* .-. ■ ^'■./•^ ' - .■■''. ■■••.".- ■iij-ji' ^l^ < :-,:: ••w. FORD EXCHAN' /, . 2 A VISION — OF— fe %vch <4 ®t«t!i. AN ALLEGORY; AND ADDITIONAL POEMS, -BY — JOSEPH FOSTER KNICKERBACKER. TROY, N. Y. : Wm H. Young, 8 & ^ First, and 214 River Street. 1876. Mi. 46940 NOTE. The author of the within desires to say, that it is not designed as an exposition of any particular school or system of Theology ; such themes have been left to those whose high avocation it is to treat of them. And though, in a general sense, this may be considered a religious book, (and it is sincerely hoped it may be of some service in that respect) yet he who wrote it lays no especial claim to personal sanctity of character ; and amid the awful perplexities which encompass us — these times, that so try men's souls — he would be found to be among the lowliest of his readers, in seeking the "Arch of Truth." In adopting the form of an iMlegory — a species of writing to which, he is aware, numerous persons object, — he will simply add, he has only humbly followed in the footsteps of many illustrious ones who have chosen this field of literature ; and therefore, if in the wrong, he has the consolation of knowing he errs in the company of the God-like. He would improve the opportunity, by expressing his deep-felt obli- gations to several friends, for valuable criticisms and suggestions during the progress of this, the feeble result of his labors. J. F. K. At the Hostead, Schaghticoke, September, 1875. INDEX TO POEMS. Invocation, ....... i8 Cherish the Moments !..... 28 Selections FROM " Paradise Lost," . .. . -34 Canticle, ....... 42 Come Greet the Gate Beautiful ! . . . • '44 The Bowers of Truth, . . . . . 51 Seeking the Beautiful ! Seeking the True ! . . -57 Charity, ....... 60 The Crown of Manhood, . . . , -63 The Shrine of Womanhood, ..... 66 The Hours of Childhood, . . . . .68 The Youth and the Maiden, .... 70 Hymn Laudative, ....... 75 Hymn of Welcome, ...... 77 Hymn Responsive, . . . . . . -79 A Bridal Melody, ...... 84 ADDITIONAL POEMS. The True Blessings of Life, . . . . -93 Deeds of Mercy Crown Themselves, ... 97 The Standard of the Brave ! . . . . • 100 Our Starry Flag, . . . . • • 102 O INDEX. Noble Land of Washington ! . . . . . 107 Loyalty, . . . . . . . 109 Trust in the Banner Waving o'er us ! . . .. .113 An Autograph, . . . . . . . 117 The Sunnyside Penman, . . . . . .119 With Hero's Mind AND Heart ! . . . . 126 Hymn to Truth, ....... 130 The Man of the Time !..... 132 Good that's Done by Poet's Lays, . . . -135 Ending and Endless, . . . . . . 143 To THE Home of his Childhood, ITS HALLOWED ASSOCIATIONS ; AND TO THE HOLY MEMORY OF DEAR FRIENDS DEPARTED : THIS LITTLE WORK IS AFFECTIONATELY INSCRIBED By lis Al'lHOR. MUSING BENEATH AN OAK. fT was a lovely moonlit evening, early in the golden month, September; the season when Nature appears m her most attractive beauty, her choicest jewels and richest vesture displaying, while teaching her lessons of deepest wisdom.. The barns of the husbandman were filled with the in- gatherings of a recent harvest ; though the earth was still teeming with increase, and the trees were adorned with clusters of ripening fruits, the bounties of an ever-provi- dent Creator. The stars (faithful guardians of night) by their presence added the charm of security. The beast was resting from his burden; the laborer, after daily toil, had sought his simple rustic meal, and early home repose ; the lambs — enfolded amid sleep's kind embrace — were reclining upon the hill- side, in renewal, for fresh gambols on the morrow; the birds their vespers sweet had sung, and found their peaceful lO ARCH OF TRUTH. nests ; while the blooming dairy-maid — blithesome, win- some, and happy — had just returned from her cheerful duty with vessels full-laden with rich foaming milk, gladly sing- ing as she sped along, some sylvan love ditty, or coyly stooped to pluck a wayside flower with which to greet proud neighboring swain ; and all arouiid was stillness, save the monotonous chirping of the crickets, the gentle murmuring of passing rivulet, and the hush'd sounds borne from a dis- tant waterfall. It was in a beautiful fertile valley, traversed by meander- ing steams, studded with rural homes, circled by thick- wooded landsides, and teeming, with, what were to me, ever- hallowed associations, — for it had been for many generations the dwelling-place of my kindred, and was still the scene of scenes wherein I best loved to linger, enjoying the calm repose of contentment, — that I sat musing beneath the branches of a venerable Oak,* whose deepening shadows wafted far adown that peaceful vale gave a charm of serene loveliness to the intervening landscape. And I thought, as I gazed upon its towering and far- *An ancient Indian council-tree, still standing. T