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ST. JOHN.

[REVELAT. XXI. 14.]

I.

THE Church-how glorious to behold

Her stately Towers arise,

How flash her steepling Spires of gold
Along the Eastern skies!

Her Master-Builder was the Lord,

His skilful Hand alone

Her Twelve Foundations, deep and broad,

Based on the Living Stone.

II.

But all its sheen of dazzling light
To coldest shadows paled,

Beside the splendours of the sight
To mortal eyes unveiled-
Amid the wild Ægæan wave,
When rapt in holy awe,

John, in his lonely island cave,

Prophetic vision saw.

III.

There, on the Holy Mountain's height

The City gleamed afar ;

The glory of the Lord her light,

The bright and Morning Star.

Earth's countless tribes, redeemed from sin, Wore there the saintly crown,

And mightiest kings but entered in

To cast their greatness down.

IV.

Far as the eye could range, it shone

All glorious to behold,

From rampart to foundation-stone,

One blaze of glittering gold.

Twelve Stones composed the massive base,

Each stone a radiant gem;

Such an Archangel's brows to grace

Might form a diadem.

V.

On every stone a Name was graved,
Graved by an Angel's hand.

None but the spirits of the Saved
The Name could understand.

But John, to whose all-favoured eyne

Heaven's mysteries were unsealed,

To him that hour by gift divine

The cipher was revealed.

VI.

And, as the titles he discerned

Those Twelve Foundations bore,

His human heart within him burned,

With ecstasy of awe.

Eleven his brethren's names, long passed

To Judgment there foreshown

O miracle of Love, the last

Bore legibly his own!

VII.

Blest Saint; the written Word declares, By many a text approved,

How just the name that there he bears, "whom Jesus loved."

The man

He oft, when others feared to speak,

The common wish expressed:

When others sate apart, his cheek

Leaned on the Saviour's breast.

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VIII.

He saw the robe of Sovereign Power,
On Tabor's heights displayed;

He marked the Agonizing Hour
By Kedron's garden shade,
He, in the awful mid-day gloom,
Looked on the Holy Dead;

He only of the riven Tomb
The secret rightly read.

IX.

He trod the earth's remotest wild,

And dared his Lord to own

Before the Desert's ruthless child,

The Cæsar on his throne:

Heaven's secret truths his lips revealed,

Hell's iron bonds he broke ;

He bade the sick, and they were healed; The dead, and they awoke.

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