UK Bible Students Website.Poem for the Day
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SEE the mystic Weaver sitting
High in Heaven—His loom below;
Up
and down the treadles go.
Takes, for web, the world’s
dark ages.
Takes, for woof, the kings and sages,
Takes the nobles and their pages,
Takes all nations and all stages.
Thrones are bobbins in His shuttle,
Armies make them scud and scuttle—
Web into the woof must flow;
Up
and down the nations go! At the Weaver’s will they go!
Calmly see the mystic Weaver
Throw His shuttle to and fro;
‘Mid the noise and wild confusion,
Well the Weaver seems to know
What each motion, and commotion,
What each fusion, and confusion. In the grand result will show!
Glorious wonder! What a weaving!
To
the dull, beyond believing!
Such no fabled ages know,
Only faith can see the Mystery,
How along the aisles of history,
Where the feet of sages go,
Loveliest to the fairest eyes, Grand the mystic tapet lies!
Soft and smooth, and ever-spreading, As
if made for angels’ treading— Tufted circles touching ever:
Every figure has its plaidings,
Brighter forms and softer shadings,
Each illumined—what a riddle— From a cross that gems the middle.
‘Tis a saying—some reject it— That its light is all reflected;
That the tapet’s lines are given By
a Sun that shines in Heaven!
‘Tis believed—by all believing—
That great God, Himself, is weaving,
Bringing out the world’s dark Mystery, In
the light of faith and history;
And, as web and woof diminish,
Comes the grand and glorious finish,
When begin the Golden Ages, Long foretold by seers and sages.
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