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date: 1920-01-15

names-on-the-page: Dr. Phillips, Patience

transcription: January 15, 1920 - Page 3

"Great, great, great is the fear upon me! For if man, by the hurling of his doubt and revilement might fill up Eternity and efface God; then 'tis done and o'ver!"

-The Second Coming-

And He shall come again
In His glory! And men shall fall
Upon their faces and cry out: "Hosanna!"
The East shall lift in a golden veil
Declaring the firmaments, each
Glittering in its own glory,
The moon, silverly luminous, rolling
As a great pearl o'er the sapphire sky,
The sun dripping its gold into the pot
Of Eternity; the stars, hung, hung
Upon the honey of His being.

He shall come again in His glory
And men shall cry aloud: "Hosanna!"
And it shall be in a young hour
When the earth is mute and the tongue
Of His wisdom is silent.

He shall come again in His glory,
And the West shall throw its gateway wide
Letting the sun fall within it,
Disclosing the pit of Eternity
In its awful blackness. And the hour
Is not then, neither at the morn.

He shall come again in His glory.
Yea, and men shall cry out: "Hosanna!"
And it shall be at a quiet hour,
And His face shall be illumed,
Radiant, lusterful, and it shall press
At the window of a man's soul!

Dr. Phillips: "I believe this is truly inspiration."

Patience: "'Tis the flood of the God-stream. Yea, if man be an open-throated urn and humbly offerful, then hath he become a part of the office, a chalice of the Sup. Yea, a cup, a substance which may contain for the lips of man, that Essence which is an atom of the inheritance of Creation."

The question came to the difference between inspiration and obsession. Dr. Phillips denied that this was obsession. Patience agreed that to be obsessed it must be of self.

"Yea," she said, "By the tongue of self." Then she said of God as the source of inspiration:
"Yea, He is the wings upon the soul. He is the cunning upon the tongue; He is the pit within the eye; He is the pith within the word; He is the stuff upon which utterance is hung, else it falleth to whits of dust and is blown before the face man confusion."

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