Behold the Comforter hath come: , By signs and tokens in the upper air, By such voices of the heavenly home As Angels have - sweet silence there,

Such hints of that diviner glow

As only prophecy can know;

The Comforter hath come: By the sign

Of less of grief when death appears; For in the knowledge all divine That cleaves the darkness and sorrow of years. Life brings to man the knowledge given From out the citadel of Heaven.

The Comforter hath come: By the light

Which prophets, sages and seers declare.

Who, having climbed the mountain height.

Know that the Morning Light is there;

Who led by the Herald Angels forth

See the New Light that comes to Earth.

The Comforter hath come: By the sound

That makes new music on the Earth, New tones of harmony enwound Of the deeper and diviner birth; Such sweet symphonies of praise As rise through all the human ways.

The Comforter doth speak: Such hearts As are attuned to the love and praise, To such the new message imparts All of sweet appointed ways; Guided by the light that angels know. By paths from heaven to Earth below,

No more the thorns shall pierce their feet.

No more their hearts with grief be torn; But everywhere the light shall meet Their footsteps, and the radiant morn Shall not be clouded ere the noon, Nor evening shadows come full soon.

Nor shall oppression deep find place,

Nor grief pervade the joyous air, Nor dismal fear, its terrors trace; But the guardian, angels everywhere Their vigils o'er Earth ever keep, Wiping tears from the eyes that weep.

The Comforter doth speak: And lo!

A new song shall be sung by those

Attuned to song and praise, like unto

That of the heavenly choirs, whose

Harmony is of symphonies

That have their birth within the skies.

The Comforter now speaks: And lo! Out of the past all things appear That kindle in the perfect year The altar of the New Blest Light, The Temple that grows fair and bright) And sweetest ways shall fill the earth, And sounds of joy and wondrous mirth.

The Comforter is there, leading the way

To where the New Christ Life shall come And make on earth the Perfect Day - Shall appoint the place and make the home; He shapes the ways where all may meet Who bring their treasures to Christ's feet

The Comforter doth speak: And lo!

The voice is freighted with prophecy For the hearts of all people below, Whisperings of the time to be; Of the glad morning that fills the earth With the New Promise, the New Birth.

And the Comforter, whose voice is given Sweet sounds, like the songs of love at even,

Like chiming star lilies swung in space,

With music of divinest grace; Lo! brooding o'er earth this magic light Reveals itself in wonder bright,

Comes again to crown the Perfect Year:

All this when the Christ shall appear.

Behold, the Comforter at hut

Shall this wondrous web have woven. Until the shades no longer cast Their meshes; until the cloven Poisonous, deadly feet of care No longer tread in scenes so fair.

And the Comforter breathes the new light,

The message: all hail unto those Who, having the illumined sight, See the fair gates of heaven unclose; And the Messengers of morn appear To herald the all-glorious Year.

And as the Comforter la nigh, Twelve Angels come to bless the earth.

And the Arch Angela from on high Are radiant with Truth's Dawning Birth;

And stars flash out, and systems shine

With scimitars of splendor and power;

Suns and systems sing songs divine

Until here dawns the Perfect Hoar.

And the Crown of glory is complete

Earth brings to the Messiah's feet

The Comforter draws nigh, to bless Those on the earth whose eyes can see,

Who know the wealth of tenderness, Deep love and deepest prophecy;

To speak, Beloved, unto your souls

Till ye shall hear and understand

That Trath hath its appointed goals

And pauses not in its command.

Reaches with impetus so deep

Until all must its mandates keep.

The Comforter appears today;

And in your midst declares this light Winnowing wings prepare the way As ye climb to the Heavenly height; And lot with benediction given, Receive the blessing born of heaven.

And they who mourn shall clasp the Hand

And find sweet Comfort and sweet Peace; They who have known but pain's command Shall now with gladness their vigils cease; They who hunger for earthly bread Shall feed on heavenly Manna instead.

They who pass out of sin's dark door,

Reluctant ever to enter in, Shall tarn aside and sin no more; There'll be no "heritage of sin," For the Comforter findeth the way To win them from the shadowy way.

Then from all the nations riven

By Storm, Tempest of War and Gloom, The Nemeses that were sent from heaven.

Dark discords and fear of final doom. All these shall pass; and winters waste

Dark, dismal storms of winds and tide. The suns glamour that once made haste

To desolate, no more abide.

Beside cool streams people shall pass

Verdure and sweet blooming bowers,

And see where gemming the velvet grass

Are the bright million colored flowers,

And the wildernesses shall yield up

Their treasures; from the crystal cup

Of Nature, which doth overflow,

Man shall drink, and shall grow strong

And sing anew, as in Eden's glow - His glorious, glad new Eden song.

These promises were not in vain;

The earth is fair and the soul is free, And between the earthly shadow and pain. And the light of heavenly prophecy,

Is a spiral way of golden light

That leads unto the perfect height

The Comforter breathes the New Song In the New Triumph that shall come; Such treasures as to you belong. That out of the fair heavenly home Have brought their wonders to the earth. These are yours in the heavenly birth.

And ye shall fold them in your hearts

As dew is folded in the flower, Until the sweetness of life imparts Its incense unto you; till its power Grows with your growth, makes you more strong. And 'wakens Love's triumphal song.

Tis the fulfillment of that meed;

And where the Comforter doth bend, Lo! on the earth all who have need Shall gain the strength, ye shall attend And dwell in the light and power of Love Until the Message its Truth doth prove.

Pulsing before the shrine, that Light

That cometh from the glittering sheen

Of Angels, who from height on height

Reveal where the Glory late hath been

Where now blessing the 'waking earth

The Comforter hails the New Birth.

Benediction

As wings of light that shall brood over the earth until you know and hear the spoken word; as promises that bring their own fulfillment, may the sweet prophecies dwell in your lives until in the golden harvest time the sheaves are ripened and the Reaper appears. And may such sweet light and baptism of praise abide with you as abideth with those who dwell with the Angels in Heaven. Amen.