ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀ ʙᴇᴀᴍ.
ʙʏ ᴍ. ꜱᴛ. ᴊᴏʜɴ.
"AND THE SON OF THE STAR BEAM SAID,"
Now Look o'er yonder dark abyss,
Steadfastly fix your gaze upon
The ether blue, that links with this,
It's own, and other worlds beyond;
Dreams hover o'er this boundless space,
Making the first faint bridge between
God and his created race;
The author of each living thing.
He look'd, and lo! the landscape roll'd
Through mellow light beneath his feet,
It open'd wider like a scroll,
Till lost within the boundless deep,
Meandering through that hallow'd light,
A river, of pure water flow'd,
And on its banks the tree of life,
For healing of the nations grow'd.
He woke, and there pass'd 'twixt heaven and him,
Vapors that vail'd his longing eyes,
They hung around the moon's pale rim
Like clouds around the orient skies.
Originally published in The Primitive Expounder (v. III, n. 17) of 16 July 1846.