The following piece is about anointed, Spirit filled preaching presented as eloquent as his point. Not an easy read, it took me a number of times through to draw out all the nectar.
"Come, I will tell thee of a joy, which the parasites of pleasure have not known, Though earth and air and sea have gorged all the appetites of sense.
Behold, what fire is in his eye, what fervor on his cheek!
That glorious burst of winged words! how bound they from his tongue.
The full expression of the mighty thought, the strong triumphant argument, the rush of native eloquence, resistless as Niagara, The keen demand, the clear reply, the fine poetic image,
The nice analogy, the clenching fact, the metaphor bold and free,
The grasp of concentrated intellect wielding the omnipotence of truth, The grandeur of his speech in his majesty of mind!
Champion of the right, -- patriot, or priest, or pleader of the innocent cause,
Upon whose lips the mystic bee hath dropped the honey of persuasion, Whose heart and tongue have been touched, as of old, by the live coal of the altar, How wide the spreading of thy peace, how deep the draught of thy pleasures!
To hold the multitude as one, breathing in measured cadence,
A thousand men with flashing eyes, waiting upon thy will;
A thousand hearts kindled by thee with consecrated fire,
Ten flaming spiritual hecatombs offered on the mount of God;
And now a pause, a thrilling pause, -- they live but in thy words,--
Thou has broken the bounds of self, as the Nile at its rising,
Thou art expanded into them, one faith, one hope, one spirit,
They breathe but in thy breath, their minds are passive unto thine,
Thou turnest the key of their love, bending their affections to they purpose, and all, in sympathy with thee, tremble with tumultuous emotions;
Verily, O man, with truth for thy theme, eloquence shall throne thee with archangels." Martin F. Tupper.
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