That book contains the words of prayer, To make its mystic pages plain. But he has heard of holy men Who yet should come, and pour a ray Upon the soul of the Karen, And turn his darkness into day. The tidings spread, "They're come, they're come!" "They stand on western shores afar!" With bounding joy he leaves his home, And hastes the word of life to share. Before him lies the lengthening plain; Before him rolls the swelling flood; And on him falls the ceaseless rain; And near him tigers thirst for blood. But tigers' howl affrights him not; And shall he, with no Bible given We'll haste to bless the dark Karen. KO THAH-BYU IN PRAYER. HENRY. Ko Thah-Byu, the first Karen convert, was baptized by Mr. Boardman, May 16th, 1828. He afterwards became a godly, zealous, and efficient preacher of the gospel to his countrymen; and so great was his success, that he has been called the "Karen Apostle." One secret of his usefulness, is, doubtless, to be found in the fact recorded by the missionaries, that he frequently retired to the jungles to hold communion with God; and "was in the habit of spending several hours daily in prayer." He rested from his labors September 9th, 1840, and an interesting memoir of him has been prepared by Rev. Francis Mason, of Tavoy. Twas midnight in the jungle, - No moonbeams woke the bird, A sound had broke the stillness, Ko Thah-Byu is gone! The crown of life is won! That prayer with God could gain, I wonder not the eye of man Can sway the minds of men: He sleeps not where the Ganges rolls, Or sainted beech-reed nods; Beside his grave no lotus leaf Bore up the god of gods. He sleeps on Pegu's mountain, And nought disturbs him there : With Karen hearts for monuments' His epitaph his prayer! His simple grave has eloquence, Go thither, proud idolater, And kneeling on that sod, Own that a prayer-a heartfelt prayer- THE DYING KAREN AND HIS TRACT. In Dr. Judson's journal of January 12th, 1832, he mentions the case of a Karen and his wife, near the head of the Patah river, who, though they had never been baptized, and had never seen the face of a foreign missionary, both died in the faith of the gospel; the man enjoining it upon his friends to have the Burman tract, from which he had learned the way of salvation by Jesus Christ, laid on his breast, and buried with him. This tract was entitled the "View of the Christian Religion." The following lines were suggested by this interesting incident. "He never saw The book of Heavenly wisdom, and no saint But to his hut A little Tract, a messenger of love, A herald of glad tidings, found its way: Borne over rapid streams, and deep blue lakes Embower'd in trees, and o'er the waving woods, Its words he wonder'd as he look'd on them. There was some holy love he never knew; He felt unutterable thoughts, as now He scann'd the whole, now read each wondrous word. It told of God the Maker, and of Him Who died for man's salvation. He wept, and pray'd, and mourn'd a wretched life Of constant sin; and gave himself to God. The hue Of death was on his cheek. To tell of joys to come. His burning brow Still no saint was near No man of God Stood by his bed to soothe the final hour. But he had peace. "When I am dead," he saith, "put ye the little book Upon my breast, and let it go with me Down to my sepulchre. It taught me all That I have learn'd of God, and heaven, and hell. I love the man who wrote it, and that God Who brought it to my home." ANON. |