THE CHILDREN OF THE LORD'S SUPPER
BY ESAIAS TEGNER
Pentecost, day of rejoicing, had come. The church
of the village
Gleaming stood in the morning's sheen.
On the spire of the bell
Decked with a brazen cock, the friendly flames of the Spring-sun
Glanced like the tongues of fire, beheld by Apostles aforetime.
Clear was the heaven and blue, and May, with her cap crowned with
Stood in her holiday dress in the fields, and the wind and the
Murmured gladness and peace, God's-peace! with lips rosy-tinted
Whispered the race of the flowers, and merry on balancing
Birds were singing their carol, a jubilant hymn to the Highest.
Swept and clean was the churchyard. Adorned like a leaf-woven
Stood its old-fashioned gate; and within upon each cross of iron
Hung was a fragrant garland, new twined by the hands of
Even the dial, that stood on a mound among the departed,
(There full a hundred years had it stood,) was embellished with
Like to the patriarch hoary, the sage of his kith and the hamlet,
Who on his birthday is crowned by children and children's
So stood the ancient prophet, and mute with his pencil of
Marked on the tablet of stone, and measured the time and its
While all around at his feet, an eternity slumbered in quiet.
Also the church within was adorned, for this was the season
When the young, their parents' hope, and the loved-ones of
Should at the foot of the altar renew the vows of their
Therefore each nook and corner was swept and cleaned, and the
Blown from the walls and ceiling, and from the oil-painted
There stood the church like a garden; the Feast of the Leafy
Saw we in living presentment. From noble arms on the church
Grew forth a cluster of leaves, and the preacher's pulpit of
Budded once more anew, as aforetime the rod before Aaron.
Wreathed thereon was the Bible with leaves, and the dove,
washed with silver
Under its canopy fastened, had on it a necklace of wind-
But in front of the choir, round the altar-piece painted by
Crept a garland gigantic; and bright-curling tresses of
Peeped, like the sun from a cloud, from out of the shadowy
Likewise the lustre of brass, new-polished, blinked from the
And for lights there were lilies of Pentecost set in the
Loud rang the bells already;
the thronging crowd was
Far from valleys and hills, to list to the holy preaching.
Hark! then roll forth at once the mighty tones of the organ,
Hover like voices from God, aloft like invisible spirits.
Like as Elias in heaven, when he cast from off him his
So cast off the soul its garments of earth; and with one
Chimed in the congregation, and sang an anthem immortal
Of the sublime Wallin, of David's harp in the North-land
Tuned to the choral of Luther; the song on its mighty pinions
Took every living soul, and lifted it gently to heaven,
And each face did shine like the Holy One's face upon Tabor.
Lo! there entered then into the church the Reverend Teacher.
Father he hight and he was in the parish; a Christianly
Clothed from his head to his feet the old man of seventy
Friendly was he to behold, and glad as the heralding angel
Walked he among the crowds, but still a contemplative
Lay on his forehead as clear as on moss-covered gravestone a
As in his inspiration (an evening twilight that faintly
Gleams in the human soul, even now, from the day of creation)
Th' Artist, the friend of heaven, imagines Saint John when
Gray, with his eyes uplifted to heaven, so seemed then the
Such was the glance of his eye, and such were his tresses of
All the congregation arose in the pews that were numbered.
But with a cordial look, to the right and the left hand, the
Nodding all hail and peace, disappeared in the innermost
Simply and solemnly now proceeded
the Christian service,
Singing and prayer, and at last an ardent discourse from the
Many a moving word and warning, that out of the heart came,
Fell like the dew of the morning, like manna on those in the
Then, when all was finished, the Teacher re-entered the
Followed therein by the young. The boys on the right had
Delicate figures, with close-curling hair and cheeks rosy-
But on the left of these there stood the tremulous lilies,
Tinged with the blushing light of the dawn, the diffident
Folding their hands in prayer, and their eyes cast down on
Now came, with question and answer, the catechism. In the
Answered the children with troubled and faltering voice, but the
Glances of kindness encouraged them soon, and the doctrines
Flowed, like the waters of fountains, so clear from lips
Each time the answer was closed, and as oft as they named the
Lowly louted the boys, and lowly the maidens all courtesied.
Friendly the Teacher stood, like an angel of light there among
And to the children explained the holy, the highest, in few
Thorough, yet simple and clear, for sublimity always is simple,
Both in sermon and song, a child can seize on its meaning.
E'en as the green-growing bud unfolds when Springtide
Leaf by leaf puts forth, and wanued, by the radiant sunshine,
Blushes with purple and gold, till at last the perfected blossom
Opens its odorous chalice, and rocks with its crown in the
So was unfolded here the Christian lore of salvation,
Line by line from the soul of childhood. The fathers and mothers
Stood behind them in tears, and were glad at the well-worded
Now went the old man up to the
(So did it seem unto me) was then the affectionate Teacher.
Like the Lord's Prophet sublime, and awful as Death and as
Stood he, the God-commissioned, the soul-searcher, earthward
Glances, sharp as a sword, into hearts that to him were
Shot he; his voice was deep, was low like the thunder afar off.
So on a sudden transfigured he stood there, lie spake and he
"This is the faith of the Fathers,
the faith the Apostles
This is moreover the faith whereunto I baptized you, while still
Lay on your mothers' breasts, and nearer the portals of heaven,
Slumbering received you then the Holy Church in its bosom;
Wakened from sleep are ye now, and the light in its radiant
Downward rains from the heaven;--to-day on the threshold of
Kindly she frees you again, to examine and make your election,
For she knows naught of compulsion, and only conviction
This is the hour of your trial, the turning-point of existence,
Seed for the coming days; without revocation departeth
Now from your lips the confession; Bethink ye, before ye make
Think not, O think not with guile to deceive the questioning
Sharp is his eye to-day, and a curse ever rests upon falsehood.
Enter not with a lie on Life's journey; the multitude hears you,
Brothers and sisters and parents, what dear upon earth is and
Standeth before your sight as a witness; the Judge everlasting
Looks from the sun down upon you, and angels in waiting beside
Grave your confession in letters of fire upon tablets eternal.
Thus, then,--believe ye in God, in the Father who this world
Him who redeemed it, the Son, and the Spirit where both are
Will ye promise me here, (a holy promise!) to cherish
God more than all things earthly, and every man as a brother?
Will ye promise me here, to confirm your faith by your living,
Th' heavenly faith of affection! to hope, to forgive, and to
Be what it may your condition, and walk before God in
Will ye promise me this before God and man?"--With a clear
Answered the young men Yes! and Yes! with lips softly-breathing
Answered the maidens eke. Then dissolved from the brow of the
Clouds with the lightnings therein, and lie spake in accents
Soft as the evening's breath, as harps by Babylon's rivers.
"Hail, then, hail to you all!
To the heirdom of heaven be ye
Children no more from this day, but by covenant brothers and
Yet,--for what reason not children? Of such is the kingdom of
Here upon earth an assemblage of children, in heaven one Father,
Ruling them all as his household,--forgiving in turn and
That is of human life a picture, as Scripture has taught us.
Blest are the pure before God! Upon purity and upon virtue
Resteth the Christian Faith: she herself from on high is
Strong as a man and pure as a child, is the sum of the doctrine,
Which the Divine One taught, and suffered and died on the cross
Oh, as ye wander this day from childhood's sacred asylum
Downward and ever downward, and deeper in Age's chill valley,
Oh, how soon will ye come,--too soon!--and long to turn
Up to its hill-tops again, to the sun-illumined, where Judgment
Stood like a father before you, and Pardon, clad like a mother,
Gave you her hand to kiss, and the loving heart was for given
Life was a play and your hands grasped after the roses of heaven!
Seventy years have I lived already; the Father eternal
Gave rue gladness and care; but the loveliest hours of
When I have steadfastly gazed in their eyes, I have instantly
Known them all again;--the were my childhood's acquaintance.
Therefore take from henceforth, as guides in the paths of
Prayer, with her eyes raised to heaven, and. Innocence, bride of
Innocence, child beloved, is a guest from the world of the
Beautiful, and in her hand a lily; on life's roaring billows
Swings she in safety, she heedeth them not in the ship she is
Calmly she gazes around in the turmoil of men; in the desert
Angels descend and minister unto her; she herself knoweth
Naught of her glorious attendance; but follows faithful and
Follows so long as she may her friend; oh do not reject her,
For she cometh from God and she holdeth the keys of the heavens.
Prayer is Innocence' friend; and willingly flieth incessant
'Twixt rhe earth and the sky, the carrier-pigeon of heaven,
Son of Eternity, fettered in Time, and an exile, the Spirit
Tugs at his chains evermore, and struggles like flame ever
Still he recalls with emotion his Father's manifold mansions,
Thinks of the land of his fathers, where blossomed more freshly
Shone a more beautiful sun, and he played with the wingM angels.
Then grows the earth too narrow, too close; and homesick for
Longs the wanderer again; and the Spirit's longings are worship;
Worship is called his most beautiful hour, and its tongue is
Aid when the infinite burden of life descendeth upon us,
Crushes to earth our hope, and, under the earth, in the
Then it is good to pray unto God; for his sorrowiug children
Turns he ne'er from his door, but he heals and helps and
Yet is it better to pray when all things are prosperous ti ith
Pray in fortunate days, for life's most beautiful Fortune
Kneels before the Eternal's throne; and with hands interfolded,
Praises thankful and moved the only giver of blessings.
Or do ye know, ye children, one blessing that comes not from
What has mankind forsooth, the poor! that it has not received?
Therefore, fall in the dust and pray! The seraphs adoring
Cover with pinions six their face in the glory of him who
Hung his masonry pendent on naught, when the world be created.
Earth declareth his might, and the firmament utters his glory.
Races blossom and die, and stars fall downward from heaven,
Downward like withered leaves; at the last stroke of midnight,
Lay themselves down at his feet, and he sees them, but counts
them as nothing
Who shall stand in his presence? The wrath of the judge is
Casting the insolent down at a glance. When he speaks in his
Hillocks skip like the kid, and mountains leap like the roebuck.
Yet,--why are ye afraid, ye children? This awful avenger,
Ah! is a merciful God! God's voice was not in the earthquake,
Not in the fire, nor the storm, but it was in the whispering
Love is the root of creation; God's essence; worlds without
Lie in his bosom like children; he made them for this purpose
Only to love and to be loved again, he breathed forth his spirit
Into the slumbering dust, and upright standing, it laid its
Hand on its heart, and felt it was warm with a flame out of
Quench, oh quench not that flame! It is the breath of your being.
Love is life, but hatred is death. Not father, nor mother
Loved you, as God has loved you; for 't was that you may be
Gave he his only Son. When he bowed down his head in the death-
Solemnized Love its triumph; the sacrifice then was completed.
Lo! then was rent on a sudden the veil of the temple, dividing
Earth and heaven apart, and the dead from their sepulchres rising
Whispered with pallid lips and low in the ears of each other
Th' answer, but dreamed of before, to creation's enigma,--
Depths of Love are Atonement's depths, for Love is Atonement.
Therefore, child of mortality, love thou the merciful Father;
Wish what the Holy One wishes, and not from fear, but affection
Fear is the virtue of slaves ; but the heart that loveth is
Perfect was before God, and perfect is Love, and Love only.
Lovest thou God as thou oughtest, then lovest thou likewise thy
One is the sun in heaven, and one, only one, is Love also.
Bears not each human figure the godlike stamp on his forehead
Readest thou not in his face thou origin? Is he not sailing
Lost like thyself on an ocean unknown, and is he not guided
By the same stars that guide thee? Why shouldst thou hate then
Hateth he thee, forgive! For 't is sweet to stammer one letter
Of the Eternal's language;--on earth it is called Forgiveness!
Knowest thou Him, who forgave, with the crown of thorns on his
Earnestly prayed for his foes, for his murderers? Say, dost thou
Ah! thou confessest his name, so follow likewise his example,
Think of thy brother no ill, but throw a veil over his failings,
Guide the erring aright; for the good, the heavenly shepherd
Took the lost lamb in his arms, and bore it back to its mother.
This is the fruit of Love, and it is by its fruits that we know
Love is the creature's welfare, with God; but Love among mortals
Is but an endless sigh! He longs, and endures, and stands
Suffers and yet rejoices, and smiles with tears on his eyelids.
Hope,--so is called upon earth, his recompense, Hope, the
Does what she can, for she points evermore up to heaven, and
Plunges her anchor's peak in the depths of the grave, and
Paints a more beautiful world, a dim, but a sweet play of
Races, better than we, have leaned on her wavering promise,
Having naught else but Hope. Then praise we our Father in
Him, who has given us more; for to us has Hope been
Groping no longer in night; she is Faith, she is living
Faith is enlightened Hope; she is light, is the eye of
Dreams of the longing interprets, and carves their visions in
Faith is the sun of life ; and her countenance shines like the
For she has looked upon God; the heaven on its stable foundation
Draws she with chains down to earth, and the New Jerusalem
Splendid with portals twelve in golden vapors descending.
There enraptured she wanders. and looks at the figures majestic,
Fears not the winged crowd, in the midst of them all is her
Therefore love and believe; for works will follow spontaneous
Even as day does the sun; the Right from the Good is an
Love in a bodily shape; and Christian works are no more than
Animate Love and faith, as flowers are the animate Springtide.
Works do follow us all unto God; there stand and bear witness
Not what they seemed,--but what they were only. Blessed is he
Hears their confession secure; they are mute upon earth until
Opens the mouth of the silent. Ye children, does Death e'er
Death is the brother of Love, twin-brother is he, and is only
More austere to behold. With a kiss upon lips that are fading
Takes he the soul and departs, and, rocked in the arms of
Places the ransomed child, new born, 'fore the face of its
Sounds of his coming already I hear,--see dimly his pinions,
Swart as the night, but with stars strewn upon them! I fear not
Death is only release, and in mercy is mute. On his bosom
Freer breathes, in its coolness, my breast; and face to face
Look I on God as he is, a sun unpolluted by vapors;
Look on the light of the ages I loved, the spirits majestic,
Nobler, better than I; they stand by the throne all
Vested in white, and with harps of gold, and are singing an
Writ in the climate of heaven, in the language spoken by
You, in like manner, ye children beloved, he one day shall
Never forgets he the weary;--then welcome, ye loved ones,
Meanwhile forget not the keeping of vows, forget not the
Wander from holiness onward to holiness; earth shall ye heed
Earth is but dust and heaven is light; I have pledged you to
God of the universe, hear me! thou fountain of Love
Hark to the voice of thy servant! I send up my prayer to thy
Let me hereafter not miss at thy throne one spirit of all
Whom thou hast given me here! I have loved them all like a
May they bear witness for me, that I taught them the way of
Faithful, so far as I knew, of thy word; again may they know
Fall on their Teacher's breast, and before thy face may I place
Pure as they now are, but only more tried, and exclaiming with
Father, lo! I am here, and the children, whom thou hast given
Weeping he spake in these words;
and now at the beck of the
Knee against knee they knitted a wreath round the altar's
Kneeling he read then the prayers of the consecration, and
With him the children read; at the close, with tremulous
Asked he the peace of Heaven, a benediction upon them.
Now should have ended his task for the day; the following
Was for the young appointed to eat of the Lord's holy Supper.
Sudden, as struck from the clouds, stood the Teacher silent and
Hand on his forehead, and cast his looks upward; while thoughts
high and holy,
Flew through the midst of his soul, and his eyes glanced with
"On the next Sunday, who knows! perhaps I shall rest in the
Some one perhaps of yourselves, a lily broken untimely,
Bow down his head to the earth; why delay I? the hour is
Warm is the heart;--I will! for to-day grows the harvest of
What I began accomplish I now; what failing therein is
I, the old man, will answer to God and the reverend father.
Say to me only, ye children, ye denizens new-come in heaven,
Are ye ready this day to eat of the bread of Atonement?
What it denoteth, that know ye full well, I have told it you
Of the new covenant symbol it is, of Atonement a token,
Stablished between earth and heaven. Man by his sins and
Far has wandered from God, from his essence. 'T was in the
Fast by the Tree of Knowledge he fell, and it hangs its crown
Fall to this day; in the Thought is the Fall; in the Heart the
Infinite is the fall,--the Atonement infinite likewise.
See! behind me, as far as the old man remembers, and forward,
Far as Hope in her flight can reach with her wearied pinions,
Sin and Atonement incessant go through the lifetime of mortals.
Sin is brought forth full-grown; but Atonement sleeps in our
Still as the cradled babe; and dreams of heaven and of angels,
Cannot awake to sensation; is like the tones in the harp's
Spirits imprisoned, that wait evermore the deliverer's finger.
Therefore, ye children beloved, descended the Prince of
Woke the slumberer from sleep, and she stands now with eyes all
Bright as the vault of the sky, and battles with Sin and
Downward to earth he came and, transfigured, thence reascended,
Not from the heart in like wise, for there he still lives in
Loves and atones evermore. So long as Time is, is Atonement.
Therefore with reverence take this day her visible token.
Tokens are dead if the things live not. The light everlasting
Unto the blind is not, but is born of the eye that has vision.
Neither in bread nor in wine, but in the heart that is hallowed
Lieth forgiveness enshrined; the intention alone of amendment
Fruits of the earth ennobles to heavenly things, and removes
Sin and the guerdon of sin. Only Love with his arms wide
Penitence wee ping and praying; the Will that is tried, and
whose gold flows
Purified forth from the flames; in a word, mankind by Atonement
Breaketh Atonement's bread, and drinketh Atonement's wine-cup.
But he who cometh up hither, unworthy, with hate in his bosom,
Scoffing at men and at God, is guilty of Christ's blessed body,
And the Redeemer's blood! To himself he eateth and drinketh
Death and doom ! And from this, preserve us, thou heavenly
Are ye ready, ye children, to eat of the bread of Atonement?
Thus with emotion he asked, and together answered the children,
"Yes!" with deep sobs interrupted. Then read he the due
Read the Form of Communion, and in chimed the organ and anthem:
"O Holy Lamb of God, who takest away our transgressions,
Hear us! give us thy peace! have mercy, have mercy upon us!"
Th' old man, with trembling hand, and heavenly pearls on his
Filled now the chalice and paten, and dealt round the mystical
Oh, then seemed it to me as if God, with the broad eye of
Clearer looked in at the windows, and all the trees in the
Bowed down their summits of green, and the grass on the graves
'gan to shiver
But in the children (I noted it well ; I knew it) there ran a
Tremor of holy rapture along through their ice-cold members.
Decked like an altar before them, there stood the green earth,
and above it
Heaven opened itself, as of old before Stephen; they saw there
Radiant in glory the Father, and on his right hand the
Under them hear they the clang of harpstrings, and angels from
Beckon to them like brothers, and fan with their pinions of
Closed was the Teacher's task, and
with heaven in their
hearts and their faces,
Up rose the children all, and each bowed him, weeping full
Downward to kiss that reverend hand, but all of them pressed he
Moved to his bosom, and laid, with a prayer, his hands full of
Now on the holy breast, and now on the innocent tresses.