy!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cried the wo-stricken mother, “without them I die!”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A tittering laugh was the sole answer given,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But I knew that appeal was recorded in heaven.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Again the sharp ring of the hammer was heard,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And with it, the oath-enforced threatening word,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Tear the niggers apart, gag the woman’s black mouth!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let the young rascals stay while she goes further south.”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I felt my blood boil—my arm rising to deal<br /></span> -<span class="i0">One blow at the wretch, conscience hardened as steel,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When a low, gentle voice I could but obey,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whispered: “Vengeance is mine—I the Lord, will repay!”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Looking upwards, sweet faces, like angels’ were seen,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of those who the friends of the bondsman had been.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Once, hated and scorned by the proud ones of earth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">None could tell in that day the amount of their worth.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They toiled to remove all oppression and crime,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With faith ever strong in their mission sublime.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the white harvest field, ’till their sands were all run,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the welcome was heard, “Faithful servant! well done!”<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Once more, to another apartment I turned;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My bosom, with more indignation yet burned,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When I viewed all the engines of torture employed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Under guise of religion, when thousands destroyed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Confessed before man a God answering prayer,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And died in the faith they had lived to declare.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Here were thumbscrews, racks, pillories, scaffolds and thongs—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Here, the irons oft-heated to bore human tongues,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With the chains and the whips to torment, maim and slay<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Christian sufferers in dungeons remote from the day.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the middle arose the huge black corner stone<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_13" id="page_13">{13}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of that building of Rome, long centuries known,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When the devil’s own priests loved to torture and pain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And autos de-fe soiled the blue skies of Spain.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“O! shame!” I exclaimed, that Satan should bind<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In such hellish arts the souls of mankind—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That man, the object of Infinite Love.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The cruelest foe to his brother should prove!”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Too true, my dear sir,” a mild voice replied,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And, turning, I saw an old man at my side,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose silver locks swept his broad shoulders—whose brow<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Showed no furrow or scar from Time’s rugged plow;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His eye beaming bright as in infancy’s days,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While his every word seemed attuned unto praise.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Too true! but ’tis past—all the horrors of war,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Persecution and slavery, now are no more.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This edifice, piled with mementos of sin,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tells how wicked and vile former ages have been,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When, to deepest abysses of infamy hurled,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They lived and they died without God in the world.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But, thanks be to Him, the Father and Son—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An unending reign of peace hath begun,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the Holy Spirit now circling the earth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All creation is pure as when called into birth.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But few enter here—too painful the sight—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Other scenes, other objects our people invite;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To do good and communicate is our sole aim<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And our works prove, as Christians, we merit the name.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then mourn not, my friend, at the picture of crime<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That polluted the world and the record of Time,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Up! pilgrim! I bid thee, God-speed on thy way<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Till it lead through the mists to perpetual day!”<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I arose—deep gratitude filling my heart,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From such a wise counsellor, loth to depart.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Many thanks,” I rejoined, “for thy true kindness shown—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Henceforth I will look on the bright side alone.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Farewell! for thou art well, thy words clearly prove<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Though thy home be on earth, thy life is above!”<br /></span> -<span class="i2">We parted, with souls in communion true,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He, to point out the past, I my path to pursue.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Deep musing upon the old things I had seen.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_14" id="page_14">{14}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">To doubt almost inclined that such had e’er been,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But in grateful emotion that vice, crime and war<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O’er this our fair earth should run riot no more,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I stood by the edge of a wide and deep bay,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose blue waters mingled with ocean’s white spray;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On its shore vessels lay with canvass full furled,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While others were fitting to sail round the world.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They floated as light on the clear glassy tide<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As snow-breasted swans in their beauty and pride;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Buoyed up by some new—some magical art,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The gentlest zephyr impelled them to start,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And when, leaving port, the wind filled each sail,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They skimmed the wide waters like leaves in a gale.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But, far stranger than these—a wonderful sight,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">High above, were vast air-ships, with pinions as light<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As those of the sea bird, that, day after day,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unwearied, in solitude wings its long way.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bright streamers on every side gracefully swayed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now tossed high in air and now pendent in shade,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I read, as I stood mid the gathering crowd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“The Arrow, the Meteor, the Swift Flying Cloud,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Sunbeam, Wave, Northern Light, Iris,” and more,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Moored proudly above that dense peopled shore.”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Twas a glorious sight as they swung in the air,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Impatient, as ’twere, their burden to bear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And, tempted, I stepped up a spiral stairway,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A short flying visit to Europe to pay.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rung the note of departure—outspread the huge wings,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And we rose, so to speak, o’er terrestrial things.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fainter came from the crowd each last parting cheer,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Till in one confused hum, they were lost to the ear.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Faded then from the sight the houses and trees<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As we went higher up, swept along by the breeze,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the land and the sea far below in mist lay,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Till we lost sight of mountain, rock, river and bay.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And now as the twilight still deepened to night,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O’erhead shone the stars in a full blaze of light,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the broad calm expanse of ocean below<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We saw like another bright galaxy glow.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So fair was the scene, I asked one near by,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_15" id="page_15">{15}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Do tempests ne’er blow or clouds darken your sky?”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“No! no! my good friend, by Omniscient decree,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From storm, fire and flood, earth forever is free.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The elements now are propitious to man,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And nothing now mars a wise Deity’s plan.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The winds are not fickle nor faithless the deep,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For He, who hath promised, His sure word will keep.”<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For many an hour I gazed at the sky,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unwilling to shut from such splendor my eye,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Till, tired at the thought of infinite space,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I sought in the cabin, a calm resting place.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It was filled with guests from every land.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From cold Labrador to Afric’s hot sand—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Chinaman, Hindoo, Turk, Arab and Jew,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Men in fact, from all parts of the old world and new.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The light that illumed the spacious saloon<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was as white and as clear as the midsummer moon;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Twas the pure beam galvanic, soft, steady and free<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From all noxious fumes that with health disagree.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I heard that the engine that moved our light bark<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was the same that gave out the bright flashing spark;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That no oil was now used, nor explosive compound,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On earth, among all nations was found,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And light, heat and motion at last were attained,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By one simple and practical instrument gained.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The sides of that noble apartment were dressed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With gems of rare art from the east and the west;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Here a statue stood poised, just ready to fly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There, a picture of Saturn’s new belt caught the eye,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And one thing I noticed—or fiction, or fact,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The good of mankind prompted every act—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nay, the converse of all, whether light, grave or gay,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was married by no folly, whate’er men night say.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But the bell sounded one—I entered my berth.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To rest in mid air, safe as on the firm earth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all the night long heard the quivering beat<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of the wings in their slow and measured repeat.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Up! sunrise is reddening the earth and the sky!”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cried the voice of some one, without waiting reply,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I sprang from my couch to watch the long gleam<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_16" id="page_16">{16}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tip our beautiful pennon with morning’s first beam.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It came and it bathed in warm rosy hue<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The vessel, as faster through light mists it flew,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till we thought of that word that once echoed sublime,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Light! be!” and Day marked the divisions of time.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thus we winged our swift course through the cool upper air,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now meeting a ship in the atmosphere rare,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now skimming above the blue boundless deep<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With its waves by warm zephyrs lulled softly to sleep.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At last a gray cloud seemed to rise in the north;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It neared us—and soon the glad sea-cry went forth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Land! ho! ’tis old England—her white cliffs arise!”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And we crowd to the front in joy and surprise.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There it lay, in green beauty, but not as of yore,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With its forts and its cannon bristling the shore;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All hushed were the thunders that rolled o’er the land<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And no vessels of war polluted her strand.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We stopped just above the world-renowned mart<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of London, where science, wealth, learning and art,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The treasures of ages, in countless store lay,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Reserved ’till the dawn of a happier day.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then, softly descending, we stepped on firm ground<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To view the new objects and people around.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The grim Tower rose before us—we entered the gate,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unguarded, as once by stern orders of state,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For the jewels that in the rich diadems shone,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No longer could tempt one to take for his own.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Exposed on all sides, were rich scepters of kings,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tiaras, pearls, gems and a thousand bright things,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Once prized as the emblems of place and of power,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But now thought mere childish toys of the hour.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The vestments of royalty too were displayed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Silk, satin, chenille, velvet, plush and brocade,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With exquisite work of silver and gold,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In fine threads that shone on each rich wavy fold,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I heard with surprise an attendant confess,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Twas the work of long years to complete a court dress.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“What folly!” I cried, “to deck the outside<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With garments to flatter and foster one’s pride,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While the soul, the true being, of measureless worth,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_17" id="page_17">{17}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is less prized and less cared for than mean things of earth.”<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Where now are the lions,” I asked, “once confined,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Brute prisoners, to show the power of mankind?”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“O! their nature was changed and unchained now they roam,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To find in the wide world, food, shelter and home.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The curse that on Adam in Paradise fell,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Scattering seeds of hate, desolation and hell,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is now gone forever—no wild beasts abound,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And at last in his works God’s true image is found.”<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Looking down on the river, I marked its calm face<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Half hid by white sails from every place,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The strange looking junk from distant Japan,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unchanged in its form since the empire began,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The light buoyant bark of more modern time,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Adapted for use in every clime,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The swift gliding steamer with paddle or screw,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The frigate, no longer exposing to view<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Its port-holes whence issued the missiles of war—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For strife, hate and conflict existed no more.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A hundred bright flags were floating in air,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Each, the name of some country or race to declare;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not, as once, the proud banner to wave in the fight,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The theme of the poet—the warrior’s delight,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But the emblem of peace and of love among men<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Long ago sung by angels on Bethlehem’s plain.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Twas a glorious sight—but I could not delay;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So, descending the Tower, swiftly passed on my way.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">All the streets seemed alive with a slow-moving throng,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But no jostling was known as they travelled along;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Every one knew another, each face beamed with joy<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And nought was heard, seen, or felt to annoy.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The streets and the pavements were so smoothly laid,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For safety and ease, both for man and beast made,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That one might walk on from morning till night.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unfatigued, to enjoy each varying sight.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A thousand wide stores were thrown open to view.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Piled with goods whose use our fathers ne’er knew.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There were garments for all, without stitch or seam,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Robes dyed as in colors of sunset’s rich beam,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wings on frames, to be used on the earth or in air.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_18" id="page_18">{18}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">With speed on his journey the pilgrim to bear;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But time will not allow me the list to rehearse<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of all these strange sights, in this fugitive verse;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Suffice it to say, every thing that I saw<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was strictly conformed to one excellent law<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That forbade all mankind to make or to use<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Any goods that a Christian would ever refuse.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No trimmings nor ribbons hung flying around,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No vile trashy novels on book shelves were found,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No flaring, gay posters announced some bold lie<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Made only to catch the gaping crowd’s eye.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No cards in the windows were seen to declare<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That the cheapest and best in the world were sold there;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No drinking saloons stared full in one’s face,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No compounders of liquors were seen in the place;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They had all gone below with the spirits accursed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of all Satan’s agents the vilest and worst.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tobacco was none—no smoker’s breath there<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Annoyed the nice sense or corrupted the air.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Surprised at the fact, “How is this? I enquired,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When a patriarch near me, in pure white attired.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Replied, “Is it true that one being on earth<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Knows not that the world was reformed in new birth!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have heard, when a boy, my grandsire affirm<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That the plant in one night was destroyed by a worm,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And never since then, half a century ago,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Has any one seen it or known it to grow;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The panic from pole to equator was great<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As any past earthquake was known to create,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And some ventured to say that thousands indeed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Would die for the want of their favorite weed.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But the prophecy failed—from disuse followed health,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Purer lives, better morals and wisdom and wealth.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And where are the dram shops—the houses for dance,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where, heated by wine and lost as in trance,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Full many a maiden drank, stumbled and fell,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(Once pure as a snow-flake) from heaven to hell.”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Alas! my dear friend, how little you know<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of the great revolution the world now can show.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When mankind o’er the globe acknowledged the sway<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_19" id="page_19">{19}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of the great King of kings all are bound to obey,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All sin disappeared; lust, passion and crime<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No longer defiled the annals of Time;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">None dared to entice his weak brother to wrong,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">None wished to provoke or by action or tongue,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">None, the health or the comfort of one living soul<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For a moment would wish to restrain or control.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And with feelings like these, who, the heavens below,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Could continue a trade fraught with ruin and wo!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No! no! pure religion can never annoy<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The peace of mankind or their good-will destroy.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For if God, as his works clearly argue, be love,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose dwelleth in Him shall his follower prove.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Every thing that the soul of man can defile,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is purged from the earth by Deity’s smile.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who hath cleansed the whole world, through his only Son’s blood,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And seen, as in Paradise, all his works good.”<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Delightful!” I cried, “that all evil hath ceased,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And man from the thraldom of sin is released;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who e’er would have dared, amid doubts and fears<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To predict such a change in the past hundred years?”<br /></span> -<span class="i2">We parted, and, entering a new city car<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On polished rails sliding, without noise or jar,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I was soon the rich and green pastures among,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In history famed and by poets long sung.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lovely hamlets and villages dotted each vale,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While the sweet breath of wild flowers scented the gale.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The vine clung to the roof with its clusters of fruit,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The fig, fearless of winter, expanded each shoot,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the bright golden orange gleamed through the dark leaves<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where the robin her nest built beneath the low leaves.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I looked, but could see no idler there,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sounds of labor alone arose on the air,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Each his neighbor would aid if his own part were done.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From day’s early dawn to the set of the sun,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As a bee hive, the land seemed with people alive.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all nature in peace and in plenty to thrive;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By the wayside stood rows of wide spreading trees<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose yield or whose shade could refresh or could please.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For one law reigned o’er all—each, with Christian regard.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_20" id="page_20">{20}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sought his neighbor’s best good as his own rich reward.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I looked for the buildings benevolence reared—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There were none, for the paupers had all disappeared;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No blind, sick, deaf, lame, or feeble of mind,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In all my wide wanderings on earth could I find.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The homes for the friendless, deserted or poor,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Vainly hoped by their founders, all time to endure,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Were devoted to Science, not blind, as of old,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When Alchemy sought to turn dross into gold,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But certain and true, illumed from on high,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the pure Fount of light ever turning her eye,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There were school rooms, lyceums and vast lecture halls<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With all treasures of Time, densely filling the walls,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While professors of every known science and art,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sought the mind to inform or to lead the young heart.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The longs rows of workshops for artisans made,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No longer their low, dusty windows displayed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where faint, toil-worn hundreds met sickness and death<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the close stifling air, corrupted by breath;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But sunlight enlivened each lofty-walled room<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And each rounded cheek showed freshness and bloom.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The master was ever the workers among,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their health to secure—not their labors prolong.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No law was required—as a Christian, he knew<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He to others should act as he wished them to do.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No poisonous gas was floating in air<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sowing germs of disease and of death everywhere,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For the vapors evolved, by chemical skill<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Were innocuous made, other ends to fulfil.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The men who long delved in the deep gloomy mine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mid’ the fire-damp, allowed their bright lanterns to shine;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As the light they now used created no heat,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Twere idle to think any danger to meet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the air, so mephitic of old time, became<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As oxygen pure, when it met the soft flame.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Roamed the deer through the streets of the populous town.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not now with swift steeds and fierce dogs hunted down.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The fox and the hare lived in the same den<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On intimate terms, unmolested by men,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Every beast, bird or fish, by night and by day,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_21" id="page_21">{21}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">No longer regarded each other its prey,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But, protected by man, to his friendship proved true,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And love bound all creatures in league ever new.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nought was seen, nought was heard but gladness and praise<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For the blessings that crowned those bright halcyon days,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And even from Erin thanksgiving was heard,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Till the gray crags of Scotland with echoes were stirred.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I returned to the sea where the white cliffs arose<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As landmarks to show how the tide ebbs and flows;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Adieu to Old England! exulting, I cried,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where order, peace, love and religion abide!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of the nations who spent blood and treasure in war,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She, who once was the first, ambitious no more,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now sends forth her people to each distant land<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To teach and to preach at the Saviour’s command!”<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As I gazed o’er the deep, entranced at the view,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not a vapor or cloud dimmed the fair boundless blue.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At my feet the waves with joy seemed to dance<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Through the piers of an air-tube, the high road to France,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And, lying at ease on a rich velvet bed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Impelled like an arrow, in safety I sped<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O’er the channel that washes each bold rocky shore,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">First united—then severed—but now linked once more.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The manners of every one caused such surprise,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unprepared as I was, I could scarce trust my eyes.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The butterfly airs and the light lively tone<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By which, time out of mind, the Frenchman was known.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had been changed to a sober yet cheerful address<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Marked with smiles and true dignity, few can express.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Every look, every gesture evinced that they knew<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That courtesy based on religion is true.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">All frivolity gone—vain amusements forgot,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I found not in city or country one spot,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where an opera, ball-room or theatre stood<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To arouse evil thoughts or to stifle the good.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Sabbath, profaned for long centuries past,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was observed, not by sorrowful penance or fast,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But the nation obeyed the divine command given,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To rest and to worship one day in seven.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The gay gardens and palaces, open of yore,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_22" id="page_22">{22}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where drinkers and dancers by turns trod the floor,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Were thronged by a multitude ever inclined<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To read or to hear what would profit the mind.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No imperial rule forced each class to obey,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No autocrat, king or dictator held sway,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A firm free Republic framed long time ago,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Proved popular still, as Time’s chronicles show.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No soldier police stood guard to detect,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Arrest or confine—there was none to suspect.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Throughout the wide land not a murmur was heard.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No quarrel was known—none spake an ill word,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I thought, as I travelled through country or town,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Twas as if heaven itself, to earth had come down.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">We passed on the rail, swift as birds cleave the air,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Vales dotted with villages—mountain peaks bare,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But tinged in the sunlight with soft golden hue,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For many a league ’till the Alps met our view.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There they stood—their proud forms towering up in the sky<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But no traces of glaciers or snow, met the eye;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Since the time all mankind had known the new birth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">One perpetual spring had encircled the earth.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cold, heat, frost, storm and ice were unknown;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No earthquakes now rumbled beneath each broad zone;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Volcanoes were none—their fires were decayed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And cities no longer in ruins were laid.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As the slopes of Italian vales caught the sight,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Every glance at the scene called forth new delight.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The sun-embrowned peasants in vineyard or field<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Were tilling each crop or gathering the yield.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rich clambering vines o’er the road threw their shade,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The tropic banana its broad leaf displayed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While the palm, like a monarch with sceptre and crown,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O’er the lowlier trees of the forest looked down.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The olive, the fig and the pomegranate there<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Repaid in abundance the laborer’s care,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the mingled perfume of a thousand sweet flowers,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like incense arose from the thick orange bowers.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But the train still sped on, and now in the haze<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That purpled the hills in the sun’s level rays,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The columns and temples of Rome rose in view,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_23" id="page_23">{23}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Spires, domes and palaces, ancient and new.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We entered where once the chariots rolled<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the vast Coliseum, when centuries old<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Saw the sandy arena clotted with gore,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While above the death groan rung the lion’s wild roar.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No longer the massive walls crumbled and fell,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Its decay and its ruin for ages to tell;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The huge pile was now used for a far higher aim<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than the praise of a pagan emperor’s name.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rebuilt and remodelled, it rung with the cry,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Our Lord, GOD omnipotent reigneth on high!”<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To the city then hastening, I marked with surprise,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No Romish processions attracted all eyes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No beggars, the pest of the traveller, were seen,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No long lines of priests with crosses between,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No nuns in black robes paraded the street,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No close-shaven monks with bare head and feet.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The poverty, dirt and all the vile trade<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That beggary everywhere brings to its aid.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Existed no more in that land once debased,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(Their name and remembrance forever effaced.)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Each dark piercing eye with a purer light shone,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Passion, anger and feuds were entirely unknown.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the love, the apostle once preached, by God’s grace,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Inspired every heart and lit up each face.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Soon we neared the vast—the magnificent shrine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where once to base man was paid homage divine;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The noble proud dome named St. Peter’s of old,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the warm sunset gleaming resplendent as gold.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No cross now surmounted the dizzying height,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A star hung above it, as pure and as bright<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As the one that once stood o’er the manger and bed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where the Saviour of sinners first rested his head.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I entered the courts, for hundreds of years<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Trod by the pilgrims deluded, in sorrow and tears,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where thousands knelt bowing to image or cross,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">More than true worship loving the world and its dross.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No crucifix now was lifted on high,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No priest called for penance from crowds passing by,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No form carved in ivory, wood, brass or stone,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_24" id="page_24">{24}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mocked the traits that belong to the Godhead alone.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No sensuous pictures of Virgin and child<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pleased the mass, to false adoration beguiled.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A light, clear and holy, words cannot express,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pervaded the spot and illumined each recess,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As the hosts of the faithful from every land,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Admired the change wrought by Almighty command,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In that temple where infancy, manhood and youth<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Worshipped God, their Creator, in spirit and truth.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Does the Pope,” I enquired, “in the Vatican live,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the people yet think he their sins can forgive?”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Oh! no!” said a gray-haired old man at my side.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Many years have elapsed since the last Pontiff died.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On a far distant shore, exiled, pining he lay,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His soul filled with remorse at the thought of that day,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When he claimed, in his pride, God’s vicegerent to be,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Receiving vile homage of lip and of knee.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of all the long line of the popes, there was none<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Save he, who confessed to his Saviour alone;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet, through mercy divine, his own sins forgiven,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His purified soul passed from earth into heaven.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This house, once the scene of debauch and of crime,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where blasphemy reigned supreme at one time,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now, sacred to worship, pure, heart-felt and true,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is blest with a Presence old ages ne’er knew.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Here the gospel is preached, undefiled as of yore,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By Science, so called, to false doctrines the door,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For the Scriptures, first penned for the comfort of men,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are read by the light of the Spirit again.”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Do the people to image or crucifix bow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or the priests for all crimes absolution allow?”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“From your question, my friend, I judge that you came<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From some other planet, unknown yet by name,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or perhaps may have slumbered, unconscious of time,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While the world was restored in its innocent prime.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Come then to the halls where Science combined,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With truth and religion enlighten the mind,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where genius, art and sound reason are found,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And errors of schoolmen no longer abound.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Superstition has fled, like the mists of the night,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_25" id="page_25">{25}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dispersed when the sun comes in glorious light.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rome, once the foul den of crime, lust and sin,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is purged from all evil, her precincts within,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Remain then and see what treasures untold<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They who witness Messiah’s blest advent, behold.”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Time presses,” I said, “in an hour I must start<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In an ocean-bound steamer, ready to part.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thanks for all I have seen and have heard thee declare;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And now, to the New World, glad tidings I bear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That the kingdoms of earth all acknowledge the Lord,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Redeemed and restored by his life giving word.”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We parted—then taking some newly-formed shoes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For swift and sure travel on water to use,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I passed down the Tiber—not yellow as when<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Its stained turbid wave, washed valley and glen,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But sparkling, fresh, clear and pure as the dew<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That on every spray reflects heaven’s own blue.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">White villas, temples and towns lined the shore,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the gondolier sung, as he dipped his light oar,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While the hills echoed back the sweet solemn hymn,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From morning’s first dawn, ’till the daylight grew dim.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With long rapid strides o’er the waters I sped<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And distanced the sea-gulls that flew o’er my head;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Soon the wide river entered a rich, grassy plain<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where its fresh waters mingled with those of the main.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There, lay the fair vessel with quivering wings<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like a bird on the tree-top that flutters and sings,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Just ready to soar through the measureless sky,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O’er mead, hill and vale, and precipice high.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The clarion rung—we left Italy’s shore,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the old classic sea were fast flying o’er;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In a day we touched Cadiz—that bold rocky height<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where the guns of Gibraltar once blazed in the fight,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But now streaming with flags from every clime,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In token that Peace held dominion sublime.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Twas dusk—a brilliant red rocket flew high<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O’er the vertical wall far up in the sky,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While another swept down in the ocean below<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And lingered long after in roseate glow.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The parting salute, with cheer upon cheer,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_26" id="page_26">{26}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was answered, ’till sound died away on the ear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And nothing was heard but the murmuring deep<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of the wings’ measured stroke inviting to sleep.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We glided as swift on the ocean’s expanse<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As the leaves that in the wild hurricane dance.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The sea glowed with fire from creatures unknown,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Brighter far than the stars in the zenith they shone.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And myriad flocks of strange sea birds lay<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On the face of the deep, awaiting the day.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No moon rose that night, but e’re twilight was gone,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The sky seemed to glow with a rich northern dawn,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And not ’till our flag in the morning breeze swayed.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Did its soft lambent light from the firmament fade.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thus for three days and nights we skimmed the blue main,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now watching the air ships again and again,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now noting far down in the green, glassy brine,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Iron vessels with fins—a submarine line,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Propelled by galvanic action alone,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And made to explore ocean’s chambers unknown.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Meantime I conversed with some that I knew<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Came from far distant climes, new wonders to view,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of the change wrought on earth since the era began<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When Christ reigned supreme, acknowledged by man.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No pen could describe nor could language declare<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The glory His saints were permitted to share,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When the devil and all his foul works were destroyed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And happiness dwelt in each heart unalloyed.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“But how,” I inquired, “was the old world renewed?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In a day by Omniscient fiat made good?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or purged in long years from sin and its leaven,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Till God saw on its bosom the image of heaven?”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“As a thief in the night breaks in unaware,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So flashed on the earth, mid its pleasure and care,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A splendor surpassing the sun’s noontide ray<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Foretelling the dawn of millenial day.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Attended by thousands of saints came the Lord,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To bless his redeemed and to drive the abhorred.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As erst he once drove the angels that fell<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From allegiance, down from high heaven to hell.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But ’till then, increased both evil and good,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_27" id="page_27">{27}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">As men a false phantom or true peace pursued.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Though tales of new crime thrilled the ear and the soul,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The spirit of prayer seemed its power to control;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Reform spread, as years rolled rapidly by,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And at last from all races beneath every sky,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With shouts of thanksgiving and praises again<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Earth echoed the cry, “Alleluia! Amen!”<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But the soft evening wind that our light bark swept o’er,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Flower-scented, announced we were nearing the shore,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And ere night’s somber curtain had veiled the red sky,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The glare of bright lamps arrested the eye.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Twas a populous city of wealth and of fame,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Filled with thousands of every class, country and name.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I passed through the streets—no tumult was there,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No low profane words polluted the air.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No theatre belched out at midnight a throng<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Inflamed with drugged wine and lascivious song;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All was peaceful and still, as a calm Sabbath day,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For man was no more to his brother a prey.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Each dwelling I entered revealed the true sign<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of Christian communion—the Presence Divine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For they in whose souls His graces abide,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In each other’s friendship forever confide.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fatigued with my journey—deprived of my rest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Long time I remained in that city a guest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pondering deeply on all I had seen and had heard<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Till my soul from its deepest recesses was stirred.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">There was seen in all things such a marvellous change,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">One could hardly imagine an era so strange;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Here a library stood with its wide open door,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The clerks and librarian needed no more,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As the readers took works from their place on the shelves<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And duly returned them uninjured themselves.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No comic nor frivolous lectures were known,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Instruction and knowledge were sought for alone,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There were schools for the infant, the child and the aged;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In all labors of love the fair sex was engaged;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No voting was heard of—no taxes were paid,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For religion from government needed no aid.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Throughout the wide world not a vestige was found<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_28" id="page_28">{28}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of weeds that for ages were known to abound,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor a poisonous serpent to sting or annoy,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor an insect, the rich harvest hopes to destroy.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The sun, moon and stars each in turn gave their light,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">One scorched not by day, while the rest warmed the night;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And nature was fair as the garden of God,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Paradise once by angel feet trod.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Blest world!” I exclaimed, “all honor and praise<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Be to Him who now rules these millenial days!”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With fervor I spoke—raised my hand towards the sky,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And heard the soft whisper of some one near by;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then turned just in time to see sunset’s last gleam,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When the present rushed back, and lo! ’twas a dream!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p class="c"><img src="images/end.png" -width="150" -alt="" -/></p> - -<hr class="full" /> -<pre style='margin-top:6em'> -*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 1970: A VISION OF THE COMING AGE *** - -This file should be named 63980-h.htm or 63980-h.zip - -This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: -http://www.gutenberg.org/6/3/9/8/63980/ - -Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions will -be renamed. - -Creating the works from print editions not protected by U.S. copyright -law means that no one owns a United States copyright in these works, -so the Foundation (and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United -States without permission and without paying copyright -royalties. 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