So that the World for Sinning paid full price
There came upon the Earth The Age of Ice!

Didst thou see Noah coming from the arkDidst thou behold him when his fame grew darkDidst thou see Nimrod rule with proud disdain Holding God's Rights and Man's as something vain Ruling all creatures with a cruel handSpawning Idolatry in every land.

Saw you when men set laws of GOD aside

Saw them rear Babel with defiant pride—

Saw GOD confound their tongues-and so afraid
Flee from the spot where once their hope had laid.

Thou sawest Abraham, that Prince of Men,

While scoffers scoffed that journey lone begin,

Seeking GOD's Place, and Peace, and joy, and strength.
Didst Thou see Joseph when his brothers sold-
Went later down to Egypt to behold

The Captive next to Pharaoh on throne.
Then didst thou see his people overthrown
Bondslaves, brick making under lash and heel-
Saw Moses standing calmly in the Path
Daring Proud Pharaoh and nations wrath.
What of the plagues-didst thou behold the nine-
And wondered when Lamb's blood was made a sign
On Lintel and door post-why such a thing?
And then that night saw Egypt shuddering
When every household woke to find the dead
Was he who should in future have been head-
Saw horror, fright and dread on every face-
Beheld the thrusting forth of Israel's Race.

Saw Egypt then recovering from mad fright
Her chariots rushing in Imperial might—
Saw Moses' outstretched hand-that awful sea
Flow over Egypt's might and hide continually.
Didst you tempt Israel in wilderness-
Saw Achan stealing Babylonish dress-
Tempt Midianitish women to allure

The Israelitish heart with slights impure.
Didst thou lead Samson to where Delilah lay,
Whispered to her how she could win her prey.
Didst thou see David in his Shepherd's dress
Singing his sweet songs in the wilderness-
Writing the song that all the nations sing
Girding the world by Faiths' celestial wing.
Wert thou with one who tempted Solomon-
Lightsome to gaze-and soft to look upon-
Her only covering that great wealth of hair-
Set you her silken lashes to ensnare―
Held him with laughter-sweeet alluring nod-
Kissed him to building altar for strange God.

Wert thou a minister to Jezebel

Wert thou with Ahab when from GOD he fellStood thou on Carmel when Baal's Prophets cried(Saw thou the flame of GOD in downward flight Burn flesh, altar, lick up water in men's sight-) Saw Kishon's waters with their life blood dyedDidst thou outstrip Ahab-Elijah race

Whisper to Jezebel the dire disgrace

Rousing her wrath so that the prophet fled

Afraid of price of blood upon his head

Then didst thou laugh when trod by horses' feet The pampered flesh of Jezebel dogs eat?

How thou didst hate The Israelitish Race,
Fierce Ravening Wolf, that never slacked thy pace
To drag them down to infamy's disgrace!

This Race GOD choose to win for HIM the earth—
Proud Satan hated from its hour of birth-
He made surrounding Nations slay and vex
Wooed by Idolatry, and sin of sex,

Brought them from GOD'S FACE to a sea of slime-
Made them the slaves of Passion and of Crime-
Until outraged was God's sweet Patience time-
So let their foes triumphant o'er them reign
For Seventy years. Brought Judah back again
To Salem-But Her Glory Day had flown—
When Roman Eagles plucked her, made her moan,
E'en then all blinded to Redemption Hour
She slighted Her MESSIAH and His Power
He would have gathered her and made her Great
But she despised HIM for His low estate-
Made Roman Crucify with Curse of Hate-
And since that time stands Salem Desolate !

Thou surely led the flower clad woman throng
Whose red lips sang the Bacchanalian song;
Who strove to do what Venus' Priests would say,
And make all virtue to fell vice a prey!

Was even One more dearer than the rest
Who made a garden in thine arid breast,

Who woke to life the springs you deemed all dry,

When love again gave tenderness to eye.
Was she a Dancing Girl, who loved the sun,
Who from the sea and sky her colors won,
Standing resplendent in a beauty clad
That made the pulse of all the gazers mad?
Didst thou not throw great pearls in her lap
To make her more resplendent-if they could;
Didst thou not rob the mine, the loom, the wood,
For gold, for purple, and for spices rare,
To deck her beauty, and perfume her hair,
So made her precious in the thought of men
Their adoration and their power to win:
Then came there jealousy-you deemed amiss
That others held in arms, in press, in kiss;
You grew morose and savage at the sight.
And then, perchance, it was a summer night-
She danced with such voluptuous passion rare
That men went mad, and all the midnight air
Rang with their crying, and they bore her home
With honors Cæsar never had at Rome.
Then when some favored lover held her fast
Thy jealousy came on as tempest blast,
So squatting, like a toad, behind his ear

You whispered thoughts-the vilest one may hear-
Thus kindled jealous fires 'til quarrels came,
And thou in both was't fanning jealous flame-
So then while his hand coiled her yellow hair,
His knife gleamed in the moonlight striking where
Her heart surcharged with passionate hot blood.
A cry of Horror-on the couch aflood
Of that which is the life-now ebbing fast:

Out with keen cry the wild assassin passed
And thou wert left alone with cold white clay!
Lo, then it burst upon thee-Jealous sway
Had robbed thee, cheated thee; you fell apace
Across her form, kissing cold growing face
That would not lighten tho' you cry; did plead-
And even to THE CHRIST did intercede.
And so unwept by others she lay there
Roses and Poppies fading in her hair,
His roses fading in her yellow hair,
You only mourner, sobbing in despair.
Night grew to day-yet never answered she-
None heeding tho' you sobbed piteously—
Then when the sun grew hot-men at the stench
Wrapped up their face, and dug a narrow trench
Where you and her together were thrown in-
Soon men forgot the Dancer and her Sin!

Silent thou art, and will not make one sign If I have read a page from life of thine; Or but Romance hath mocked my foolish brain.

And yet, perchance, that thou has felt some pain
To see The Flesh partake of things most fair;
Lo, thou forbidden and must never dare'
Reveal thyself—until The Coming hour
That, ah, full soon upon the world will lower,
When CHRIST will let thee break the awful ban,
Then you come forth and show yourself to man.