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The Song of Solomon : and the Lamentations of Jeremiah

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26o THE LAMENTATIONS OF JEREMIAH<br />

truth to be considered is that in some way, if only by<br />

spiritual impression, God does most really speak to<br />

His children, <strong>and</strong> that He speaks now as surely as He<br />

spoke in <strong>the</strong> days <strong>of</strong> Israel. We have no new prophets<br />

<strong>and</strong> apostles who can give us fresh revelations in <strong>the</strong><br />

form <strong>of</strong> additions to our Bible. But that is not what<br />

is meant. <strong>The</strong> elegist did not receive a statement <strong>of</strong><br />

doctrine in answer to his prayer, nor, on this occasion,<br />

even help for <strong>the</strong> writing <strong>of</strong> his inspired poetry. <strong>The</strong><br />

voice to which he here alludes was <strong>of</strong> quite a different<br />

character.<br />

This was in <strong>the</strong> olden times ; but if <strong>the</strong>n, why not<br />

also now ? Evidently <strong>the</strong> elegist regarded it as a rare<br />

<strong>and</strong> wonderful occurrence—a single experience to which<br />

he looked back in after years with <strong>the</strong> interest one<br />

feels in a vivid recollection which rises Hke a mountain,<br />

clean cut against <strong>the</strong> sky, above <strong>the</strong> mists that so<br />

quickly ga<strong>the</strong>r on <strong>the</strong> low plains <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> uneventful past.<br />

Perhaps it is only in one <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> crises <strong>of</strong> life that such<br />

an indubitable message is sent— when <strong>the</strong> soul is in<br />

<strong>the</strong> lowest dungeon, in extremis, crying out <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> dark-<br />

ness, helpless if not yet hopeless, overwhelmed, almost<br />

extinguished. But if we listened for it, who can tell<br />

but that <strong>the</strong> voice might not be so rare ? We do not<br />

believe in it ; <strong>the</strong>refore we do not hear it. Or <strong>the</strong><br />

noise <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> world's great loom <strong>and</strong> <strong>the</strong> busy thoughts<br />

<strong>of</strong> our own hearts drown <strong>the</strong> music that still floats<br />

down from heaven to ears that are tuned to catch its<br />

notes ; for it does not come in thunder, <strong>and</strong> we must<br />

ourselves be still if we would hear <strong>the</strong> still small voice,<br />

inwardly still, still in soul, stifling <strong>the</strong> chatter <strong>of</strong> self,<br />

stopping our ears to <strong>the</strong> din <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> world. <strong>The</strong>re are<br />

those to-day who tell us with calm assurance, not at<br />

all in <strong>the</strong> visionary's falsetto notes, that <strong>the</strong>y have

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