RELIGION, SCIENCE, AND ART.
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An angel whisper floated through the air, And in sweet accents fell upon her ear;She heard the words, "Religion, being fair, Go on thy way, without one doubt or fear.
"Accomplish well the mission to thee giv'n, Till man on earth become all glorified,Till earth shall in itself become a heav'n, And holiness unfurl its banner wide."Religion,—this that holy being's name, Whose mild eye beamed with deep devotion rare,Who unto earth with sacred mission came, Whose soul to heav'n went up in secret prayer.
Arose she then, and passed upon her way, And, lo! advancing o'er the lawn was seenA being lovely as the new-born day, With thoughtful brow and calm, majestic mien.Then near they came, and each the other knew; Religion first reached forth her gracious hand,"O Science," said she, "greeting bring I you A being sent on earth by God's command.
"My noble sister, tell, where hast thou been? And whither now doth tend thy onward way?Through all night long I watched and prayed unseen, Till in the east appeared the gleams of day."
