E. P. Chittendon
SELECTIONS FROM "THE PLEROMA," A POEM OF
Book II, Christ in History.
Now hath our Fullness, immanent in time,
The promise of the first creation filled;
See nature upward turning to the sky,
To list the footsteps of its Creator!
Veiling our glories, and low bending down
We pass the open door into the earth.
FareWell, Eternal Father! We descend:
So hast thou willed, ere earth or man became;
Thou know'st the way, the sacrifice, the end.
Turn back, ye splendors of the heavenly throne!
The Son of God shall be the Son of Man;
The Timeless find and feel the bonds of time;
The Spaceless One shall tabernacle space;.
The Increate be of a Virgin born;
The Godhead bodily revealed to men.
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