Mount Tabor.

On Tabor's height a glory came,     And, shrined in clouds of lambent flame,     The awestruck, hushed disciples saw     Christ and the prophets of the law.     Moses, whose grand and awful face     Of Sinai's thunder bore the trace,     And wise Elias, - in his eyes     The shade of Israel's prophecies, -     Stood in that wide, mysterious light,     Than Syrian noons more purely bright,     One on each hand, and high between     Shone forth the godlike Nazarene.     They bowed their heads in holy fright, -     No mortal eyes could bear the sight, -     And when they looked again, behold!     The fiery clouds had backward rolled,     And borne aloft in grandeur lonely,     Nothing was left "save Jesus only."     Resplendent type of things to be!     We read its mystery to-day     With clearer eyes than even they,     The fisher-saints of Galilee.     We see the Christ stand out between     The ancient law and faith serene,     Spirit and letter; but above     Spirit and letter both was Love.     Led by the hand of Jacob's God,     Through wastes of eld a path was trod     By which the savage world could move     Upward through law and faith to love.     And there in Tabor's harmless flame     The crowning revelation came.     The old world knelt in homage due,     The prophets near in reverence drew,     Law ceased its mission to fulfil,     And Love was lord on Tabor's hill.     So now, while creeds perplex the mind     And wranglings load the weary wind,     When all the air is filled with words     And texts that wring like clashing swords,     Still, as for refuge, we may turn     Where Tabor's shining glories burn, -     The soul of antique Israel gone,     And nothing left but Christ alone.