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The Cup Of Oblivion.
THE CUP OF OBLIVION .
And times there are when , from its home of clay , The spirit walks to hold communion deep With those who long from life have passed away , Vet still on earth a holy vigil keep . The Musts t > f . Uemw # , by Brt > . J . K Smith , IT was after one of those extraordinary scenes whicli have lately taken place in the Grand Lod—scenes which have left to the mind of the
ge zealous Mason much to mourn and much to reflect upon—that I returned to my solitary chamber , chewing the cud of many solemn thoughts . Discord had thrown her golden apple to the Order—passion ancl injustice had rent the veil of the Holy of Holies , and the sacred Ark of Masonry trembled in its sanctuary . Vainly did I ponder in my mind TH ? me ns bv wlli . ch the m ' on S S he righted , and harmony restored . I hat the painful impression was general , I had seen too much to doubt . had read it in the
I thoughtful brows of the oldest Masters of the Craft —in the subdued expressions of the rising intelligence of the Orderancl in the avowed regret of all distinguished for philanthropy or independence . Still , although unable to discern how the result , which , in common with every Brother , I so much desired , could be achieved , I did not despair ; forI gazed the stars of and still
, upon many Masonry , Hope shone forth bright and eternal . Whilst thus meditating , Sleep , whose approach had been hitherto repelled by the strong exercise of thouo-ht , gradually extended her leaden empire over me ; but , even in her ' allabsorbing arms , my mind , as if it disdained its body ' s weakness , continued its activity . Although what passed can be considered in no other light than a mere dream , still , as even dreams , we are told ,
Have their instructive purposes—and oft Stern Truth will whisper in a voice so fine , The uncornoreal ser . se & l < me c ? . v \ tvea-c , the Mason may glean amusement , if not instruction , from its recital . * * * * » Methought that the last strain of the organ had pealed within the Grand Lod
ge , and that I stood alone within the statel y hall . The portraits of those distinguished Brothers who hacl filled the Masonic throne , seemed to smile upon the canvass , as if they approved the aspirations of my heart . Unawed , I gazed upon them ; I felt as if summoned to a high and holy purpose , and the strong enthusiasm of the feeling sustained me . Kneeling before the Ark of the Covenant , I prayed for " Light "—for a means to be pointed out by which the wounds the unity of the Craft had received might be healed , and peace restored ; thus occupied , I awaited the revelation which , some secret sympathy assured me I was about to behold , in silence . I had not long to
wait-Soft music , like tho choral swell , An angel ' s presence seemed to tell : On my rapt senses odours hung , Such as from Eden ' s ilow ' rels sprung .
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The Cup Of Oblivion.
THE CUP OF OBLIVION .
And times there are when , from its home of clay , The spirit walks to hold communion deep With those who long from life have passed away , Vet still on earth a holy vigil keep . The Musts t > f . Uemw # , by Brt > . J . K Smith , IT was after one of those extraordinary scenes whicli have lately taken place in the Grand Lod—scenes which have left to the mind of the
ge zealous Mason much to mourn and much to reflect upon—that I returned to my solitary chamber , chewing the cud of many solemn thoughts . Discord had thrown her golden apple to the Order—passion ancl injustice had rent the veil of the Holy of Holies , and the sacred Ark of Masonry trembled in its sanctuary . Vainly did I ponder in my mind TH ? me ns bv wlli . ch the m ' on S S he righted , and harmony restored . I hat the painful impression was general , I had seen too much to doubt . had read it in the
I thoughtful brows of the oldest Masters of the Craft —in the subdued expressions of the rising intelligence of the Orderancl in the avowed regret of all distinguished for philanthropy or independence . Still , although unable to discern how the result , which , in common with every Brother , I so much desired , could be achieved , I did not despair ; forI gazed the stars of and still
, upon many Masonry , Hope shone forth bright and eternal . Whilst thus meditating , Sleep , whose approach had been hitherto repelled by the strong exercise of thouo-ht , gradually extended her leaden empire over me ; but , even in her ' allabsorbing arms , my mind , as if it disdained its body ' s weakness , continued its activity . Although what passed can be considered in no other light than a mere dream , still , as even dreams , we are told ,
Have their instructive purposes—and oft Stern Truth will whisper in a voice so fine , The uncornoreal ser . se & l < me c ? . v \ tvea-c , the Mason may glean amusement , if not instruction , from its recital . * * * * » Methought that the last strain of the organ had pealed within the Grand Lod
ge , and that I stood alone within the statel y hall . The portraits of those distinguished Brothers who hacl filled the Masonic throne , seemed to smile upon the canvass , as if they approved the aspirations of my heart . Unawed , I gazed upon them ; I felt as if summoned to a high and holy purpose , and the strong enthusiasm of the feeling sustained me . Kneeling before the Ark of the Covenant , I prayed for " Light "—for a means to be pointed out by which the wounds the unity of the Craft had received might be healed , and peace restored ; thus occupied , I awaited the revelation which , some secret sympathy assured me I was about to behold , in silence . I had not long to
wait-Soft music , like tho choral swell , An angel ' s presence seemed to tell : On my rapt senses odours hung , Such as from Eden ' s ilow ' rels sprung .