FROM THE LIBRARY OF REV. LOUIS FITZGERALD BENSON, D. D. BEQUEATHED BY HIM TO THE LIBRARY OF PRINCETON THEOLOGICAL SEMINARY ■scB w. s^ YESTERDAY, TO-DAY, AND FOR EVER. YESTERDAY, FOR EYER: a $oem, IN TWELVE BOOKS, EDWARD HENRY BICKERSTETH, M.A. INCUMBENT OF CHRIST CHURCH, HAMPSTEAD, AND CHAPLAIN TO THE BISHOP OF RIPON. KIVINGTONS, Honfcon, <%fortr, anfc Cam&rfoge. 1866. The design of the following poem has been laid up in my heart for more than twenty years. Other claims however prevented me from seriously undertaking the work until little more than two years ago. But then the deep conviction,, that those solemn events, to which the latter books of my poem relate, were already begin- ning to cast their prophetic lights and shadows on the world, constrained me to make the attempt. If it may please God to awaken any minds to deeper thought on things unseen and eternal, by this humble effort to combine some of the pictorial teaching supplied by His most holy Word, it will be the answer to many prayers. E. H. B. Hampstead, Loudon, September 7th, 1866. Digitized by the Internet Archive in 2013 http://archive.org/details/todaiyfoOObick CONTENTS. BOOK PAGE I. The Seer's Death, and Descent to Hades .... 1 II. The Paradise of the Blessed Dead 33 III. The Prison of the Lost 71 IV. The Creation of Angels and of Men 112 V. The Fall of Angels and of Men 148 VI. The Empire of Darkness 183 VII. Redemption . .210 VIII. The Church Militant 251 IX. The Bridal of the Lamb 289 X. The Millennial Sabbath 314 XI. The Last Judgment 336 XII. The Many Mansions 373 Notes . 397 YESTERDAY, TO-DAY, AND FOR EVER. BOOK I. THE SEEE/S DEATH, AND DESCENT TO HADES. The last day of my earthly pilgrimage Was closing ; and the end was peace : for, as The sunset glory on the hills grew pale, The burning fever left me — I was free From pain — albeit my strength was ebbing fast. And quickly as dreams, though not confusedly, The landscapes of my life before me rose, From the first breath of dewy morn to that Its sultry afternoon. Nor seemed my past, As often heretofore in retrospect, 10 A fragmentary discontinuous whole, But one and indivisible, — a brief Short journey, only steepest at the last. Seven nights agone the message came for me. The midnight chimes had struck : the echoes sank :2 THE SEEll's DEATH, [BOOK Far in the distance, and the air grew still, — A strange oppressive stillness. In the woods The leaves were motionless, and on the grass Unwavering the moonlight shadows slept. And I was communing* with solitude, 20 And listening to the silence ; when I thought A voice, as of an angel, spake to me, " Thy time is come, prepare to meet thy God." Twas gently spoken, yet a sudden chill Struck to my heart ; for I was scarcely more Than midway on life's pathway, nor had thought For long years to lay down my pilgrim's staff, Unless the Bridegroom's voice were heard in heaven. And was I now already summon'd home ? I ask'd, and half incredulously gazed 30 Upon the crystal of that starlit sky, Until again within my spirit's depths I seem'd to hear that subtle spiritual voice, " Seven days, and thou shalt enter into rest." And then I knew it was no idle dream/ I felt that One was standing by me, whom I saw not, and with trembling lips replied, " Thou calledst me, O Lord, and here am I." That night I spent in prayer. The lamp that hung Suspended in my chamber slowly paled 40 And flicker'd in its socket. But my soul Was lit up with a clearer purer light, The daybreak of a near eternity, I.J AND DESCENT TO HADES. 3 Which cast its penetrating 1 beams across The isthmus of my life, and fringed with gold The mists of childhood, and revealed beyond The outline of the everlasting hills. 'Twas more than half a jubilee of years Since first I knelt a suppliant at the throne Of mercy, and bewaiFd my sins, and heard 50 The voice of absolution, " Go in peace \" And daily since that birth-time of my soul Had I found shelter at the feet of Christ. But in the glory of that light, aware Of the immediate presence of my God, I saw myself, as I had never seen, Polluted and undone ; and, clothed in shame, Awestruck, like Peter, cried aloud, " Depart From me, who am a sinful man, O Lord." But, as I raised my eye to read His will, 60 I saw, as never hitherto, the cross Irradiated with celestial light, And love divine, unutterable, poured Around the form of Him who hung thereon. I gazed entranced, enraptured ; and anew I washed the dark stains of my travelling dress White in the fountain of His blood ; and then, Methought, He laid His hand upon my head, And whispered, " Go in peace, and sin no more." And the words seemed to linger in the air, 70 Whether an angel caught them up or not I know not, but they seemed to float around me, 4 THE SEER'S DEATH, [BOOK " Sin no more, weary pilgrim, sin no more, No more at all for ever, sin no more." And thus long hours of peace and prayer and praise Passed noiselessly, as gliding slumber ; though That night was more to me than years of life, If life be measured, its true gauge, by love. I feasted upon love ; I drank, I breathed Nothing but love. But when the morning came so I knew no more what passed around me : earth Sank from my view, and yet I was not free To climb the heavens. As when the aeronaut, Borne sunward on his too adventurous car, At length emerging from the seas of mist (Which circumfused long while about his path Clung darkling, but now roll in lucid waves Of clouds beneath him) hovers there a while, A stranger in that crystal atmosphere, Exiled from earth, and yet not winged for heaven : 90 So in my fever dreams I seemed to hang On the far confines of the world of sense, Unconscious of the lapse of day or night, If lonely or in loved society ; But conscious of my spirit's fellowship With the Eternal Spirit. God was there : I knew it : I was with Him. And meanwhile His angel gently loosen'd all the cords Of my frail tabernacle, and the tent Fluttered to every breeze. 100 I.] AND DESCENT TO HADES. 5 Six days I lay In that strange borderland, so she, who watch'd Unwearied as an angel day and night Beside my pillow, told me when I woke From the fruition of celestial love To drink in, like a thirsty traveller, The sweetness of her human love once more : — Never so sweet as now. They sin who deem There can be discord betwixt love and love. Six days had passed ; and now the morning sun Bore through the open casement all the glow no Of summer ; more than six days out of seven Since that strange midnight summons : — so I knew My hours were numbered, and that I should see No other sunrise on this weary world ; And gently said, intolerant of suspense, " My wife, my darling, I am going home ; God wills it,- darling, — going home to-night." Sorely I fear'd the first shock of my words Upon the tenderest of human hearts, A wife's, a mother's heart. But softly laying 120 Her hand upon my burning brow, she said, u I know it all, beloved husband. God Hath spoken to me also, and hath given These brief hours to my wrestling prayers. Enough, To-morrow and all after life for tears, To-day and all eternity for love." And leaning then her ear close to my lips, 6 THE SEER'S DEATH, [BOOK Her soft cheek touching mine, we spoke or thought (A broken word was clue to many thoughts) Of things long past, and holy memories, 1 30 That glow'd in sunlight through the mist of years, Or cast their solemn shadow o'er the hills ; Those anniversaries, that sanctify So many Sabbaths in a pilgrim's life : The day that interlink'd her heart with mine, Our ramble through a laurel greenery, My soul full charged with its own feelings, nor Well able to restrain their passionate flow Into the waveless mirror of her love ; Not able long. The intervening years uo Of tried affection and of hope deferred ; And then the plucking of the tree of life With its ambrosial fruitage, and fresh flowers Upon our bridal day. We took and ate And lived — God's smile upon us. Then our home, All fragrant with parental thoughtfulness, Close nestling by the village church, my charge ; Say rather ours : our lambs, our flock, our fold, For I was shepherd, and she shepherdess, And we, as one, were married to one spouse. 3 5fl Indissoluble bond ! names, faces, hearts Came back upon us fresh as yesterday : The precious seed not seldom sown with tears, The golden grain that ripen'd here and there, A wave-sheaf of our husbandry. And link'd With all the memories of pastoral life I.] AND DESCENT TO HADES. 7 The birth-days of our children, those dear ties That bound us ever closer each to each, Us to our people, them and us to God. Nor births alone : for twice the gates of pearl 1 60 Had opened on their musical hinges, while The angels ministrant had ta'en each time A little tender ewe-lamb from our arms, To nurture it, so Jesus willed, in heaven. And then we spoke of other blessed dead, Akin to us by blood, akin by grace, And friends, and fellow-travellers, whose names Sprang to our eager lips spontaneously : Their forms that hour were present as when last We wrung their hands upon the shore of time. 170 And ever the horizon grew more clear And wider as we gazed. Our little life Was interwoven with the universe Of God's eternal counsels. We were part Of the whole family in heaven and earth ; The many were in heaven, the few on earth ; Part of the mighty host whose foremost ranks Long since had crossed the river, and had pitched Their tents upon the everlasting hills. How shrunken Jordan seemed. iso The day wore fast. My wife looked up. I saw her anxious eye Measuring the shadows more aslant, and read Her thought, and whispered, " Call them to us." Soon . 8 THE SEER'S DEATH, [BOOK Our children clustered round my bed. Dear hearts, — The eldest only in the bloom of spring, The next in earliest prime of youth, the rest In order opening like forest flowers, A wreath of girls with brothers intertwined, Down to the rosebud in the nurse's arms. They were but learners in the infant school 190 Of sorrow, and were scarcely able yet To spell its simplest signs. But when they caught The meaning of their mother's words,, and knew That I was going to leave them, one low sob Broke from them, like the sighing of the wind That frets the bosom of a silver lake Before a tempest. Each on the other look'd; And every lip trembled \ and tears, hot tears, Gusk'd forth, and quickly woidd have drench'd all eyes. But fearing their most innocent distress 200 Would, like an irresistible tide, break down The barrier of their mother's holy calm, I raised my head upon the pillow, saying, " Weep not, my children, that your father's work Is over, and his travelling days are done. For I am going to our happy home, Jerusalem the golden, of which we On Sabbath evenings have so often sung, And wish'd the weary interval away That lay betwixt us and its pearly gates. -210 You must not weep for me. Nor for yourselves. I.] AND DESCENT TO HADES. 9 Nor for your mother grieve too bitterly. The Father of the fatherless will be Your Father and your God. You know who says,, I will not leave you orphans. He will send The Blessed Comforter to comfort you, And soon will come and take you to Himself, That where He is there you may also be In glory. And the time I know is short. The Bridegroom cometh quickly. Let your loins 220 Be girded, and your lamps be trimmed alway. Methinks your earthly sojourn will be closed, Not like your father's with the sleep of death, But by the archangel's clarion. Be it so : Or be it that ye walk the pilgrim's course To life's far bourn, the God of Israel Will shield you, and will give you bread to eat And raiment to put on, until you reach Your Father's house in peace. w Come here, my child, My firstborn, who hast ever been to me 230 Thy mother's image, doubly blessed thus ; Subdue thy grief that thou may'st solace hers, And with a daughter's heavenly art reflect Her former brightness on a widow's heart : I leave it thee thy charge. And thou, my boy, Son, brother, father, pastor thou must be, And with a thoughtfulness beyond thy years Enfold thy mother in thy filial love, 10 THE SEER'S DEATH, [BOOK As the leaves cluster round a shaken rose ; And shade thy sisters and thy brothers, as 240 A granite wall the flowers. Thy hour is come To take the banner of the cross : it was Thy sainted grandsire's once, and fearlessly He bore it in the thickest fight, and then Entrusted it to my unequal hands. Now it is thine. I leave it thee to guard And part from only with thy parting breath. " Come near to me, my children. Let the hand That traced the cross upon your infant brow, Rest on your heads once more : come hither, nurse, 260 Upon my babe, my tenderest blossom first, God bless him : and the others, dear, dear lambs, On each and all a father's blessing abide. And Thou, Great Shepherd of the flock, look down In mercy from Thy throne of heavenly grace On those whom Thou hast given me. From Thy hand I first received them, and to Thee again, Thee only, I resign them. Let not one Be wanting in the day Thou countest up The jewels in Thy diadem of saints. 260 I ask not for the glories of the world, I ask not freedom from its weariness Of daily toil : but, O Lord Jesu Christ, Let Thy omnipotent prayer prevail for them, And keep them from the evil. In the hour Of trial, when the subtle tempter's voice I.] AND DESCENT TO HADES. 11 Sounds like a seraph's, and no human friend Is nigh, let my words live before Thee then, And hide my lambs beneath Thy shadowing wings, And keep them as the apple of Thine eye : 270 My prayers are ended, if Thy will be done In them and by them : till at last we meet Within the mansions of our Father's house, A circle never to be sunder'd more, No broken link, a family in heaven/' And now the sun had sunk behind the hills ; The twilight deepened ; and the stars jpeep'd forth Betwixt the drapery of silver clouds. And the nurse understood the sign I gave, And led the younger children from my room ; 280 And what with weeping and with weariness It was not long before they slept. The rest Silently praying lean'd against the foot Of my low couch. Never a word they spoke, But look'd their inexpressible love, till thoughts Of luminous stars, and large and loving eyes, Were strangely blended in a dream that came Enamell'd with rich pictures of my life, And floated like a golden mist away. The time-piece striking nine recalled me ; for 290 I felt the involuntary thrill it sent Through my wife's heart, as kneeling by my side 12 THE SEEIl's DEATH, [BOOK She clung : and almost unawares my lips Repeated words she loved in other days Though long forgotten — " All thine own on earth, Beloved, and in glory all thine own." They opened a deep fountain ; and her tears Fell quick as rain upon my hand, — hot tears On a cold hand, — so sluggishly my blood Crept now. And I said, u Let the children read 300 Some of God's words." All others would have jarr'd That night, but His are tender in their strength, And in their very tenderness are strong. And straightway, like a chime of evening bells Melodiously o'er broken waters borne, They read in a low voice most musical Some fragments of the book of life. The first Chose words she loved from David's pastoral, — " The Lord my Shepherd is ; I shall not want : He leads me in green pastures, and beside 310 Still waters ; and restores my soul to tread For His name's sake the paths of righteousness. Yea, though I walk the shadowy vale of death, I fear not ; Thou art with me ; and Thy crook It comforts me. My table is prepared In presence of my enemies : my head Thou, Lord, anointest ; and my cup o'erllows. Goodness and mercy shall attend my steps, And in Thy house I shall for ever dwell." I.] AXD DESCENT TO HADES. 13 She ceased; and then another from the Psalm 320 Of him, who call'd his son u a stranger here/' Read, "Thou, O Lord, hast been our dwelling-place Prom age to age, the everlasting Thou/' Until he lingered on the children's prayer, " O satisfy us early with Thy love That we may live rejoicing all our days/' t Methinks, they hardly caught my low amen, For almost without pause a gentle girl, With a voice tremulous for tears not shed, Repeated, for she knew them, the dear words 330 Of Jesus on the night He was betray'd, u Let not your heart be troubled \ ye believe In God ..." nor ceased till she had pleaded all The eloquence of His High-priestly prayer. And then my son began, " Now is Christ risen, The first-fruits of the dead who sleep in Him." The words burnt brightly' as beacon fires at night, Till as he utter'd " This corruptible Must put on incorruption, and this mortal Its immortality /' and ask'd in tones 3 to Where faith with feeling wrestled and prevail'd, " Where is thy sting, O death ! and where, O grave, Thy victory ?" We heard, but heeded not, The warning that another hour had pass'd, For our responsive hearts were echoing " Thanks To God who ffiveth us the victory ! " 14 THE SEER'S DEATH, [BOOK And now for the last time the manna fell Around my pilgrim tent. My eldest child Turned with true instinct to our home, and read The vision of the new Jerusalem, 350 The Bridal city, built of crystal gold And bright with jewels, whether real types Or rather typical realities. And, as she read, we often paused and spoke, Though but as children speak of things unseen ; Until the closing words, " His servants there Shall serve Him ; they shall see His face ; His name Writ in their forehead. And they need no sun Or moon to shine upon them, for the Lord Doth lighten them with uncreated light, 360 And they shall reign for ever and for ever/' Then there was silence : and my children knelt Around my bed — our latest family prayer. Listen — it is eleven striking. Then I whispered to my wife, " The time is short ; I hear the Spirit and the Bride say, Come, And Jesus answering, c I come quickly/ Listen / J And as she wiped the death-dews from my brow, She faltered, " He is very near," and I Could only faintly say, " Amen, amen." 370 And then my power of utterance was gone : I beckoned and was speechless : I was more Than ankle deep in Jordan's icy stream. My children stood upon its utmost verge, I.] AND DESCENT TO HADES. 15 Gazing imploringly, persuasively, While the words " Dear, dear father/' now and then Would drop, like dew, from their unconscious lips. My gentle wife, with love stronger than death, Was leaning over those cold gliding waves. I heard them speaking, but could make no sign ; 380 I saw them weeping, but could shed no tear ; I felt their touch upon my flickering pulse, Their breath upon my cheek, but I could give No answering pressure to the fond hands pressed In mine. So rapidly the river-bed Shelved downward, I had passed or almost passed Beyond the interchange of loving signs Into the very world of love itself. The waters were about my knees ; they washed My loins ; and still they deepened. Unawares 390 I saw, I listened — who is He who speaks ? — A Presence and a Voice. That Presence moved Beside me like a cloud of glory ; and That Voice was like a silver trumpet, saying, " Be of good comfort. It is I. Fear not." And whether now the waters were less deep Or I was borne upon invisible arms, I know not ; but methought my mortal robes Now only brushed the smoothly gliding stream, And like the edges of a sunset cloud 400 The beatific land before me lay. One long, last look behind me : gradually The figures faded on the shore of time, 16 THE SEEIt's DEATH, [BOOK And, as the passing bell of midnight struck, One sob, one effort, and my spirit was free. They err who tell us, that the spirit unclothed, And from its mortal tabernacle loosed, Has neither lineament of countenance, Nor limit of ethereal mould, nor form Of spiritual substance. The Eternal Word, 410 Before He hung upon the Virgin's breasts, Was wont to manifest Himself to men, In visible similitude defined : And, when on Calvary He gave up the ghost, In that emancipated Spirit went forth, And preached glad tidings to the souls below. The angels are but spirits, a flame of fire, And subtle as the viewless winds of heaven ; Yet are they each to the other visible, And beautiful with those original forms 420 That crown'd the morn of their nativity. Each has his several beauty. It is true The changes that diversify their state, Wrought with the speed of washes at their will And pleasure who are pleased as pleases God, Are many as are the leaves and bloom and fruit That shed new lustre on the orange groves And vineyards of the south : but still remains Their angel ideality the same, As we confuse not orange-trees and vines. 430 And so the spirit inbreathed in human flesh, I.] AND DESCENT TO HADES. 17 By death divested of its mortal robes. Retains its-individual character, Ay, and the very mould of its sojourn Within this earthly tabernacle. Face Answers to face, and limb to limb : nor lacks The saint immediate investiture "With saintly' apparel. Only then the mind Which struggles here beneath this fleshly veil, As the pure fire in a half polished gem — 440 Ruby or amethyst or diamond — Imprisoned, when the veil is rent in twain, Beams as with solar radiance forth, and sheds Its glow o'er every motion, every look : That which is born of spirit is spirit, and seems All ear, all eye, all feeling, and all heart ; — A crystal shrine of life. And I was now A spirit, new born into a spiritual world. Half dreaming, half awake, I lay awhile In an Elysium of repose : as glides 450 A vessel long beset with boisterous winds Into some tranquil port, and all is still, Except the liquid ripple round the keel : So in a trance I lay. But gradually, As wakes an infant from its rosy sleep To find its mother keeping by its side Enamoured vigil, dreaming I awoke, And slowly then bethought me whence I came 18 THE SEEll's DEATH, [BOOK And what I was, and ask'd instinctively " Where am I ? " And a gentle voice, in tones 460 More musically soft than those the wind Elicits from iEolian harp or lute, Made answer, u Brother, thou art by my side, By me thy guardian angel, who have watch'd Thy footsteps from the wicket gate of life, And now am here to tend thy pathway home." I turned to see who spake, and being turned I saw two overshadowing wings that veiled The unknown speaker. Slowly they disclosed A form of light which seemed to rest on them, 470 So, to compare the things of earth and heaven, As rests the body of the bird, which men Call for delight the bird of Paradise, Upon its waving feathers poised in air, Feathers, or rather clouds of golden down, With streamers thrown luxuriantly out In all the wantonness of winged wealth. Not otherwise behind that angel waved His pinions tremulous with starry light, Then drooped close folded to his radiant side : 480 But, folded or diffuse, with equal ease Buoyant he floated on the obedient air. The very sight was melody ; such grace Flowed in his lightest motion. Save his wings The form was human in the spring of youth : I guessed a warrior by the fiery sword Girt to his thigh ; and yet his flowing robes, I.] AND DESCENT TO HADES. , 19 White as if woven of the beams that fall On the untrodden snows, bespoke a priest ; And his mysterious crown, a king : but when 490 Smiling he looked on me, so much of love — Pure, holy, unimaginable love — In that one glance his spirit poured into mine ; Nor warrior then, nor priest, nor king he seem'd, But only brother. And again he spoke, " Before yon hills have caught the Eastern glow Will they expect us at heaven's golden gates. The road is long ; but swifter than the beams Of morning is the angelical convoy Sent for thy escort home. Myself thy guide : 500 And with me other two, who on their hands Shall bear thee as they bore blest Lazarus Into his father's bosom, ready stand, Waiting our summons. But, so pleases thee, Ere we set forth, rise, brother, and look round Upon the battle-field where thou hast fought The fight of faith/' Immediately I rose, My spiritual essence to my faintest will Subservient, as is flame to wind, and gazed, Myself invisible, around. O sight 510 Surpassing utterance, when the mists, that veil'd That borderland of heaven and earth and hell, c 2 SM) THE SEER'S DEATH, [BOOK Dispersed, or rather when my eyes became Used to the mysteries of tilings unseen ! My dwelling had been situate beside The myriads of a vast metropolis : But now astonished I beheld, and lo ! There were more spirits than men, more habitants Of the thin air than of the solid ground : The firmament was quick with life. As when 520 The prophet's servant looked from Dothan forth On Syria's thronging multitudes, and saw, His eyes being opened at Elisha's prayer, Chariots of fire by fiery horses drawn, The squadrons of the sky around the seer Encamping. Thus in numbers numberless The hosts of darkness and of light appear 'd Thronging the air. They were not ranged for fight, But mingled host with host, angels with men. Nor was it easy to discern the lost 530 From the elect. There were no horned fiends As some have fabled, no gaunt skeletons Of naked horror ; but the fallen wore, Even as the holy angels, robes of light ; Nor did their ruin otherwise appear Than in dark passions, envy, and pride, and hate, Which like a brand upon their brow obscured The lustre of angelic loveliness. It was not open battle, might with might Contesting ; but uninterrupted war 540 Of heavenlv faithfulness and hellish craft. I.] AND DESCENT TO HADES. 21 By every saint a holy watcher stood ; By some a company of blessed spirits ; Each had their ministry assigned. And oft From some superior chief the watchword pass'd, Or warnings came of stratagems foreseen. Or tidings from the court of glory sped From lip to lip more quickly than the thoughts Which men decypher from electric signs. Far off their armour gleam/d. On the other hand 550 The spirits of darkness freely intermixed With all ; innumerable legions arm'd ; And, baffled oft, to their respective lords The thrones and principalities of hell Repairing, better learned their cursed lore To win or storm the ramparts of the heart Except to treachery impregnable. Around some dwellings, thick as locust-swarms, I saw them cluster. Flushed with wine there passed A young man through the solitary streets — 56o Not solitary to angelic eyes — Home to his father's house : a dark spirit waved A fascinating spell before his face : And straightway to those tents of wickedness He bent his easy steps ; and, as he crossed The threshold through the crowd invisible, I heard their fiendish laugh of triumph. Soon Another, on the call of charity, With haste that dimly-lighted pavement trod ; And him the spirits malign assayed to draw 5 70 22 the seer's death, [book With the same sorcery : but an angel stoop'd And interposed his buckler, and the youth Went on unscathed, though mindless of his peril. A lonely garret drew my eye ; for thence A flood of roseate brilliance streamed afar, Such brilliance as a spirit alone may see : There on a bed of straw a sufferer lay Feeble, but strong in faith ; and by her side Two of heaven's noblest principalities Kept watch : and to my look of marvel, why 580 Such high pre-eminence was hers, my guide Made answer, " She is one whom Jesus loves/' But now another sight attracted me : 'Twas but a children's orphanage ; but there, Say, is it Jacob's ladder once again Planted upon the earth ? Such forms of light Were passing to and fro continually, So frequent was the intercourse with heaven. It boots not further to declare what things I saw that hour : but wheresoe'er I look'd 590 Methought there was an earnestness and awe Presaging coming crisis. As I gazed, Questions innumerable to my lips Rose as live waters to a fountain's brim. But I was mute with wonder ; and my guide, Responding to my quick unspoken thoughts, Said, " Brother, I will tell thee all ere long But now one more permitted glance of love I.] AND DESCENT TO HADES. 23 Upon thy earthly home, and we must then Assay our long, precipitate descent." 600 I followed where he led. Is it my home, My widow'd, desolate, and orphaned home ? O hush ! o'er every child an angel bent, Nor was the nurse the only one who watched The cradle of my sleeping babe. My wife Had stolen to our silent chamber back, And knelt in tears beside my lifeless clay : And o'er her stood a seraph, watching her With wondrous tenderness and love and grief. " And is it true/' I ask'd — my words were quick 6lo And irrepressible for eager thought, — " Hath it been ever granted those who have pass'd The river, to appear and show themselves, Unchanged in form, in heart unchangeable, To loved ones they have left behind ?" u 'Tis true It hath been so/' gently my guardian said, " But only by His sovereign will and word Who holds the keys of Hades and of Death, And opens, as He wills, the mortal eye To see the mysteries of things unseen. 620 There are who fondly call upon the dead To hear them, and imagine they receive Some dark response in symbols or in sounds : But either in their minds their own prayers raise Distemper'd phantasies, or spirits unblest, 24 the seer's death, [book Perceiving that the bond of fealty Is broken with the One and Only God, Assume the very lineaments and voice Of those invoked, and answering them allure Their worshippers to ruin. Yet sometimes 630 The veil is lifted by His high behest "Who separates eternity from time, And spirits have spoken unto men, and then Their eye is open, and their ear attent. Blest seers, blest auditors : but higher still And holier is the pure beatitude On those who have not seen and yet believe ; And such is hers who kneels before thee : hers, As thine was, is the victory of faith. Leave her to God. Our journey summons us." 640 " Enough, enough," I answered, " all is well ; I would not pluck one jewel from her crown : Arise, let us be going." And at my words The spirit who watched beside her looked on me A look of tender gratitude, and waved His hand in token of a short farewell. And I was now aware of two who stood Beside me, courier angels, winged for speed : Twin brothers they appeared, so like their mien, So like their garments dipt in rainbow hues ; 650 They bent on me the beauty of their smile, And singing, as they took my hand in theirs, I.] AND DESCENT TO HADES. 25 " Home, brother, home/' unclosed their wings of light : And we, my guardian leading us the way, Set forth upon the road to Paradise. Smooth, easy, swifter than the winds of heaven Our flight was. In the twinkling of an eye We brush'd the mantle of a silver cloud That floated in mid sky. Like flames of fire We mounted upward, for awhile within 660 The limits of the mighty shadow cast From the earth's solid globe athwart the heavens. But soon, emerging from its gloom, we saw The sun unclouded, but its disc reduced To half its former radiance, — faint its warmth, Feeble its light, and lessening every league. But when I saw that we had left the earth Beneath us, and were ever soaring higher, I turned me to my radiant guide and said, " O blessed angel, wherefore calledst thou 670 The road to Paradise a long descent Precipitate ? Upward our pathway leads, Ascending, not descending : and the earth Already lies a planet at our feet/' And he, benignly smiling, answered me, " Call me, I pray thee, Oriel, such my name — One little beam from God's great orb of light. Ascension and descension, height and depth, Are here not measured by a line through space 2ti THE SEER'S DEATH, [BOOK Drawn vertical or perpendicular 680 From any spot on the revolving earth, Of which let it suffice thee to reflect Thy highest hitherto hath ever been The lowest to the other hemisphere. Not so our zenith and our nadir lie : But height with us is where the Eternal God, Though omnipresent in the universe, Reveals the lustre of His throne supreme, Through clouds of glory in the heaven of heavens : And depth is the remotest opposite. 690 We are descending now : for Hades lies More distant from the everlasting throne Than central earth. Fear not ; for He who sits High throned above all height pre-eminent, Not only stooped from thence to Bethlehem, But dying, descended lower than the earth, And captive led captivity, His prey, In those vast realms beneath. Descending first, Soon He ascended far above the heavens, And with His presence fills the universe. Too His pathway, brother, must be thine. Nor think That Paradise, though situate in the deep Which lieth under, is not real heaven : Heaven is where Jesus is, and He is there. Even as in those mysterious temple courts Built on mount Zion, figures of the true, There was the outer court, the hoi}- place, The Holiest of Holies, and yet all I.] AND DESCENT TO HADES. 27 Were but one house, One Father's house of prayer ; So is it in the heaven of heavens. And now 710 The veil is rent for ever, and He walks Who bears thy name engraven on His heart Before the throne of mercy, and amid The golden candlesticks, and where the souls Beneath the altar ciy l How long, O Lord T Fear not ; there thou shalt see Him as He is, There clasp His sacred feet, and rest beneath The beaming sunlight of His countenance, And follow where He leads through fairer fields Than Eden, by the gushing springs of life 720 Fresh watered. He makes heaven : and every part Of His great temple with His glory shines/' So spake he ; and I hung upon his lips Entranced, whose words w^ere sweeter to my taste Than droppings of the honey dew. But now I was aware the pathway that we clomb No longer was a solitary track, Rather a mighty highway of the heavens : For other travellers, angels they seem'd, Were passing to and fro unweariedly, 730 On manifold behests commissioned. Some Swept by us, swift as lightning, on their road From Paradise to earth : and other some Journeying the way we went, in groups of light, Bore in their hands, like my angelic guard, A weary pilgrim to his home of rest. 28 the seer's death, [book Others, and they were many, had each in charge A sleeping infant folded to his bosom, And ever and anon would stoop and gaze Upon it with unutterable love. 740 Of some the flight was slow : but when I looked, The spirit they carried was in chains, and all His stricken lineaments bespoke despair. And still the path became more thronged, and shone With living meteors, so as to compare The things of sight and faith, at midnight when A rose-blush as of morning seems to steal Across the northern firmament, with jets Of ardent flame and undulating light Incessant. On our right hand and our left 750 The stars sang Hallelujah, as we passed Now in the splendour of some nearer orb, Whether a satellite or blazing sun, And now within the twilight interval That lay betwixt their vast domains. But I, Solicitous regarding those whose look Of woe once seen was ineffaceable, AskMj " Holy Oriel, are those prisoners, Whose slower course we pass continually, Angelic, or lost spirits of human birth ? 760 And wherefore are they on this road with us V* And he replied, his words were grave but calm, " They are the disembodied souls of men Who lived and died in sin. Lightly they spent I.] AND DESCENT TO HADES. 29 In Godless mirth or prayerless toil unblest Their brief inestimable day of proof, Till the last golden sands ran out : and now Their hour is come, and they are on the road To that profound abysmal deep, wherein The rich man lifted up his anguished eyes — 770 Eyes never to be closed in sleep again : Nor marvel that one track their footsteps leads And ours. Remember he of whom I spake, Himself in torments, though far off, beheld The holy Lazarus, and call'd aloud — A bootless prayer — on Abraham for aid. And when that desperate monarch, Saul of old, Impenitent, besought of Endows witch The knowledge that insulted Heaven refused, The prophet's spirit, which rose at God's behest, 780 Baffling the arts of sorcery, replied, ' To-morrow thou and thine shall be with me/ All die, for all have sinn'd. Their mother earth Has but one sepulchre for all. And here One Hades, by us called the under-world, Receives the spirits of the damn'd and blest : One world, but widely sunder'd by a gulf Inevitably fixed, impassable, Which severs to the left hand and the right The prison-house of woe and Paradise. 790 Before us now it lies/' I look'd, and lo 30 the seer's death, [book Before us lay a sphere girdled with clouds, And glorious with illimitable lights And shadows mingling. Momently it grew Dilated, as with undiminished speed We outstripped lightnings m our homeward path, Until in vain I toiPd to mark the line Of its horizon. Boundless it appeared As space itself, a nether sea of mist Unfathomable, shoreless, infinite. 800 Thither our pathway led. But as we near'd Its extreme confines, I beheld what seemed A defile in those mountainous clouds, a chasm Whence issued floods of radiance, pure white light, And rainbow tints, roseate, and gold, and blue, Unparalleled on earth : though He who sees The virgin snows upon the Alps suffused With blushes underneath the first salute Of morning, sees a shadow of this light. This was the gorgeous avenue which led 81 o Straight to the gates of bliss — a pass to which The grandest and the most sublime on earth, From Caubul to the sunny plains of Ind, Were but a miner's arch. The massive sides, Massive they seemed, of this ravine were built Of clouds which ever hung there undispersed, And caught on every vaporous fold and skirt The glory of the sportive rays that streamed Forth from the happy Paradise beyond Innumerable. But before we passed 820 I.] AND DESCENT TO HADES. 31 Under that radiant canopy, I saw Another road far stretching on our left Into the outer darkness, vast and void, And from its depths methought I faintly heard The sighings of despair. Time was not now For mute surprise or question. On we flew, As shoots a vessel laden with the wealth Of Ceylon's isle, or Araby the blest, Right onward, every sailyard bent with wind, Into her long'd-for port. And now the air 830 Grew tremulous with heavenly melody. Far off at first it seemed and indistinct, As swells and sinks the multitudinous roar Of ocean : but ere long the waves of sound RolPd on articulate, and then I knew The voice of harpers harping on their harps. And lo, upon the extreme verge of cloud, As once at Eden's portals there appeared A company of angels clothed in light, Thronging the path or in the amber air 840 Suspense. And in the twinkling of an eye We were among them, and they clustered round And waved their wings, and struck their harps again For gladness : every look was tenderness, And every w r ord was musical with joy. " Welcome to heaven, dear brother, welcome home ! Welcome to thy inheritance of light ! Welcome for ever to thy Master's joy ! 32 the seer's death. [book I. Thy work is done, thy pilgrimage is past ; Thy guardian angel's vigil is fulfilled ; 850 Thy parents wait thee in the bowers of bliss ; Thy infant babes have woven wreaths for thee ; Thy brethren who have entered into rest Long for thy coming ; and the angel choirs Are ready with their symphonies of praise. Nor shall thy voice be mute : a golden harp For thee is hanging on the trees of life ; And sweetly shall its chords for ever ring, Responsive to thy touch of ecstasy, With Hallelujahs to thy Lord and ours." 860 So sang they ; and that vast defile of clouds Re-echoed with the impulses of song And music, and the atmosphere serene Throbbed with innumerable greetings. Sounds, Such as no mortal ear hath ever heard, Save those who watcVd their flocks at Bethlehem, Ravished my soul, and sights surpassing words, Till, ear and eye fulfilled with pure delight, I turned me to my angel guide, and said Unconsciously, u 'Twere good to sojourn here!" 870 But he, in tones of buoyant hope, replied, " Brother, thou shalt see greater things than these." EXD OF THE FIRST BOOK. 33 BOOK II. THE PARADISE OF THE BLESSED DEAD. On, through that mountainous defile of clouds, My guardian and his winged ministers Bore me with smooth undeviating flight, And speed unslacken'd : round about us play'd Our retinue of angels, carolling And harping as they flew : the while an hour Passed peradventure of terrestrial time, Measuring in space leagues almost measureless, Though travellers along that blissful road Wished it were longer. But at last aware 10 Of brighter radiance circumfused, I looked Far in the gleaming distance, and behold, Barring our onward course, were gates of pearl, Translucent pearl, through which the glory' of heaven Came softened in a thousand tender hues — Distinguishable Iris, chrysolite, Sapphire, and emerald, and sardius, And peerless hyacinthine amethyst. The deep foundations of those gates were sunk 34 THE PARADISE OP THE BLESSED DEAD. [BOOK Lower than thought may fathom, and their top 20 Appeared to touch the empyrean's arch ; But at the echo of the harpers' song Back with melodious sound they softly flew, As if themselves instinct with sympathies Of welcome, and disclosed the scenes of bliss That lay beyond them bathed in amber light. Here first upon the threshold of those gates My heavenly escort paused. Here first I trod A pavement of transparent gold, and gazed Upon that luminous ravine, which brought 30 Us hither, in admiring marvel. Such A cincture, to compare great things with small, Of w r aters and of vaporous clouds composed Some hold the golden ring wdiich circulates Round Saturn's orb : or such, as others tell, The lucid atmosphere enveloping The central sun, whose solid globe opaque Is only visible through rents which show As spots to the inhabitants of earth. But what might be the mantle, which enwrapt 40 The unseen world of spirits, I ask'd not. Clouds Were none before us. Through the gates of pearl We pass'd, and on a terraced platform stood, Which overlooked the realms of Paradise, And gazed awhile, like Moses from the rocks Of Pisgah on the promised land. O, scene Surpassing words ! Beneath us lay outstretched II.] THE PARADISE OF THE BLESSED DEAD. 35 A garden far more large than if the earth. From pole to pole, from sunrise to sunset, Bloomed with the countless roses of Cashmere ; 50 And yet not larger to the dark abyss That couched beneath it and beyond, than was Blest Eden to the whole primeval world. And this, like Adam's sinless nursery, Was planted by the hand of God Himself, And watered with the rivulets of life, And shaded with innumerable trees, Fragrant and flowering and hung with fruit — Trees beautiful to view and good for food. All here was good. Nor were there wanting hills Go With vallies interspersed, and placid lakes, And plains, and forests, as of cedars, fit For holy intercourse of friend with friend, And opening glades between. The distant seemed Near as we looked upon it : whether this Were due to that crystalline atmosphere Purged from all film, or rather that the eyes Of spirits and angels in themselves excel The virtues of those lenses wherewith men Have arm'd their ineffective vision, as 70 A microscope and telescope in one. For a brief space we gazed enamoured. Then Cleaving with ease the light elastic air, By love's strong magnet drawn, we sloped our flight, As slopes a meteor with its train of gold Across the summer firmament, nor stayed d 2 36 THE PARADISE OF THE BLESSED DEAD. [BOOK Till in a wooded vale beside a stream We lighted — we and our angelic choir. We lighted \ and my guardian with a smile Of gladness, which no thought of self obscured, 80 Turned to me, saying, a Brother, this is home : This is thy Saviour's rest, and this is thine, Until the archangels trumpet sound in heaven, Here thou with Jesus art, Jesus with thee ; Go forth and meet thy Lord. Beneath this shade Mean time we tarry for thee, while alone Thou seest Him whom thou hast loved unseen : That is an incommunicable joy With which no other hearts, angels or men, Can intermeddle. By yon grassy bank 90 Follow where leads thee on thy way this stream Of flowing crystal ; such is His command : And here will we await thy blest return/' So they retired a little space aside, Under the grateful shadow of those trees Rich with ambrosial fruit : and ere my lips Could utter thanks I found myself alone — Alone, and on my way to meet my God. The solitude was sweet. So many scenes Of glory and unprecedented joy 100 Had crowded on my vision, that I longed To gather and compose my thoughts awhile In meditation. Such an interval II.] THE PARADISE OF THE BLESSED DEAD. .'37 Of brief but blissful solitude the bride. Left lonely on her bridal evening, feels To still the beating of a heart that beats Too high with virgin bashfulness and hope, Ere she receives her spouse. And, as I trod Those banks enamelled with the freshest flowers, Soothed with the gliding music which that stream 1 10 Made ever, brokenly at intervals, Communing with myself, I thought aloud. " And am I then in heaven ? Is this the land To which my yearning heart so often turned Desirous ? This the Paradise of saints ? And is it I myself who speak ? The same Who wandered in the desert far astray, Till the Good Shepherd found me perishing, And drew me to Himself with cords of love ? Has He now brought me to His heavenly fold, 1 20 Which sin can never touch nor sorrow cloud, Me who have watered with my frequent tears The thorny wilderness, and struggled on Footsore and weary — me, the wayward one ? And shall I never wander from Him more, And never grieve His brooding Spirit again ? O, joy ineffable ! But am I now About to meet Him, see Him face to face Who made me, and who knows me what I am, Of all His saints unworthiest of His love? 130 Why beats this heart so tremulously ? Why 38 THE PARADISE OF THE BLESSED DEAD. [BOOK Do thoughts within me rise ? Is it not He Who bought me with His blood ? Hath He not led Me on my journey hither step by step ? Came He not to me at the hour of death, And whispered that my sins were all forgiven, And now hath sent His angels to convoy My spirit safely home, and welcome me With songs of Hallelujah ? What is love, If this indissoluble bond that links 140 Me and my Lord for ever be not love ? His costly, precious, infinite, divine : Mine human, limited, and mean, and poor, And yet His inward Spirit whispers true. For what were all this gorgeous Paradise, The music of these waters, and these bowers Fragrant with fruitage, what were all to me, And tenfold all, twice measured, without Him ? Without Him heaven were but a desert rude ; With Him, a desert heaven. And art Thou here 1 50 Jesu, my Lord, my life, my light, my all ? When wilt Thou come to me, or bid me come To Thee, that I may see Thee as Thou art, And love Thee even as Thou lovest me?" And as I spake I heard a gentle Voice Calling me by my name. So Adam heard And conscience-stricken Eve the voice of God Walking abroad through Eden in the cool Of sunset. But with other thoughts to theirs II.] THE PARADISE OF THE BLESSED DEAD. &9 I turned to see who called me ; and lo, One ] Go Wearing a form of human tenderness Approached. Human He was, but love divine Breathed in His blessed countenance, a love Which drew me onwards irresistibly Persuasive : whether now He veiPd His beams More closely than the hour His brightness shone Around the prophet by Ulai's banks, And in the solitary Patmos smote Prostrate to earth the Apocalyptic seer ; Or whether the Omnipotent Spirit of God J7o Strengthens enfranchised spirits to sustain More of His glory. I drew near to Him, And He to me. O beatific sight ! vision with which nothing can compare ! The angel ministrant who brought me hither Was exquisite in beauty, and my heart Clave to his heart : the choristers of light, Who sang around our pathway, none who saw Could choose but love for very loveliness. But this was diverse from all other sights : 180 Not living only, it infused new life ; Not beautiful alone, it beautified ; Nor only glorious, for it glorified. For a brief space methought I looked on Him, And He on me. O blessed look ! how brief 1 know not, but eternity itself Will never from my soul erase the lines Of that serene transfiguring aspect. 40 THE PARADISE OF THE BLESSED DEAD. [BOOK For a brief space I stood, by Him upheld, Gazing, and then in adoration fell 1 90 And clasped His sacred feet, while holy tears, Such tears as disembodied spirits may weep, Flowed from my eyes. But bending over me, As bends a mother o'er her waking babe, He raised me tenderly, saying, " My child." And I, like Thomas on that sacred eve, Could only answer Him, " My Lord, my God." And then He drew me closer, and Himself With His own hand, His pierced hand of love, Wiped the still Killing tear-drops from my face, 200 And told me I was His and He was mine, And how my Father loved me and He loved. That hour for brevity a moment seemed ; For benediction, ages. But at last Calmly He said, " The night is almost spent ; The morning is at hand. Fearless meanwhile Rest thou in peace. Oriel, thy guardian spirit, Shall lead thee to those bowers felicitous, Where now thy parents and thy babes await My kingdom, with the other Blessed Dead." 210 So saying, by the hand He led me forth, (Lowly in heart as when He stoop'd and led The blind man of Bethsaida aside), And brought me to the spot where Oriel stayed Expectant with those courier seraphim II.] THE PARADISE OF THE BLESSED DEAD. 41 And all that choir of angels. Reverent They rose, and knelt in worship at His feet ; And there was silence till again His voice Breathed new delight ineffable in all. " Soldier and servant of the Lord, well done ! 220 My faithful Oriel, well hast thou discharged Thy long and arduous ministry of love 'Twixt earth and heaven, now for six thousand years : And not least faithful proved in guarding this Thy youngest brother from the hosts of hell Confederate to destroy My child in vain. And ye, My winged ministers of light, Well have ye brought him hither. And, ye choirs Celestial, I have heard well-pleased your songs And notes of welcome. For a little while 230 Abide ye in these happy fields, for soon A mightier triumph shall awake your harps. And, Oriel, be it thine to take thy ward Where wait his coming those he loved on earth : And, when fulfilled with their society And all the present bliss of Paradise, Lead him apart, and patiently disclose That which thou knowest of eternity's To-day and yesterday. The morrow dawns. Make him partaker of thy thoughts, whom thou 240 Hast brought to share thy glory. And meanwhile Receive from me this token of thy trust." 42 THE PARADISE OF THE BLESSED DEAD. [BOOK He said, and from His bosom plucked what seemed A gem of fire, a globe of liquid light, As Venus in her prime shines on the earth, And placed it in my guardian's starry crown : An amaranthine diadem, enwove With many jewels, now at last complete. New love beat in all hearts, new joy, new praise : And in a moment we were there alone ; 250 Yet not alone, I felt that He was there, Invisible, but personally there ; Spirit with spirit : I with Him, and He With me. Such virtue Omnipresence hath, Which only hides its glory in itself, That it may manifest itself anew In forms of unknown beauty, light with cloud, Voices with silence, movement with repose Combining in eternal interchange. And through an open glade we took our way, 260 And many an avenue of forest trees,- — Such forests Paradise alone may rear, — And on through many a deep ravine, which slept Beneath the guardianship of shadowing hills, Gliding as easily as glides a train Of golden mist amid Norwegian pines ; Or as a parting smile of evening, shed By the proud king of day, ere he retires Within the crimson curtains of the West, Breaks over the cloud-mantled Pyrenees, 270 II.] THE PARADISE OF THE BLESSED DEAD. 43 Till their peaks glow like opal, and the lakes Catching the transitory radiance gleam Like liquid pearl : so smoothly without sound Of footfall on the printless flowers we passed. The track was long, soliciting our stay ; The time was briefer than my words. And lo, A valley opened on our sudden gaze Pre-eminently beautiful and bright 'Mid that bright world of beauty. But straightway Or ever I could utter words of praise, 280 Voices familiar as my mother tongue Fell on me ; and an infant cherub sprang, As springs a sunbeam to the heart of flowers, Into my arms, and murmured audibly, " Father, dear father ;" and another clasped My knees, and faltered the same name of power. One look sufficed to tell me they were mine, My babes, my blossoms, my long parted ones ; The same in feature and in form as when I bent above their dying pillow last, 290 Only the spirit now disenrobed of flesh, And beaming with the likeness of their Lord. The one who nestled in my breast had seen All of earth's year except the winter's snows. Spring, summer, autumn, like sweet dreams, had smiled On her. Eva — or living — was her name ; A bud of life folded in leaves and love ; 44 THE PARADISE OF THE BLESSED DEAD. [BOOK The dewy morning star of summer days ; The golden lamp of happy fire-side hours ; The little ewe-lamb nestling by our side ; 300 The dove whose cooing echoed in our hearts ; The sweetest chord upon our harp of praise ; The quiet spring, the rivulet of joy; The pearl among His gifts who gave us all ; On whom not we alone, but all who looked, Gazing would breathe the involuntary words, " God bless thee, Eva — God be blessed for thee." Alas, clouds gathered quickly, and the storm Fell without w T arning on our tender bud, Scattering its leaflets; and the star was drenched 310 In tears ; the lamp burnt dimly ; unawares The little lamb was faint ; the weary dove Cowered its young head beneath its drooping wing ; The chord was loosened on our harp ; the fount Was troubled, and the rill ran nearly dry ; And in our souls we heard our Father, saying, " Will ye return the gift V* The Voice was low — The answer lower still — " Thy will be done." And now, where we had often pictured her, I saw her one of the beatified ; 320 Eva, our blossom, ours for ever now, Unfolding in the atmosphere of love : The star that set upon our earthly home Had risen in glory, and in purer skies Was shining ; and the lamp we sorely missM, Shed its soft radiance in a better home ; II.] THE PARADISE OF THE BLESSED DEAD. 45 Our lamb was pasturing in heavenly meads ; Our dove had settled on the trees of life ; Another chord was ringing with delight, Another spring of rapture was unseal'd, 330 In Paradise ; our treasure was with God ; The gift in the great Giver's strong right hand ; And none who looked on her could choose but say, " Eva, sweet angel, God be blessed for thee." But, were it possible, more beauteous seemed The cherub child who clung about my knees — A different beauty, hers. Sweet Constance, she Had trodden a longer, rougher pathway home, And not unset with thorns, — long for a bab.e, Two winters and three summers was her life — 340 Rough only for a babe ; but every step Ta'en by her little bleeding feet had left Its tracery upon her spirit now In tender lines of love, and peace, and praise. Yet both were only infants ; babes of light In God's great household : heaven with all its joys Had perfected, not changed, their infancy : The younger, with the fearless gaze of one Who never knew the shadow of a cloud, Sparkling as sparkles a pure diamond : 350 The elder, with a child's deep confidence, Which trusts you with illimitable trust, And with one look summons and wins your heart. 46 THE PARADISE OF THE BLESSED DEAD. [BOOK A babe in glory is a babe for ever. Perfect as spirits, and able to pour forth Their glad heart in the tongues which angels use, These nurselings gathered in God's nursery For ever grow in loveliness and love, (Growth is the law of all intelligence) Yet cannot pass the limit which defines 36o Their being. They have never fought the fight, Nor borne the heat and burden of the day, Nor staggered underneath the weary cross ; Conceived in sin, they sinned not; though they died, They never shuddered with the fear of death : These things they know not and can never know. Yet fallen children of a fallen race, And early to transgression, like the rest, Sure victims, they were bought with Jesus' blood, And cleansed by Jesus' Spirit, and redeemed 370 By His Omnipotent arm from death and hell : A link betwixt mankind and angelhood : As bom of woman, sharers with all saints In that great ransom paid upon the cross : In purity and inexperience Of guilt akin to angels. Infancy Is one thing, manhood one. And babes, though part Of the true archetypal house of God Built on the heavenly Zion, are not now, Nor will be ever, massive rocks rough-hewn, 380 Or ponderous corner-stones, or fluted shafts Of columns, or far-shadowing^ pinnacles ; I.] THE PARADISE OF THE BLESSED DEAD. 47 But rather as the delicate lily-work By Hiram wrought for Solomon of old, Enwreathed upon the brazen chapiters, Or flowers of lilies round the molten sea. Innumerable flowers thus bloom and blush In heaven. Nor reckon God's designs in them Frustrate, or shorn of full accomplishment : The lily is as perfect as the oak ; 390 The myrtle is as fragrant as the palm ; And Sharon's roses are as beautiful As Lebanon's majestic cedar crown. And when I saw my little lambs unchanged, And heard them fondly call me by my name, " Then is the bond of parent and of child Indissoluble/' I exclaim'd, and drew Them closer to my heart and wept for joy. But other voices of familiar love, And other forms of light reminded me 400 By the deep yearnings of my soul, I was Myself not only' a father but a child ; Nor child alone, but brother, pastor, friend. How often had I long'd in dreams o' the night, Or meditative solitude, to see The beaming sunshine of my father's smile, Which ever seem'd to me a reflex joy Cast from God's smile ; or haply oftener yet My mother's face of fond solicitude, — 48 THE PARADISE OF THE BLESSED DEAD. [BOOK Solicitous for all except herself. 4io They were before me now. Nor they alone : Betwixt them leant a slender seraph form, My sister's spirit, who with frailest bark Year after year had stemmed the wildest sea, Pain, conflict, cloud, and utter weariness, Till the last billow, almost unawares, On its rough bosom bore her into rest. And can this be that wave-tost voyager, This she ? Radiant with beauty and with bloom, As if the past had written on her brow 420 Its transcript in those shades of pensive grace And breathing sympathy, wherein remained Nothing of sadness, all of saintliness. She stood and looked on me a moment, saying, t€ My brother, it is he V 3 and on my neck She fell ; nor arms alone were interlocked In that embrace. And then the pent up thoughts Of many years flowed from our eager lips, As waters from a secret spring unseaPd. I was no stranger in a strange land there : 430 But rather as one who travel-worn and weary, Weary of wandering through many climes, At length returning homeward, eyes far off The white cliffs of his fatherland, and ere The labouring ship touches its sacred soil Leaps on the pier, while round him crowding press Children and kith and friends, who in a breath II.] THE PARADISE OF THE BLESSED DEAD. 49 Ask of his welfare, and with joyous tongues Pour all their love into his thirsty ear. Such welcome home was mine ; such questionings 440 Of things that had befallen me since last We met, and of my pathway thitherwards, And of the dear ones I had left behind : — Words with embraces interspersed. And then, Taking my hands exultingly in theirs, And singing for delight, they led me on Adown that heavenly valley : and the joy Of Oriel, who resigned me to their charge Awhile, and with his radiant retinue Hung on our footsteps, was fulfilled in mine. 450 Straight towards a river bank they bent their steps, Shaded by trees of life, whose pendent boughs, Fanned by soft gales, and laden with fresh fruit, Dipped in the living waters. Every step Some fondly loved familiar face was seen, Whom I had known in pilgrim days, unchanged, And yet all bright with one similitude : One Lord had looked on them. So passed we on, And lo, a group of the beatified Advanced to meet us, on whose lips methought, 460 Hush'd to a whisper for delight, I heard The strange salute of father. In amaze I ask'd, what meant such gratulation there ? And one for many answered, (< From thy mouth E 50 THE PA11ADISE OF THE BLESSED DEAD. [BOOK We heard of Jesus' love, and thine the hand That led us to His feet." It was enough : For all the parent and the pastor woke Within me ; all the holy memories Of bygone days flowed in a refluent tide Over my soul once more. Some I had known 470 From rosy dawn of childhood, and had watched Their hearts like buds beneath a cottage wall Unfolding to the sunshine of God's love. Some I had shepherded, yea many, who With all the throbbing impulses of youth, Gave me the inviolable confidence Of their young life. And some in after years Had pour'd the burden of a wounded spirit, Suffering and sunken, into mine ; and we Had wept together, and together sought 4-0 The sinner's only Friend, nor sought in vain. And others, dying, heard me read of him Who on the cross for mercy cried to Christ ; Heard, and themselves believed. All these I knew ; And quickly' as light their story flash'd on me. But in that group of filial spirits there came Many I knew not — part of that great store Of unsuspected treasure heaven conceals : And they too pour'd on me beatitudes. Nor, what I chiefly noted, seem'd my heart 490 Surcharged, or freighted overmuch, with love. Affections with affections jarr'd not. All Was music. As through some cathedral aisles II.] THE PARADISE OF THE BLESSED DEAD. 5 1 An organ of a thousand pipes pours forth Its rich and multitudinous harmonies. While the rapt organist touches at will Its various stops, hautboy, and trump, and flute, The clarion with the dulciana smooths, And chastens with the plaintive tremulant The diapason's thunder-roll : so love 500 Without confusion blended there with love, Symphoniously distinct : and I embraced Each one with all my heart, and all as each. But now arrived upon that river bank Whose lucid waves were shaded by the trees Of life, along its marge in loose array We wandered, saints and angels, hand in hand, The children dancing in their innocent glee, And showering roses round our steps. But soon, Hard by a wooded precipice, whence fell 5io The living waters with melodious fall In numberless cascades from rock to rock Exultant, like a rain of diamonds, Through gates of woven myrtle' and vine we passM , And entered what they calPd their bower of bliss, One of the countless bowers of Paradise. Or rather it might seem a sylvan shrine For worship • so precipitous the trees, Trees loftier than those giant pines which cast Their shade athwart Peruvian forests, shot 520 Right upward towards the crystal firmament, e 2 52 THE PARADISE OF THE BLESSED DEAD. [BOOK And wove aloft branches and leaves and fruit In arches intricate, a fretted roof, Through which the light cooPd and empurpled came, Leaving beneath wide clearance, carpeted With moss of amaranth and delicate ferns. On these the spirits elect straightway reclined, And I with them : while Oriel over me Leant gazing with such pure, perfect delight As guardian angels only know. And then 530 My children placed within my hands the wreaths Which they had woven of unfading flowers Against my coming : these my mother took And set upon my brow, smiling, and said, " Thy crown of glory other hands than mine, And in an hour of holier victory, Shall give thee." And at Oriel's signal came My father, bearing in his hand a harp Of simplest form but manifold in tones, Of musical modulations without end, 540 And gave it to me, saying, " Take it, my son ; It is heaven's workmanship, and made for thee/' I took it, nothing loth ; and, though on earth In lute or harp my skill was nothing, then Immediately I felt the tremulous strings Responsive to my every thought, as when The wind in sportive or in pensive mood Wakens iEolian music. Strung it was II.] THE PARADISE OF THE BLESSED DEAD. 53 And pitched in most mysterious unison With my heart's sympathies ; for when I laid 550 My fingers on its airy chords, straightway My very soul gushed forth in melody, The harp and harper vibrating in tune : While words, like echoes of an old refrain That heard in childhood haunts our riper years, Broke in heaven's music from my lips — " To Him Who loved us, and hath washed us from our sins In His own blood, and made us unto God And to the Father kings and priests, to Him Be glory and dominion, power and praise 5 Go For ever and for evermore. Amen." And all the ransomed spirits rejoicingly Answered, " For evermore, Amen." And all The choir of angels struck their golden lyres, Prolonging the sweet melody, until On every face a brighter radiance fell, And He, whose presence in the bowers of bliss Is Omnipresent, secretly reveal'd Himself to each, diffusing fragrance round And joy unutterable; as when the wind 570 Moves clouds of incense from an altar flame, And sheds a momentary roseate light On priests and worshippers and temple walls. The gleam o 3 the Divine glory passed : and then My children brought me fruitage they had pluckVi. From off the trees of life, and water drawn 54 THE PARADISE OF THE BLESSED DEAD. [BOOK From living springs, and ruddy juice of grapes More large and luscious than the fruit which grew On EshcoFs sunny vines. Nor deem it strange That bodiless spirits partake of meat and drink. 580 Are not the angels spirits ? and ate they not At Mamre, by the tent of Abraham, Pressed by his courteous hospitality ? And when the manna fell for forty years Around the watchfires of that pilgrim host, Was it not angel's food — the corn of heaven ? The Increate alone is self-sustained, Life in Himself possessing, and all other His creatures, from the burning seraphim That sing around His everlasting throne, 590 Even to the moth which floating in the light Wings in an hour its little life away, Feed on the bounty of a Father's love, Who opens wide His hand and satisfies All living things with life-sustaining food. And so we bless'd the Ever Blessed One, And ate and drank with such pure appetite, As gives not pain but pleasure to the feasts Of angels. Nor was lacking there the joy Of innocent laughter (they who weep on earth 600 Shall laugh in heaven) and all the genial glow Of brotherly endearment, heart to heart And eye to eye, after long severance, Meeting for ever in our Father's house. Sweet and refreshing interlude. II.] THE PARADISE OF THE BLESSED DEAD. 55 But soon To graver converse turned we : and they askM, With keen expectancy, what last I knew Of the great warfare waged by saints on earth ? What lights of morning in the golden East Streaked the horizon? what the tidings sent 610 From heathen shores and from Emmanuel's land ? What victories the cross had last achieved Over the paling crescent ? whether still The doomed embattlements of Babylon Stood in apparent might ? and if the Bride Sustained her weary vigil, as of old, From watch to watch repeating "Till He come V y They ask'd : I answered, marvelling to find How thin a veil parted the blessed Church Triumphant, and that militant on earth ; 620 And how the wrestlers, racers, combatants, Wrestled and ran and fought, encompassed round So closely by a cloud of witnesses. Farther I may not linger to relate The infinite delights of that first tryst With those, who earlier than myself had won Their rest, and tasted of the fruit of life. It might be many days of earthly time, Which passed in glory without weariness Or measure. But at length our hearts were filFd, 6:30 Even to the overflowing brim of joy, Each with the other's love ; and forth we passed, 56 THE PARADISE OF THE BLESSED DEAD. [BOOK In groups or singly, on our several paths Of rest or service : service there is rest, Rest, service : for the Paradise of saints, Like Eden with its toilless husbandry, Has many plants to tend, and flowers to twine, And fruit-trees in the garden of the soul, That ask the culture of celestial skill. Some wandered amid vines, and flowery meads, 640 And from the grateful lips of angels leaned More virtues than he knew who spake of trees From cedars to the hyssop on the wall. Some perfected their skill in dance and song, With lyre or lute accompanied, and made Those woods and valleys vocal with sweet sounds, Sweeter than those which from a thousand birds Fill Vallombrosa's vale in spring-time. Here It was perpetual spring. Some clomb with ease, Swift as the winds, the everlasting hills, 650 And from their summit bathed in light surveyed The glorious landscape. Some in silence mused : Heaven has its calm unbroken solitudes For prayer and lonely meditation meet. And some in clusters, walking or recline, Heard from an elder saint or guardian spirit The awful story of the past, or bent Over the mystic chart of prophecy, Brother to brother saying, " It is done. The day-spring is at hand." 660 II.] THE PARADISE OF THE BLESSED DEAD. 57 Me Oriel led From bower to bower, from peopled glen to glen, From saintly company to company, And showed me of the mysteries that fill That world of spirits, that nether Paradise, That suburb of the New Jerusalem, That Beautiful gate of heaven, that vestibule Where the saints wait their bright apparelling Of glory 'neath the veil now rent which hangs Betwixt the Holy and Most Holy Place. Children of light, through fields of light we passed 670 Unchallenged, not ungreeted with the smiles Of welcomes without number. And I marked How largely the redeemed, though free to range Within the limits almost limitless Of those celestial regions, grouped themselves, They and their guardian spirits, with other saints, Their fellow-pilgrims on the earth. It was No rigid severance ; for many walked, As we were walking, to and fro abroad Throughout those blissful mansions : but enough 680 Of chosen and endeared companionship To mark the character of centuries And generations, as concentric rings Of increase chronicle the growth of trees ; Or as the strata of the rocks record, Not without many an intercepting vein, The onward march of ages. Oriel read My wonder, though unspoken, and replied 58 THE PAHADISE OF THE BLESSED DEAD. [BOOK " Remember that the same Omniscient Love Designed this temple built of living stones, 690 Wherein Himself to dwell for evermore, As hung the firmament with globes of light, And grouped them, as it pleased Him best, in groups Of suns and planets, and in spiral coils Of stars innumerable, and decreed Amid this maze of constellations each Should minister to each, and by one law Of gravitation be for ever linked. So by the vast necessity of love, Necessity with equal freedom poised, 700 Saints cling to saints, angels to angels cleave, And men and angels in One Father's house Are all as brethren. Not that love can be Without the chosen specialties of love, The nearest to the nearest most akin. But none are strangers here, none sojourners : And as the cloudless ages glide away, New fountains of delight to us, to all, Will open in the fellowship of hearts, Unfathom'd by us yet. Nor time will fail ; 710 For an eternity to come is ours With humble contemplation to adore The counsels of a past eternity. But mark who next seem waiting our advance In yonder vale/' Straightway I looked, and lo, II.] THE PARADISE OF THE BLESSED DEAD. 59 We were among the parents of that age In which my life was cast — my father's peers — Some of them standard-bearers in God's host, Who, when their mortal course was finished, left Large space, and in the front ranks, as they fell, 720 Till comrades pressing onward fill'd the chasm : And others walking in the lowliest paths Of earth, now comrades with the highest in heaven. The first who greeted me by name was one Whom I had known long since, an aged saint, Dwelling all lonely in her little room, On scantiest means subsisting and content, But with a queenly heart, wide as the world, And loving all for His sake who is love : Hers now was meet society. And then 730 Saluted me the venerable man Whose writings first waken'd my dying soul To deathless life — one of those secret bonds Which interlink the family of God. But here I must not register the names Of these, and spirits of every clime and tongue, Who thronged this region clothed in dazzling white : For through them, bent on traversing the fields Of Paradise, onward to other ranks Of that illimitable host we passed, 740 Their fathers and their fathers' fathers, men Whose lamps burn'd brightly once in earthly gloom, And now themselves shone forth as stars in heaven, 60 THE PARADISE OF THE BLESSED DEAD. [BOOK Illuminating with eternal light The brightness of that filmless firmament. So passed we on from saintly band to band Among those vales resting from all their toil, In multitudes more countless than the tribes Of Israel when from Dan to Beersheba Flocking to Zion's sacred hill they kept 750 The feast of tabernacles, seven days Of song and gladness. In their midst I saw Some who appeared more radiant than the rest, And ask'd what meant their bright pre-eminence In glory. Oriel answered, u These are they Of whom the Church on earth so often sings ; Some of the martyrs* noble army : these For Christ gave up their bodies to be burned, Or bow*d their necks beneath the murderous sword ; Or, though their names appear not on the scroll 76o' Of inartyrologists, laid down their life, No less a martyrdom in Jesus* eyes, For His dear brethren's sake — watching the couch Of loathsome sickness or of slow decay ; Or binding up the ravages which men, Marring God's image, deal on fellow-men ; Or visiting the captive in his cell ; Or struggling with a burden not their own Until their very life-springs wore away. These too are martyrs, brother.'* 77o II.] THE PARADISE OF THE BLESSED DEAD. 61 As he spake. The high supremacy of sacrifice, The majesty of service filPd my soul With thoughts too deep for words. And not a few I saw there of the goodly fellowship Of prophets, the ambassadors who stood Age after age amid the scoffing world, And lifted up the standard of the cross, Unmoved, undaunted. Nor, as some have deem'd, Form'd they an order to themselves of saints, But mingling moved, like shepherds through their flocks, 780 Amid their fellow-saints, wielding the sway By them, by all, felt rather than confessed, Of grateful and predominating love. There is predominance in heaven, and grades Of lower and superior sanctities ; All are not equal there ; for brotherhood And freedom both abhor equality, The very badge of serfdom ; only there It is the true nobility of worth, The aristocracy of gentleness, 790 The power of goodness and of doing good. And when I looked upon those blessed saints, Those perfect spirits, albeit the lowest there Was greater than the greatest upon earth, 62 THE PARADISE OF THE BLESSED DEAD. [BOOK For all were clothed in sinless purity, At once I knew the principalities And virtues and subordinate degrees Amongst them. And when Oriel told their names, A deep chord vibrated within my heart, And past things lived again. And then I saw soo That many first were last, and last were first — Not all, not most, but many. There were those Once foremost in the foremost ranks, not now Distinguishable from their peers in light : And some, aforetime hidden and unknown, Now shone in lustrous dignity sublime. But one and all were circled with a cloud Of infant spirits, pure mirthful innocents, Like sunbeams glancing to and fro, like birds Warbling their song of praise. The elder saints 8IQ Seem'd to my eyes a countless multitude ; But these cherubic babes outnumbered them, As the dark pine-trees of Siberia's wilds, Unfell'd immeasurable forests, yield In numbers to the ferns and summer flowers Which grow beneath their shadowing boughs, and fringe Their gnarled roots with beauty. Heaven methinks — So awful is eternal life, so vast Its lights and shadows — heaven itself would seem Too solemn and severe without its choirs 820 Of infants revelling in innocence, Who never knew a touch of sinful grief, But live in joy, and joy because they live. II.] THE PARADISE OF THE BLESSED DEAD. 68 So hath God willU So will'd the Son of God What time He took the children in His arms, Laying His hands on them and blessing them, And saying, " Suffer them to come to Me, Forbid them not, for of such babes as these And sucklings is My kingdom in the heavens/" But time and space would fail me to narrate 830 All I beheld in that great under- world ; The golden grain of threescore centuries Reaped from a thousand harvest-fields and stored In heaven. Backward from age to age we traced The course of time along those wastes of gloom, When darkness brooded o'er the Church of God, A darkness amid which the lurid flames Of persecution blazed, and witnesses, A mystic time and times and half a time, In ashes and in sackcloth prophesied, 840 Now clothed in dazzling light : and with them those Who underneath the skirts of Antichrist Bewildered clung to Christ, and led by Him, In cell or cloister groped their way to heaven : Not one was wanting there. And there we saw The children of the Gospel's holier dawn, Austin, and Chrysostom, and Cyprian, And Irenseus, and blest Polycarp, Names representing many not unlike In love and labour, fellow-travellers 850 64 THE PARADISE OF THE BLESSED DEAD. [BOOK On earth, now fellow-citizens in heaven. And there was holy Antipas, and there The protomartyr Stephen ; and the band Whom Jesus chose, the Apostolic Twelve, As heralds of His love to all the world. Peter and John were walking, as of old They used to walk along the silver sand Washed by the waters of Gennesaret, In closest converse ; and beside them he Of all men likest Christ, whose cross he preached 860 Unwearied from Jerusalem to Rome, Burning with fire or melting into tears, As God's Spirit moved upon his human spirit — The myriad-minded, lion-hearted Paul : Amid heaven's peers peerless triumvirate. Yet as we pass'd they bent a beaming smile On me the humblest and the last arrived Of all their brotherhood, so full of love It seem'd to promise feasts of intercourse In after ages. And not far from them, 87o Half hidden by a branching tree of life, Type of herself, the blessed Mary sate, In calm humility musing alone Upon those mysteries of grace, which seem'd Vaster in length and breadth, and depth and height, The measureless dimensions of God's love, As still the Bridal of the Church drew near. Hard by, Elizabeth and Zachary, Anna the prophetess, and Simeon stood, II.] THE PARADISE OF THE BLESSED DEAD. 65 Engraven on whose countenance I traced 880 The light of summer suns and mellow tints Of autumn, not the wintry frosts of age. And with them he who in the wilderness Was the voice heralding the Word, the star That hid itself within the golden beams Of the uprisen Sun of Righteousness. Nor was there any chasm betwixt the saints Who wrought before and after. They were one, — One building, and one body, and one bride. I saw the wise sons of Betirah there, 890 Hillel who loosed, and Shammai who bound, And Rabban, HillePs son, and Jonathan ; And near them those great worthies, who deserved So nobly of their noble fatherland, The dauntless and heroic Maccabees ; And there the mother of those tortured sons, Who in their dying suffered sevenfold death, Yet flinched not : round her clustering they stood A retinue of everlasting praise ; She was not childless now. Esther was there, 900 More lovely than upon that golden eve When she her royal captor captive led ; And saintly Daniel, and the three who walked Unsinged and scatheless in the fiery flame ; And all the holy seers from Malacbi To Samuel ; there the rapt Ezekiel, F 66 THE PARADISE OF THE BLESSED DEAD. [BOOK And plaintive Jeremy, and he whose lips A seraph touched with a live coal of fire. And there the kingly Hezekiah moved Among the thrones of heaven ; and David's son 9 s Was there ; and David the beloved himself, Touching a sweeter harp than that he struck Upon the grassy slopes of Bethlehem. And there I saw the captains of God's hosts, Samson and Jephthah, not without his child, Who for her country and her father's vow A virgin lived and died ; and Gideon ; And Deborah the warrior prophetess ; And him who led his people Israel Through Jordan's smitten waves, the son of Nun ; 920 And, of the elder saints haply the first, Moses the man of God, who, looking down On all the royalties of Egypt, sought A nobler sceptre and a name inscribed, Not in the hieroglyphic scrolls of men, But in God's book of life. And there were all The pilgrim fathers in the better land They long'd for ; Joseph and the patriarchs, The princely Israel, and that child of prayer, The meditative son of Abraham, 930 And Abraham himself, the friend of God ; And Noah and his children, who by faith Condemn'd the faithless world ; and those who prayed In time's first dawn the matins of the Church, Seated around our primal ancestors, II.] THE PARADISE OF THE BIASSED DEAD. 07 The father and the mother of mankind, Who through the Son of Man, the woman's Seed, Had won in heaven a nobler Paradise Than Eden, forfeited and lost by sin. Long while I gazed in silent awe ; for these 940 Were only some familiar names and few Among ten thousand times ten thousand saints, All diversely felicitous, and each On each reflecting gladness. But at last The fire of love and admiration burn'd So hot within me, that I spake and said, " O blessed Oriel, can the highest heavens Surpass the glory of this Paradise ? If only all I loved were present now, Here, here methinks I could for ever dwell. 950 What beauty can excel these radiant forms ? What do they lack of excellence or grace ? Are they not swifter than the viewless winds ? Are they not pure as is the light itself? Say, are there brighter robes in heaven, or harps Of tenderer music ? Or have they who walk The golden streets and fill with songs of praise The mansions of the New Jerusalem, More open vision of the Lord their God, And in Him more divine beatitude ? ,J 9G0 Smiling, my guardian answered, " It is sweet Be sure for me, who hither led thy steps, f 2 68 THE PARADISE OF THE BLESSED DEAD. [BOOK To hear thy words of rapturous delight In this fair world of purity and peace, And in these blessed spirits who here throng Heaven's portals, waiting their investiture With resurrection glory. Yes, the Bride Is almost ready for her bridal robes : The heavenly temple is almost complete. How different from that hour, for I was here, 970 When the first saint, disrobed of mortal flesh, The martyred Abel, trod these fields, and we His angel brothers sought, and not in vain, To gladden his else solitary rest. Since then six thousand years have passed : and now The countless multitudes of God's elect, The festal throng and church of the firstborn, Are well nigh gathered home. Yet think not this The crown and final summit of their joy. They are not perfect here, whose bodies sleep 980 And moulder crumbling in the silent tomb, Death's trophies ; for the union, flesh and spirit, In one compacted, was the fruit mature Of God's eternal counsels, when He breathed Into the moulded clay the breath of life, And man became a living soul : and when The dust returns unto its kindred dust, And the lone spirit to God, this strange divorce Is the permitted reign, gloomy though brief, Of the dread king of terrors. Here unclothed 990 Of their own natural apparelling, II.] THE PARADISE OF THE BLESSED DEAD. ()D Man's proper garb, their puissance is weak To that of angels who were formed by God Pure spirits. Nor is this Paradise of saints, Albeit large and glorious, more than one Of many mansions in our Father's house, Wherein His children, by their birthright free Of His whole universe, and citizens Of the celestial city, wait the hour Which shall for ever consummate their bliss. 1000 But see who yonder walk/' I look'd, and lo, Two diverse from the rest appeared. Their form Was that of men, and yet not mortal men ; Their likeness spiritual, yet not spirits alone ; So pure the texture of that robe they wore, The light translucent through transfigured flesh, As onyx stones, or ruby flashing fire. " Who are these," I exclaim'd, " these royal priests ? Are they Elias, and that saint who walk'd With God and was not V* " Rightly hast thou judged/' 1010 Oriel made answer ; " and their presence here Is pledge and earnest to the Blessed Dead Of that great resurrection day, whose dawn Already gilds the Easter of the world : They with the saints who rose when Jesus rose 70 THE PARADISE OF THE BLESSED DEAD. [BOOK II. Are wave-sheafs of the harvest. But of these And other mysteries in earth and heaven Conversing, on the range of yonder hills, Whose summits bound these beatific fields, And look far off into the waste beyond, 1 020 If such thy pleasure, let us wait the end." END OF THE SECOND BOOK. 71 BOOK III. THE PRISON OF THE LOST. Come, Thou Eternal Spirit, who on the face Of the abysmal waters, when the earth Was without form and void, brooding didst move, Silent Omnipotence, unseen but felt, The while beneath Thy penetrating power Light at the voice of God brake forth, a faint Far tremour in the sunless starless gloom, Creation's twilight, nor didst cease Thy work, Till looking forth upon the vast expanse, By mountains, rivers, lakes, and placid seas 10 Diversified, on that first sabbath's eve, Infinite Goodness said that all was good : Come Thou, and brood over the deep unknown Which bounds the known in me, nor suffer clouds, Born of unfathomable mysteries, To oast their shade athwart heaven's blessed light, While, led by Thee, I speak of other worlds Than those fair fields I lately walk'd, and tell What from the' utmost precincts of Paradise 7*2 THE PRISON OF THE LOST. [BOOK I and my angel guardian saw and heard 20 Of outer darkness and Tartarean night . Come ; for Thou dwellest in the highest heavens, Thyself inhabiting eternity, Alone, Supreme, beyond all time and space, Yet deignest in the contrite heart to' abide As in Thy chosen temple, Spirit of Truth, Who, in Thy Pentecostal might, from heaven Descending as a mighty rushing wind, Didst rest upon Thy suppliant saints of old In likeness as of cloven tongues of fire, 30 A crown of lambent and innocuous flame ; Purge Thou mine eyes from film, my heart from fear ; Inspire, illumine, fortify my soul ; Breathe, O Thou Breath Divine, on my emprise ; Touch my fain lips, strengthen my feeble hands ; Nor let my footstep unawares intrude On counsels Thou art pleased to veil from man, Nor where Thy lamp shines dimly press too far Adventurous, nor in coward disbelief Shrink back appall'd where Thou dost lead the way. 40 As sweeps a breeze from off the spicy plains Of Florence to the lonely Apennines, Its passage only marked by rustling leaves In the thick olive-groves, and stronger waves Of light upon the mountain rivulets, So from that peopled glen, where last we saw The parents of mankind, Oriel and I III.] THE PRISON OF THE LOST. 78 Along* those plains and smiling valleys pass'd, And up a forest-clad ravine that scarred The bastions of those everlasting hills, 50 Heaven's boundary, and, emerging, found ourselves On a vast table-land, leagues upon leagues In breadth, which traversed, led our rapid course To other hills hidden before from view : These scaled, we landed on a second plain Sublime, engirdled by yet distant peaks, The triple wall and battlements of heaven. Harder than adamant these rocks, yet seem'd Of such original substance, as those beds Of ice which with the flow of centuries 60 Creep along Alpine glens : rocks, half opaque, Half lucid, w^here the piercing light was lost In depths impervious of intensest green : Ramparts far loftier than those giant hills, With rhododendrons clad, and crowned with snows, The ancient Himalays. But, light as air, We clomb that uttermost of Paradise ; A path no vulture's eye hath ever seen, A height no eagle's wing hath ever soar'd, And standing on its extreme ridge, look'd down, 70 Lone sentinels. Strange promontory ours : Behind us lay the radiant fields of bliss ; « But who, unblanch'd with terror, may describe The scene before us ? Not in terraces Or tiers of hills, mountains on mountains built, Yielding access, though arduous, but a sheer 74 THE PRISON OF THE LOST. [BOOK Precipitate descent, a horrid chasm, Few paces off from where we stood, there yawned Right at our feet : down, ever down, a depth Equal the height of those eternal hills, so And how much lower no created eye Might fathom : for a sea of clouds midway Surged up and sank, and sinking, surged again, Not vaporous mists alone, but sulphur smoke, Mingled with sparkles, and with lurid flames, Earth, air, fire, water, formless, shapeless, waste, A chaos of all elements disturbed, Fused and confused, which seem'd a billowing tide, Hither and thither swayed, storm-tost, suspense, Betwixt that awful cliff of Paradise 90 Rolling, and the far distant shore beyond. Was it a shore beyond ? At first it seem'd Darkness alone, the absence of all light, Blackness of darkness. But the while I gazed Astonied, and mine eye more used became To bear the dazzling terror of that gloom, Dim lineaments before me slowly stretched, And distances receding without end Into the utter void ; the realm of night, A land of darkness and of gloominess, 100 Dark mountains, and yet darker vales between, And waveless depths profound, darkest of all; A world overshadowed with the pall of death, The sepulchre of life. But whence it came III.] THE PRISON OF THE LOST. 75 Those outlines were not wholly' invisible, I knew not. Loom'd there such a sullen glow As fire suppressed, not quenched, emits : or such Faint earthlight as our planet casts reflex On the dull surface of the crescent moon ; Or likest that sad mockery of day t Id He sees who, standing near as dread permits, Beside a stream of burning lava, views The blasted landscape in the dead of night. Awe-struck I gazed ; but for relief ere long Turned to the happy fields of light, which lay Behind us, nurturing my soul awhile With their pure joys. Then first I ask'd myself What made that heavenly Eden luminous With glory, and looked up instinctively On the blue crystal of the firmament, 120 Blue only from intensity of clear, As if expecting there some orb of light ; But there no lamp appeared, no sun, no moon, No star far glimmering in the azure vault ; And yet the islands in the southern seas, Basking in light when rains have cleared the sky, Were never bathed in radiance pure as this : And Oriel saw my wonder and replied : " Brother, remember Paradise is heaven, Heaven's portal, and the portal of God's house 130 Needs not the shining of created light ; 76 THE PRISON OF THE LOST. [BOOK For He, the Light of Light, is ever there, And, where He is, there darkness can't exist ; Such virtue His eternal Presence sheds Throughout the courts where He abides well pleased, Rejoicing in the beauty' of holiness. Far otherwise those realms of utter night, Which lie beyond the mighty gulf thou seest, Are darkened with the shadow of His wrath. That which is glory here is darkness there ; 140 As when the fiery cloudy pillar stood, A shield betwixt the hosts of Israel And baffled Egypt's chariots. Nor can those Who fain would pass from us to yonder world On thoughts of pity' intent, or hence to us, Traverse with foot or wing yon chasm profound : Not for the interval, — for as thou seest The landscapes of those desolate regions lie Within our range, and listening we might catch (So subtle here the waves of light and sound) 150 Far off its cries and voices ; and as spirits Ourselves, with speed of lightnings, to and fro Go and return ; but that a spiritual law, Akin to that magnetic force which binds The mortal habitants of earth to earth, Has laid its viewless interdict between, And bound the sons of darkness and of light Each to their proper home. There is no path From hell to heaven, from heaven to hell direct. But haply thou remember'st, ere we touch'd 160 III.] THE PRISON OF THE LOST. 77 The outer confines of this world of spirits, A roadway wrapt in clouds and gloom which stretched Far to the left of our celestial course, A roadway with funereal blackness hung As ours with bridal light, and resonant With sighings of despair, as ours with songs Of triumph. To the gates of hell it leads, Meet access for meet bourn, and down its track The angels, the executors of wrath, Bear in their hands lost men and rebel spirits, 170 Consigning them to their awarded prison Of darkness, till the judgment trumpet sounds." u And hast thou ever trodden that dread path, And entered those eternal gates, and seen The secrets of that penal world V 9 I ask'd, And my voice faltered as I spake. "Yes, thrice," Oriel replied with calm unfaltering lip, And with his words his countenance benign Grew more and more severely beautiful, The beauty of triumphant holiness, 1 so The calm severity of burning love : " Thrice in my ministry of saints hath God OrdahVd me to fulfil His missions there ; And, brother, His behests are always good ; Pure goodness without stain of evil, light 78 THE PRISON OF THE LOST. [BOOK Without the shadow of a shade of dark. The earliest that I trod that awful road, It was my charge, with other spirits elect, A legion arai'd of warrior seraphim, To bear in chains to their dark prison-house 190 Those angels who forsook their high estate Through alien and unnatural lust. Of this Thou shalt learn more hereafter. But the first Of disembodied human souls I bore To his own place in yonder realms of wrath Was one I fondly loved, of noble birth, Of high and generous bearing, who, alas, Like some brave vessel cast on shifting sands, Made shipwreck of his faith and sank to ruin. " In brief, the story of his life was this : — 200 Three centuries and more had passed away Since Jesus' birth in Bethlehem ; and he, Of whom I tell thee, was a chieftain, born Of Christian mother, but of heathen sire. This was the bitter fountain of a stream Of bitterness. For when in evil hour His mother gave her heart to one who loved The gods she loathed, and loathed the cross she loved — She married immortality to death, Faith to distrust, and hope to dark despair : 210 Discordant wedlock, whence discordant fruit. Fondly she dreamed by ceaseless prayers to win Her spouse to Christ. Vain hope ! her broken troth III.] THE PRISON OF THE LOST. 79 Hung like a leaden weight on every prayer : And he, a haughty consular of Rome, Scorned her low creed, himself incredulous, Yet loved the lovely votary. And when The sweet pledge of their bridal joy was given, And she would dedicate their child to God, With equal scorn he yielded to her tears 220 A thing indifferent. In a lonely cave Amid a group of trembling fugitives, — For hatred then pursued the Christian name, — An aged priest baptized him Theodore. God's gift, his mother whispered. And thenceforth She pour'd upon him, him her only child, The priceless treasures of a mother's heart. I was his chosen guardian. No light watch, No easy vigil ; for his home, unlike The moated fortress of a faithful house, 230 Was ever open to the spirits malign. But not an arrow reached him. From himself, And not from hellish fraud or violence, His ruin. O mysterious web of life ; Its warp of faith, its woof of unbelief; The mother teaching prayers the father mock'd ! And yet her spell was earliest on her child, And strongest. And the fearless Theodore Was called by other men, and calPd himself, A Christian. Love, emotion, gratitude, 240 All that was tenderest in a tender heart, All most heroic in a hero's soul, 80 THE PRISON OF THE LOST. [BOOK Pleaded on Christ's behalf. And oft I hoped, Hoped against hope, that his was real faith, A graft, a germ, a blossom — hoped till I Could hope no longer, for I never saw That warrior (he was trained to arms) prostrate A broken suppliant at the throne of love. " The hour drew on that tried him. Constantine, The first of Christian emperors, was now 250 Marching with lion springs from land to land Triumphant. Him to meet in mortal fight Maxentius hurried, vowing to his gods That, if they crown' d his eagles, he would crush The cross throughout the universe of Rome. And Theodore, won by his mother's prayers, Was with the faithful army ; when it chanced, In sack of a beleaguer'd city, he saved A Grecian maiden and her sire from death : Her name Irene, his Iconocles : 260 Among the princes he a prince, of all Fair women she the fairest of her race, Not only for her symmetry of form, But for the music and the love which breathed In every motion and in every word. Yet both were worshippers at Phoebus' shrine, Fast bound in midnight-dark idolatry. And, when the enamour'd Theodore besought His daughter of her sire, Iconocles Made answer, ' Never shall my child be his 270 III.] THE PRISON OF THE LOST. 81 Who kneels before a malefactor's cross. Thy choice, Irene, or the Crucified/ And she by oath affirmed her father's word. " Then was there tempest in the swelling 1 heart Of Theodore : truth struggled and untruth In terrible collision. For an hour He paced before his tent irresolute ; Now cleaving to his mother's faith, alas, More hers than his ; and now by passionate gusts Driven from his anchorage, a helmless bark. 280 Conscience was quick ; and God's Spirit strove with him 'Twas mine to ward the powers of darkness off; And singly with himself the awful fight Was foughten, and, oh woe ! for ever woe ! Was lost. And he said, i Adam chose to die, Not circumvented, not deceived like Eve, But braving death itself for her dear sake. So will I die. I cannot leave that spirit Angelic in a human form enshrined. She must be mine for ever. Life were death 290 Without her/* And straight entering, where she leaned Upon her father, as white jasmine leans On a dark pine, slowly, resolvedly, As measuring every word with fate, he said, ' Irene, if the choice be endless woe, For thy sake I renounce my mother's faith : I cannot, will not leave thee. I am thine/ G 82 THE PRISON OF THE LOST. [BOOK " And through the dusky twilight that same eve The three forsook the tents of Constantine And joined Maxentius' host. And without pause, 300 Amid his early friends, Iconocles Unto the marriage altar proudly led The offering who had won so great a foe : Small space was there for hymeneal pomp : A soldier's spousal 'mid the clash of arms. a That very night Great Constantine beheld The fiery cross upon the sky, and read The signal, In hoc vinces. And the morn, Strange portent, saw far floating o'er his ranks The labarum emblazoned with the cross. 310 The armies rush'd to battle. Theodore Rose from his nuptial couch, a desperate man ; No thought of penitence, none of retreat ; But in his eye a wild disastrous fire, Sign of the fiercer flame he nursed within. Lost, ruin'd, hopeless, and as glad to' escape The tempest raging in his heart, he strode Impetuously into the thickest fight, And prodigies of valour wrought that day, Felling beneath his fratricidal blade 320 Whole ranks, his comrades and his brethren late, Brethren in faith and arms. But as he stamped Upon the fallen in defiant pride, And now as madden'd or inspired by hell III.] THE PRISON OF THE LOST. 83 Pour'd blasphemies upon the Holy Name His mother taught his infant lip to lisp In blessings, even as he spake the words, An unknown arrow, not unfledged with prayer, Transpierced his eye and brain. Sudden he fell : One short sharp cry ; one strong convulsive throe ; 330 And in a moment his unhappy spirit Was from its quivering tabernacle loosed. " Oh awful passage ! from the din and roar Of battle, from the trampling of horse-hoofs, The roll of chariots, and the measured tread Of thousands, from the brazen trumpet's blare Drowning the shouts of victors, and the cries Of wounded, agonizing, dying men, From the worst dissonance of earth and time, — The soul, in an eye's twinkling, brought to face 340 The calm deep silence of eternity. " As stunned, the disembodied spirit awhile Fix'd upon things unseen a vacant gaze : But quickly' awaking from that dreadful swoon To worse reality, he cried, the first If not the strongest passion of his life Surviving all the earthquake shock of death, 1 Mother, where art thou, mother ? where am I ? \ And not till then emerging on his view I spake and said, ' Lost spirit, it is not mine 350 To aggravate thy utter wretchedness G 2 84 THE PRISON OF THE LOST. [BOOK By words of idle grief or vain rebuke, But to convey thee to that viewless world Where thou must wait thy sentence from the lips Of infinite, supreme, eternal Truth. But thus far only, to anticipate Resistance ; — to resist were futile here : Almighty Power hath given thee to my charge, And thou wert strengthless in my grasp. Our road Lies yonder. Lost one, rise and come with me/ 360 So saying I laid my hand upon his hand, And through his nerveless spirit he felt the touch Of might superior to his own, and shrank Appalled, but soon remembering my words, Yielded and went with me the way I trod, In tearless silence and in mute despair. " It is not thus with all when first they wake To consciousness of ruin. Some straightway Will wring their hands in agony, and weep, And pour their lamentations forth in words, 370 And wail for bitter anguish. Others strive With proud reluctancies and vain despite Against their dark inevitable doom. Others, palsied with terror, shivering stand. Others curse their creation. Theodore Was diverse from such men on earth, and now Was diverse. As I spake, at one fell glance He seem'd to measure the abyss profound Before him, and bv terrible resolve, III.] THE PRISON OF THE LOST. K5 Alas, too late submissive, to aeeept 380 The everlasting punishment of sin. " At first our pathway was the same as that Which led thee homeward, brother. Through the heaven Which wraps the earth in its cerulean robe, And through the starry firmament, until The sun which lightens the terrestrial globe Paled like a distant lamp, slowly we passed ; Slowly, — I had no heart for speed, nor was The King's commission urgent. He delights In mercy, and His embassies of grace 390 Have never found seraphic wings too swift : But judgment is His strange and dreadful work. And, as with measured step we trod adown That highway through the heavens precipitate, My hopeless captive gazed a long last gaze Upon the fading sun and passing stars As signs which he should never more behold : And drawn from out his bosom's depths at last A groan brake from him, and he sobb'd aloud — ' My mother, oh my mother, from thy love 400 I learn'd to love those silent orbs of light, God's watchers thou didst call them, as they peer'd Evening by evening on my infant sleep, And mingled with my every boyish dream : Are they now shining on thy misery ? Who, now that I am gone, will wipe thine eyes ? Who, mother, bind thy bruised and broken heart ? 86 THE P1US0N OF THE LOST. [BOOK Broken, by whom ? by me, thy nestling babe, Thy darling child, thy pride in arms ; by me, Thy wretched, renegade, apostate son/ 410 " So mourn'd he, and I answered, c Theodore, Thou hast enough to bear of things that are, Without this load of unsubstantial grief. Thy mother knew not thine apostasy, Nor otherwise will deem of thee than slain One of the Christian host, the little while Weeping she sojourns in the vale of tears. Such fear she never harboured, and the cloud Of mercy veils thy ruin from her eye, Until the awful shades of time are seen 420 In the clear noon-day of eternity. Thus far it is permitted thee to know/ " My words were only the bare utterance Of truth, but never will this heart forget The impress of the look he cast on me. He had not wept before ; but now a tear Hung on his trembling lids, through which he looked Such gratitude as utter hopelessness May render, like the Grecian fire that burns Far under the deep waves, a look which said, 430 ' I thank thee as the damn'd alone can thank : Lost as I am, hell will not be such hell, The while my mother thinks of me in heaven.' III.] THE PRISON OF THE LOST. s ? " Again in speechless silence we moved on, Until that billowy sea of mists and clouds Which wraps the world of spirits appeared in sight ; And to our nearer step the avenue Celestial opened its translucent road, Emitting floods of glory ; and there distinct, Hovering upon its golden skirts, we saw 440 A group of angels waiting to receive An aged pilgrim home, and heard far off Their jubilant acclamations. Ours, alas ! Another path. Far to the left it led, Gloomy as night. And as we turned aside From those fair portals, piteously I marked The longing, lingering, almost loving look Which my unhappy captive cast behind, As if heaven's sights and sounds, once seen and heard, Might haply prove a gracious memory 4 50 Amid the cries of everlasting woe And discords without end. u But now the light Was fading : shadows into shadows gloomed More awful ; and obscurity itself Became more inexpressibly obscure, More solid, as the interposing clouds High overhead, beneath us, and beyond, Built up impervious ramparts every way Except the desolate ravine we trod. Night reign'd sole monarch here, and spread around 46o 88 THE PRISON OF THE LOST. [BOOK Palpable darkness, darkness unrelieved Save by the radiance of my form, a faint And feeble torch in that ungenial air, But yet enough to show the massive sides Of fogs impenetrable. Never yet Saw I such darkness : for, when last I marched This dreadful road, I came accompanied By a whole legion arm^d of spirits elect, Whose light, each on the other, blaze on blaze, Reflected, and turned midnight into noon. 470 But now I was alone — the Lord of Hosts Makes all His servants lean on His sole arm — Alone, my clinging captive and myself : Though in the distance more than once methought I heard the rushing of cherubic wings, And, like a glimmering meteor, caught the flash Of some good angel's transitory flight. Haply the whole ravine equals in length, Nor more than equals, that resplendent track By which my courier angels bore thee on 4SO To sound of ljTes, and lutes, and welcome songs, Up to the pearly gates of Paradise ; But here our flight was difficult and slow, And seven times seven appeared the weary length Of that interminable road. At last A dull and ruddy glow tinctured the gloom : Not light, but something which made black itself Not viewless. As to one standing aloof, When Etna or Vesuvius pour their wrath III.] THE P1US0N OF THE LOST. 89 In giant folds of smoke voluminous, 490 A gloaming-, from the fiery crater cast, Paints from below the dark impending mass ; So to our eyes the steep descent became Not all invisible, its cloudy walls And wide abysses cavernous betwixt Of horrid emptiness. But on we moved, And swerved not to the right hand or the left, For now, far off, fronting our path profound, Before us rose the iron gates of hell. " We paused ; for lo, before these dreadful doors 500 Waved what appeared a fiery sword, or swords Innumerable, haply not unlike That flaming falchion, which at Eden's gate Revolving every way, flame within flame, Guarded the tree of life. Only these blades Were vast as are the rays a setting sun, Hidden itself, will sometimes proudly cast Up to heaven's vault athwart a thunder cloud. But straight, as if they knew my mission, these Parted to right and left, and oped a way 510 High overarched with fire, through which we passed Unscathed : and of themselves, dreadful to see, The adamantine doors of hell recoiPd Back, slowly back, with ponderous noise, — as when An Alpine avalanche moves from its ridge And with one crash of ruin overwhelms 90 THE PRISON OF THE LOST. [BOOK A valley's life, — and with their harsh recoil Disclosed the secrets of that world of woe. " Brother, come stand with me upon the edge Of this far-looking cliff, which overhangs 520 The gulf betwixt that cursed land and ours Impassable. Not otherwise that day, Nor seen in other than yon dusky glow, The infernal realms, when we had passed the gates, Beneath us lay outstretched. Hills, valleys, plains, All mantled in disastrous twilight, couched Under our feet. But then it was no hour For marvel or for mute astonishment. Straight from the threshold of those gates sublime Through the oppressive sultry atmosphere 530 I guided our slant flight, until midway Upon a barren mountain's steep ascent, (Yonder it rises girt with lesser hills,) Where a vast glen was ramparted with rocks, Alighting I relaxed my captive's hand. " And then and there upon that guilty man The Eye of everlasting righteousness Open'd. God look'd upon him. Through and through His naked spirit, searching its darkened depths, Passed, like a flame of fire, that Dreadful Eye, 540 Passed and repassed, and passing still abode Upon him ; till the very air he breathed III.] THE PRISON OF THE LOST. 01 SeemM to his sense one universal flame Of wrath, eternal wrath, the wrath to come. And yet the glory of that majesty , That burning brightness, shone not then full orbM, But veiFd in part ; for disembodied souls, Dismantled of their proper robe of flesh, Could neither suffer nor sustain the weight Of that unclouded Holiness Divine, 550 Which in the age of ages will subdue All foes beneath the footstool of His throne. So half eclipsed it shone : and a low wail Ere long brake from those miserable lips — ■ O God, and is this hell ? and must this last For ever ? would I never had been born ! Why was I born ? I did not choose my birth. Thou, who didst create me, uncreate, 1 pray thee. By Thine own omnipotence Quench Thou this feeble spark of life in me. 5(3o Why should I longer live ? I never more Can serve Thee : that Thy justice interdicts. I am no adversary worthy Thee. Can power be magnified on strengthlessness ? Put forth Thy might but once, and crush a worm, For love, for hate unequal both. O Christ, I kneel, I fall a suppliant at Thy throne. I ask not pardon. Grace, I know, is past : Redemption cannot cross those iron gates. But art not Thou the Son of God ? . Thyself 570 God over all, supreme for evermore ? 92 THE PRI80N OF THE LOST. [BOOK And are not all things possible with God ? O God, destroy me. Grant this latest boon Thy wretched, ruin'd child will ever ask, And suffer me to be no more at all/ " And then at last I spoke, ' Is this thy hope, Unhappy one, this aimless, bootless prayer ? Thou cravest what Omnipotence can do : Know that Omnipotence can but perform The counsels which Omniscient Love decrees. 580 And therefore vainly dost thou now invoke Almighty Power to thwart All-seeing Love. It cannot be. Discord can never dwell Within the bosom of eternal Peace, Nor darkness stain that uncreated Light. What then remains for thee ? To flee were vain, And would but bring thee adamantine bonds ; And fresh rebellion here at once incur Immediate, instantaneous punishment. Free service, which is heaven's perennial joy, 590 Guilt, said'st thou truly, interdicts. What then ? Passive submission is the only way Left thee to serve thy Maker. Hades knows No other law. The judgment is beyond. Meanwhile this valley is thy prison assigned ; And not in utter solitariness, For other souls, who like thyself have sinned, Some known to thee on earth and some unknown, Here wait their sentence, whose companionship Til.] THE PRISOX OF THE LOST. 93 Will mitigate or aggravate thy woe, 600 As thou submittest to the flame that burns The sin in thee with fire unquenchable, Or vainly chafest against its scorching ray: This yet is in thy choice. Haply at times This valley will be trodden by the feet Of angels on the embassies of God : But at rare intervals, for many and vast Are the dark fields of punishment, and few The ministrations of the sons of light In this the land of overshadowing death. 610 And here there is no sentinel but God ; His Eye alone is jailor ; and His Hand The only executioner of wrath. And now I leave thee : let my words abide With thee, lest added torment scourge thy soul : Passive submission is the law of hell/ f€ But, even as I turned to leave him, slowly He raised his eyes, bow'd hitherto beneath The intolerable Eye of Holiness, Which rested on him evermore. And lo ! 620 Far off, beyond this intervening chasm, Through an embrasure in heaven's triple wall, Where mountains distant mountains intersect, He caught a glimpse, permitted him by God, Of some sequestered spot in Paradise. It riveted his gaze : it fllFd his soul With longing : and unconsciously he cried, 94 THE PRISON OF THE LOST. [BOOK 1 Am I asleep ? there is no slumber here. Is it a dream ? there are no dreams in hell. I see, I see far off the fields of bliss ; 630 And there are figures moving to and fro : I see them by the liquid fountains walking, And resting underneath the trees of life. There I may never walk, there never rest : But oh, for one small ministry of love ! Oh, for one leaf of those delicious groves To soothe the scars of my eternal pain ! Oh, for one drop of those pure rivulets To cool, not slake, my agonizing thirst V " I could not leave him thus, vainly consumed 64 o By idle phantasies of hope, to which The fabled pangs of Tantalus were ease, And in mere pity answered, c Theodore, Those whom thou seest are reaping now the seed They sow'd on earth, and thou must do the same. Time is the seed-plot for eternity ; Eternitv the harvest-field of time. Thy lot is fiVd, and theirs. Nor can the foot Of disembodied spirit, nor angel wing, Transgress the deep inexorable gulf 650 Betwixt the worlds of darkness and of light/ a Still gazed he on, and gazing still, replied, ' There is no hope for me : but art not thou III.] THE PRISON OF THE LOST. 95 Returning to thy ministry on earth ? Would it were not so ! would that thou couldst stay For ever here, whose light ethereal form And heavenly essence suffer no eclipse From helFs dark murky atmosphere ! At first Sorely I feared thy dreadful touch of power, Before I knew thee good ; but now I see 660 That in the hands of goodness power is love, And crave thy longer presence. That is vain : I know that thou must leave me. Thou canst do No more for me. But is there not a hope For one I briefly, passionately loved — Irene ? surely she is mine, for whom, Fool, fool, I bartered immortality. Angel, I would not she should perish too. Go to her straight, I pray thee. Lay thy hand Upon her, as on him who lingered once 670 When wrath overshadowed Sodom. Force belief. Tell her, in mercy tell her, where I am — What suffering — what must suffer evermore : It may be, she will turn and live. And if, Whene'er my mother's pilgrimage is passed, And she, entering the gates of bliss, shall search Through every field of yonder Paradise To find her only son, and search in vain, If then thou wilt but try and comfort her — What way I know not, but thou know'st — and should 6so Her restless eye intuitively glance Towards this valley, instantly divert 96 THE PRISON OF THE LOST. [BOOK Its gaze else whither, thou wilt have done all I ask for, and far more than I deserve/ " I answered, ' Theodore, thy widowed spouse, Listening the story of the cross, has more Than angel importunity to urge Submission. Who resist the blood-stahVd cross Resist the uttermost that Heaven can do. Faith must be free, not forced. Nor deem that she 690 Who bore thee, and who knows not yet thy doom, If counted worthy of the gates of bliss, Will need the ministry of angel hands To staunch her wounds, or wipe her tears away : Love, tenderer than the tenderest mother's, there Comforts the weary heart and weeping eye. Thy prayers to thy own bosom must return. And yet, unhappy spirit, the Eye, which lights Thy darkness with intolerable flame, Doth not consume in thee the secret spring too Of pity whence those supplications flowed. For pity is of God, a fragment left Even here of thy Divine original, Not wholly crushed. Nor can there be in God Wrath against any Godlike lineament, Wherever found, or howsoever dimmed. Not for thy pity art thou where thou art : Not for thy pity rests the wrath to come For ever on thy soul, but for thy sin Indulged, embraced, enjoyM, till sin and thou 710 III.] THE PRISON OF THE LOST. 97 No longer separable things became Incorporate in one, one sinful life, One ever-living sinner. But the Day Is coming, which will all to all declare. And now, my mission done, my time elapsed, I leave thee in thy Just Creator's hands/ " So saying, through that lurid atmosphere I rose, and through the flaming vault of hell, And through the iron portals passed, which oped And closed behind me of their own accord, 720 And through that dark ravine of midnight gloom, And up that mighty highway of the heavens, And by the passing stars and brightening sun ; Nor stayed upon the battle-field of earth, But upwards soaring with unwearied flight Swift as the lightning toward the heaven of heavens I bent my eager course, nor paused until Kneeling before the everlasting throne, And gazing on the emerald arch of love, I soothed my bosom's agitated depths 730 In the calm presence of the light of God." Then Oriel's voice was hushed ; and for a space He seem'd as one communing with himself, And nurturing his strength with memories Of things that lived for ever in his soul, The record of his ministry approved, The beatific smile, the gracious words H 98 THE PRISON OF THE LOST. Of benediction, and the choral songs Of those who magnified his God in him : But soon, mindful of my solicitude, His awful story he resumed once more. [book 740 " Not then returned I straight to earth ; for then Throughout the lower provinces of heaven Was warfare. Michael and his angels fought, Satan and his : no visionary strife ; But battle such as earth has never seen, Seraph with seraph waning. And my lot Was with Messiah's armies militant To drive the rebel hosts from those fair realms Their presence had too long denied. Of this 750 I will relate hereafter. But, expelFd From heaven, our foes and thine with doubled rage Possessed the lower firmament of earth. And from that hour for fifteen centuries, Not seldom with a band of spirits elect Encamping, but more oft alone with God, My charge was ministering to heirs of life. Blest heirs, twice blessed minister ! Nor came My summons the third time to tread the shores Of darkness, till the decade which forewent 760 My latest guardianship of saints — thyself. u Already had the seven last angels, seen By John in Patmos, from heaven's sanctuary Come forth array'd in priestly robes of white, III.] THE PRISON OF THE LOST. 09 Girdled with gold, and bearing in their hands The mystic vials of the wrath of God. Already had they poured those censers forth Upon the earth, the sea, the river springs, The sun's orb, and the great usurper's throne. Two only' of seven remained. It was the year 770 When the last throes of labouring France were still'd, And her proud despot, he for whom the world Once seem'd too insignificant a throne, Was banish'd to his narrow sea-girt isle To chafe against the idle winds and waves ; Then first I heard a chosen embassy Of the angelic sanctities and powers (Myself the twelfth) was order'd to descend And traverse hell in all its length and breadth, Announcing to the prisoners of wrath 780 The nearer advent of the day of doom. Immediately, for angels never pause To ask the wherefore of Divine behests, Nor question their own aptitude whom God Has summoned as His aptest messengers, We, on the wings of morning light, obey'd And went. Swiftly, harmoniously we flew, And each the other cheer'd with sweet converse Of the Lamb's Bridal now at hand ; but soon, At hell's inexorable gates arrived, 790 Our several and predestined pathways took Through diverse fields of gloom and fiery woe, Ordaining, when our dark sojourn was o'er, h 2 100 THE PRISON OF THE LOST. [book To meet at last in that profoundest depth Where rebel angels are immured in walls Of darkness nearest to Gehenna's lake. " First to that mountain valley, where I left Lost Theodore, I bent my course. O God ! The solemn change which fifteen centuries In hell had written on his fearful brow. 800 Unchanged in form, unchanged in hopelessness, The same immortal heir of endless wrath, But now the restlessness of agony, The writhing of the miserable spirit Under the first experience of despair, Was scarcely visible. Subdued he sate Apart, crushed, conscience-stricken, almost calm ; Oft gazing on that distant Paradise, Which still appeared within his vision's ken And cast its reflex light upon his ruin, 8)0 But waken'd now no hope. He marked my flight ; He heard my footstep in the vale ; he rose In reverence : and, when he knew me, spake In accents so chastised, they touched me more Than loudest wailings or incessant tears. " ' O holy angel, is it thou ? What brings Thee to this dreadful prison-house again ? I had not thought to see thee till I stood Before the judgment-throne. But I have learned Much since I saw thee last. My little span 820 III.] THE PRISON OF THE LOST. 101 Of mortal life, inured and stereotyped, Is branded on the tablet of my soul Each year, each month, each week, each day, each hour. As drowning men have lived their bygone life Again in one brief minute, so to me, Each minute of these ages without end, My past is always present. Now I see Myself. 'Twas not apostasy alone Damn'd me : this seaPd my ruin : but my life Was one rebellion, one ingratitude. 830 God would, but could not save me 'gainst my will, Moved, drawn, besought, persuaded, striven with, But yet inviolate, or else no will, And I no man — for man by birth is free. Angel, He would, I would not. Further space Would but have loaded me with deeper guilt. Yea, now I fear that if the Eye of flame Which rests upon me everlastingly Softened its terrors, sin would yet revive In me and bear again disastrous fruit, 840 And this entail more torturing remorse. Better enforced subjection. I have ceased Or almost ceased to struggle' against the Hand That made me. For I madly chose to die : I sold my immortality for death : And death, eternal distance from His love, Eternal nearness to His righteous wrath, Death now is my immortal recompense. I know it, I confess it, I submit. 102 THE PRISON OF THE LOST. [BOOK But oh ! the boding dread that I ere long 850 Must re-assume the flesh in which I sinnM, And naked stand before the judgment-throne/ u He ceased, and I replied : c My mission is To tell thee that the time is short Before the dawning of that day of God, Its Advent sunrise, its millennial sphere, Its evening-tide of heaven and earth's assize. I may not linger : for my journey tends Throughout these desolate confines of woe To hell's remotest verge ; but first to thee S60 (Thee only of the lost, my ward) I come Permitted to advise thee this. If here The Uncreated Light, part seen, part veiPd, Hath wrung this last confession from thy lips That thy subordination, though compelled, Is better in its everlasting chains Than dissolute freedom and unbridled guilt, Will not its veilless and meridian blaze (However terrible the fire that burns The ineradicable germs of sin sro For ever and for ever in thy soul, Repressing their fertility with flame) Be good, not evil ? yea, the highest good Thy guilt has rendered possible ? It will : For God Himself has sworn that every knee, Not only of the things in heaven and earth But of the regions under earth in hell. III.] THE PRISON OF THE LOST. 103 Shall bow beneath the sceptre of His Son, And, willing or constrained, confess Him Lord/ " Nor paused I for an answer, but pursued 880 My way along that valley of the dead, Only one valley of a myriad like, But yet so vast, that, though its habitants Were more than many a thronged metropolis, Scattered throughout its solitudes they seem'd, Where'er I trod, but few and far betwixt And seldom grouped in converse. Every one Had his own chastisement to bear ; on each And every one the Eye of God was fix'd ; On every one the Hand of God was pressed. 890 And for the most part Silence reign'd : few sighs Were heard, or groans, or mutterings of remorse, And chiefly these among the last arrived, Who, when they knew themselves for ever lost, Wept and bewaiPd their ruin, till, their tears And bitter outcries bringing no relief, They, like their fellows, sank upon the ground, Or wandered to and fro in mute despair. Most, peradventure, chose to be alone From that sheer misery, which could not brook 900 Another convict's eye to read their woe. But yet it was not always thus : at times They met, and fearfully exchanged their pangs And drear forebodings, which, from words I caught, Centred on judgment and eternity. 104? THE PRISON OF THE LOST. [BOOK u Lost souls of every type were there : and yet The hell of one was not another's hell. Nor needed separate prisons to adjust The righteous meed of punishment to each. As they had sinned, they suffered; for the flame 910 Of perfect righteousness abode on them, God's righteousness on their unrighteousness. Distinct, discriminate, distributive, More tolerant of guilty ignorance Than of intolerable guilty pride, Restraining that which chafed against restraint, Abhorring most the most abhorrent deeds, Lighter on some, on others more intense ; Severest on the guiltiest, but to all An earnest of the final lake of fire. 920 " Some I beheld, who from the gayest haunts Of fashion's revelries and pageantries Were summon'd by the icy hand of death, Blithe men, fair women, and, most piteous sight, Children in years but not in wickedness : And some, who fell asleep in sinks of vice, Amid the orgies of their drunkenness Breathing out curses in a harlot's ear, And wakened, unawares, amazed, to find Damnation, oft invoked, at last their own. 930 " I pass'd where two were standing side by side, III.] THE PRISON OF THE LOST. 105 A princess, who had floated on through life Wrapt in the perfumed incense-cloud of praise, And a poor beggar's fallen child. They both Had lived the living death of godless mirth ; Though variously in marble palaces And wretched hovels mattered little here : One hour had made them comrades ; one despair Was written on their face ; one sympathy Drew them together ; while in speechless woe 940 Each wrung convulsively her sister's hand. " But heavier far their chastisement who drew Their fellows to perdition from their greed Of mammon, or from fleshly appetite. In them the horrible antagonism Betwixt the pure of God and their impure, — His good, their ill, — His ruth, their cruelty, — His heavenly love, and their most hellish lust, — Bred an insufferable anguish words May never picture, nor the heart of saint 950 Or any saintly'' intelligence conceive. " And there were hypocrites unmasked and stripped ; And haughty Pharisaic dignities Low in the dust ; and liars taught too late To utter agonizing words of truth ; And gamblers, who had staked their soul and lost ; And perjurers compel Yd at last to dread 106 THE PRISON OF THE LOST. [BOOK God's oath ; manslayers, convict or escaped, Confessing Hades had no shade secure From blood's avenging cry ; and not a few 960 Diviners, necromancers, sorcerers, Who once sought lawless commerce with the dead, Now numbered with the damned dead themselves ; And learned infidels, who proved a God At least among improbabilities, Aghast for ever underneath His frown. " All these, and many more in that vast glen, As I pursued my embassage, I saw, And could narrate their names ; but better far Buried in silence and oblivion's grave 970 Until the day of doom. They heard my voice ; And countless as they were, so manifold The tokens of their anguish or dismay, When I proclaimed the nearer dawn at hand : Tears, tremblings, pallor which became more pale, Moans, or more terrible than moans, the gaze Of agony suppressed, heart-rending sighs Or wailings of remorseless memory, Or darker lourings of malign despite Crushed in a moment by the penal fire, 9^o But each in his own way betokening His terror of the unknown wrath to come. " They miss the truth who meditate that death, III.] THE PRISON OF THE LOST. 107 Or that which follows after death, can change The native idealities of men. These in the saved and lost alike remain Immutable for ever. There is nought In the unloosing of the mortal tent To alter or transform immortal minds. The gentle still are gentle, and the strong 990 Are ever strong. Innumerable traits Each from the rest distinguish. It is true There lies a gulf impassable betwixt Salvation and perdition, heaven and hell ; But oh ! the almost infinite degrees Betwixt the lost and lost. " All this I saw In that one desolate valley of the dead, And then to other hills and rocks and plains Of that dark world I passed. Nor boots it now That I to thee, unwilling both, relate 1000 The progress of my terrible sojourn In those drear regions. God was with me there, Or my celestial pinions would have droop'd Unequal by my side. But in His strength I traversed all the provinces assigned To my celestial mission, nor surceased My flight till every habitant therein Heard from my lips (and none who heard gainsay'd) Messiah's nearer Advent, and that soon They might expect to see the Arch-fiend led 1010 108 THE PRISON OF THE LOST. In chains to his millennial prison-house, A presage of his everlasting doom. [book " Vast were the realms I trod, and to my eye No bound apparent : but from clime to clime Not many hours, as men count hours, elapsed Without some ruined soul arriving thither And swelling the dark aggregate of woe. And then perchance there was a transient pause, A momentary break : but soon the rest, Their own cup full of misery, sank back 1020 In personal despair. It was but once, And then for a brief space, I saw the dead Stirred with profounder feeling. I was there, What time a mighty conqueror came down To limitless captivity. He came, Aforetime wont to lead his armies forth The god of pride, incarnate selfishness, The nations trembling at his iron rod, And tributary monarchs in his suite, Now guided only by a stripling cherub, 1030 Yet in whose hand that vanquished victor's might Were less than nothing. For a little while His fall was theme of converse with the dead, But soon the voices sank ; and hell resumed Its dread monotony of crushing calm. u Terrestrial years passed by, as thus I trod III.] THE PRISON OF THE LOST. lOfl These regions, but my Captain's charge fulfilled, I came at last to that profound abyss Wrapt in a tenfold gloom of darkening wrath; Nearest Gehenna's lake, which first I saw 1040 When with a band of seraphim in arms, I bore the captive angels, Samchasai And Uziel, fallen potentates of heaven, In chains, themselves and their rebellious hosts, To their eternal banishment. Since then Four great millennial days had come and gone, But there they lay immured in darkness, link'd With adamantine manacles to rocks Of adamant : and with them other spirits Who, having fill'd their cup of wickedness 1050 Before the time, before the time were hurFd To this dark dungeon. Such were those who sought With suicidal prayer, Legion their name, Driven from the human heart, their chosen seat, To herd with swine ; and, their demand vouchsafed, Rush'd headlong, they and all their bestial throng — These into ocean depths and those to hell. Nor were they solitary in their doom : For think not He whose vengeance flashes forth Upon the sons of men, and unawares 10G0 Strikes down the sinner in his hour of pride, — Think not He leaves the fallen hosts unwarn'd By dread ensamples of His wrath, though such No warning moves and no ensample' avails 110 THE PRISON OF THE LOST. [BOOK To turn from final death. Yet once they stood Pure spirits before the sapphire throne in heaven, And many I knew in that their first estate, And with them I had walked the golden streets, And pluck'd the vintage of celestial grapes, And tuned my harp in unison with theirs. 1070 But now, behold them — every 7 lineament Dimmed with despair and utter agony. For, as their guilt was deeper, fiercer wrath Alone their unrepentant nature curbed From words and deeds of devilish violence. That wrath was there. And of despite was heard No whisper, nor a thought of open war Expressed, nor breathed a breath of blasphemy. " But them already advertised I found By heaven's angelic principalities ioso Of our great errand. So, our mission o'er, Back from that bottomless abyss we turned, And through hell's desolate champaigns arose, Its iron portals, and its dark access ; And when, with footsteps nothing loth, we trod The confines of most blessed light again, Our Captain, as Melchisedec of old Met Abraham with mystic bread and wine, Himself came forth to meet us bearing fruit Himself had pluck'd from heaven's ambrosial trees, 1090 And with His benediction wrote on all III.] THE PRISON OF THE LOST. Ill The large experience of those years of gloom, The rainbow of His clear approving smile." So Oriel spake, and ceased : and as he ceased I felt his tears were falling on my hand. END OF THE THIRD BOOK. 112 BOOK IV. THE CREATION OF ANGELS AND OF MEN. O tears, ye rivulets that flow profuse Forth from the fountains of perennial love, Love, sympathy, and sorrow, those pure springs Welling in secret up from lower depths Than couch beneath the everlasting hills : Ye showers that from the cloud of mercy fall In drops of tender grief, — you I invoke, For in your gentleness there lies a spell Mightier than arms or bolted chains of iron. When floating by the reedy banks of Nile 1 o A babe of more than human beauty wept, Were not the innocent dews upon its cheeks A link in God's great counsels ? Who knows not The loves of David and young Jonathan, When in unwitting rivalry of hearts The son of Jesse won a nobler wreath Than garlands pluck'd in war and dipped in blood ? And haply she, who washed her Saviour's feet With the soft silent rain of penitence, THE CREATION OF ANGELS AND OF MEN. 113 And wiped them with her tangled tresses, gave 20 A costlier sacrifice than Solomon, What time he slew myriads of sheep and kine, And poured upon the brazen altar forth Rivers of fragrant oil. In Peter's woe, Bitterly weeping in the darkened street, Love veils his fall. The traitor shed no tear. But Magdalene's gushing grief is fresh In memory of us all, as when it drenched The cold stone of the sepulchre. Paul wept, And by the droppings of his heart subdued 30 Strong men by all his massive arguments Unvanquish'd. And the loved Evangelist Wept, though in heaven, that none in heaven were found Worthy to loose the Apocalyptic seals. No holy tear is lost. None idly sinks As water in the barren sand : for God, Let David witness, puts His children's tears Into His cruse and writes them in His book ; — David, that sweetest lyrist, not the less Sweet that his plaintive pleading tones ofttimes 40 Are tremulous with grief. For he and all God's nightingales have ever learn'd to sing, Pressing their bosom on some secret thorn. In the world's morning it was thus : and, since The evening shadows fell athwart mankind, Thus hath it always been. Blind and bereft, The minstrel of an Eden lost explored Things all invisible to mortal eyes. 1 114 THE CREATION OF ANGELS AND OF MEN. [BOOK And he, who touched with a true poet's hand The harp of prophecy, himself had learned 50 Its music in the school of mourners. But Beyond all other sorrow stands enshrined The imperishable record — Jesus wept. He wept beside the grave of Lazarus ; He wept lamenting* lost Jerusalem ; He wept with agonizing groans beneath The olives of Gethsemane. O tears, For ever sacred, since in human grief The Man of sorrows mingled healing drops With the great ocean tides of human woe ; 60 You I invoke to modulate my words And chasten my ambition, while I search, And by your aid with no unmoisten'd eye, The early archives of the birth of time. Yes, there are tears in heaven. Love ever breathes Compassion ; and compassion without tears Would lack its truest utterance : saints weep And angels : only there no bitterness Troubles the crystal spring. And when I felt, More solaced than surprised, my guardian's tears 70 Falling upon my hand, my bosom yearn'd Towards him with a nearer brotherhood ; And, terrible as seem'd his beauty once, His terrors were less mighty than his tears. His heart was as my heart. He was in grief, No feigned sorrow. And instinctively — IV.] THE CREATION OF ANGELS AND OF MEN. 115 Love's instinct to console the one beloved — I answered, " Oriel, let it grieve thee not Thus to have told me of thy dark sojourn In yonder world of death. I thought before 80 Of thee as dwelling ever in the light, And knowing only joy; but now I see We both have suffered ; sinless thou, and I Ransomed from sin ; for others only thou, I for myself and others ; — but yet links Betwixt us of a tender sympathy Eternity will rivet, not unloose. And now, albeit, had I nursed a hope For those unhappy prisoners of wrath, Thy words had quenched the latest spark, yet thou, 90 While quenching hope, hast hopelessness illumed. Far visions throng my eye and fill my soul Of evil overcome by final good, And death itself absorbed in victory. But first I long to listen from thy lips The story of creation's birth, whene'er In the unclouded morning-tide of heaven Thou and thy holy peers beheld the light." And Oriel took my hand in his once more, And from the summit of that cliff we turn'd, 100 And, with the ease of spirits, descending sought A lower platform, whence the mighty gulf Betwixt that shadowy land of death and ours Was hidden, but afar pre-eminent 1 2 116 THE CREATION OY ANGELS AND OF MEN. [BOOK Over the realms of Paradise. But soon A train of silver mists and airy clouds, Only less limpid than the light itself, Began to creep from every vale, where late Invisible they couch'd by fount and rill, Around us o'er the nearer hills, and hung 1 10 Their lucid veils across the crystal sky, Not always, but by turns drawn and withdrawn In grateful interchange, so that awhile Bocks, mountains, valleys, woods, and glittering lakes, And those uncounted distances of blue Were mantled with their flowing draperies, And then awhile in radiant outline lay ; — Haply less lovely when unclothed than clothed With those transparent, half-transparent robes, But loveliest in alternate sheen and shade. 120 I knew the token and was still : and there Upon a ledge of rock recline, we gazed Our fill of more than Eden's freshness, when The mists of God watered the virgin earth, And gazing drank the music of its calm, Silent ourselves for gladness. But at last, As if recalling his far-travelled thoughts, Not without deeper mellowness of tone, Oriel resumed his narrative and spake : " Yes, saidst thou truly, in the world of spirits, 1 30 As in the early Paradise of man, Creation had its morning without clouds ; IV.] THE CREATION OF ANGELS AND OF MEN. 117 When first the bare illimitable void Throughout its everlasting silences Heard whispers of God's voice and trembled. Then, Passing from measureless eternity, In which the Highest dwelt Triune Alone, To measurable ages, Time began. And then, emerging out of nothingness, At God's behest commanding Let them be, j 40 The rude raw elements of nature were : Viewless and without form at first. But soon God will'd, and breathed His will ; and lo, a sea Of subtle and elastic ether flow'd, Immense, imponderable, luminous, Which, while revealing other things, remains Itself invisible, impalpable, Pervading space. Thus Uncreated Light Created in the twinkling of an eye A tabernacle worthy of Himself, 1 50 And saw that it was good, and dwelt therein. Then, moulded by the Word's almighty hand, And by the Spirit of life informed, the heaven With all its orbits, and the heaven of heavens Rose like a vision. There the throne supreme, Refulgent as if built of solid light, Where He, whom all the heavens cannot contain, Reveals His glory' incomprehensible, Was set upon the awful mount of God, The Heavenly Zion : over it above 160 The empyrean of the universe ; 118 THE CREATION OF ANGELS AND OF MEN. [BOOK And near it, or beneath it as it seem'd, That mystic chariot, paved with love, instinct Thereafter with the holy cherubim ; And round about it four and twenty thrones, Vacant as yet — not long. God, who is Spirit, Bade spirits exist, and they existed. Forms Of light, in infinite varieties, Though all partaking of that human type Which afterward the Son of God assumed 170 (Angelical and human forms, thou seest, Are not so far diverse as mortals think) , Awoke in legions arm'd, or one by one Successively appeard. Succession there, In numbers passing thy arithmetic, Might be more rapid than my words, and yet Exhaust the flight of ages. There is space For ages in the boundless past. But each Came from the hand of God distinct, the fruit Of His eternal counsels, the design 180 Of His omniscient love, His workmanship ; Each seraph, no angelic parentage Betwixt him and the Great Artificer, Born of the Spirit, and by the Word create. " Of these were three the foremost, Lucifer, Michael, and Gabriel : Lucifer, the first, Conspicuous as the star of morning shone, And held his lordly primacy supreme ; Though scarcely' inferior seem'd Michael the prince, IV.] THE CREATION OF ANGELS AND OF MEN. 119 Or Gabriel, God's swift winged messenger. ] 90 And after these were holy Raphael ; Uriel, the son of light ; Barakiel, Impersonation of beatitude ; Great Ramiel, and Raamiel, mercy's child ; Dumah, and Lailah, and Yorekemo, And Suriel, blessed Suriel, who abides Mostly beside the footstool of God's throne, (As Mary sate one time at Jesus' feet,) His chosen inalienable heritage. Nor these alone, but myriad sanctities, 200 Thrones, virtues, principalities, and powers, Over whose names and high estates of bliss I must not linger now, crown'd hierarchs ; And numbers without number under them In order ranged, — some girt with flaming swords, And others bearing golden harps, though all Heaven's choristers are militant at will, And all its martial ranks are priestly choirs. And, even as in yonder Paradise Thou sawest the multitudes of ransom'd babes 210 And children gathered home of tenderest years, So with the presbytery of angels, those Who will appear to thee as infant spirits Or stripling cherubs, cluster round our steps, Each individual cherub born of God, Clouds of innumerable drops composed, Pure emanations of delight and love. 120 THE CREATION OF ANGELS AND OF MEN. [BOOK " And yet, though only one of presbyters There reckoned by ten thousands, when I woke To consciousness, I found myself alone, 220 So vast are heaven's felicitous abodes, As Adam found in Eden. Not a sound Greeted mine ear, except the tuneful flow Of waters rippling past a tree of life, Beneath whose shade on fragrant moss and flowers Dreaming I lay. Realities and dreams Were then confused as yonder clouds and rocks. But soon my Maker, the Eternal Word, Softening His glory, came to me, in form Not wholly' unlike my own : for He, who walked 230 A man on earth among His fellow-men, Is wont, self-humbled, to reveal Himself An Angel among angels. And He said, — His words are vivid in my heart this hour As from His sacred lips at first they fell, — ' Child of the light, let Oriel be thy name ; Whom I have made an image of Myself, That in the age of ages I may shower My love upon thee, and from thee receive Responsive love. I, unto whom thou owest 240 Thy being, thy beauty, and immortal bliss, I claim thy free spontaneous fealty. Such it is thine to render or refuse. It may be in the veiFd futurity, VeiFd for thy good, another voice than Mine, IV.] THE CREATION OF ANGELS AND OF MEN. 121 Though Mine resembling, will solicit thee, When least suspicious of aught ill, to seek Apart from Me thy bliss. Then let these words Foreclose the path of danger. Then beware. Obedience is thy very life, and death 250 Of disobedience the supreme award. Forewarned, forearmed resist. Obey and live. But only in My love abide, and heaven (So call the beautiful world around thee spread) Shall be thy home for ever, and shall yield Thee choicest fruits of immortality ; And thou shalt drink of every spring of joy, And with the lapse of endless ages grow In knowledge of My Father and Myself, Ever more loving, ever more beloved/ 2(3o " Speaking, He gazed on me, and gazing seaPd Me with the impress of His countenance, (Brother, I read the same upon thy brow,) Until such close affinity of being Enchained me, that the beauty' of holiness Appeared unutterably necessary, And by its very nature part of me. I loved Him for His love ; and from that hour My life began to circle round His life, As planets round the sun, — His will my law, 270 His mysteries of counsel my research, And His approving smile my rich reward. 122 THE CREATION OF ANGELS AND OF MEN. [BOOK " Then whispering, € Follow Me/ He led me forth By paths celestial through celestial scenes (Of which the Paradise beneath our feet, Though but the outer precincts of His courts, Is pledge) , each prospect lovelier than the last, Until before my raptured eye there rose The Heavenly Zion. " Terribly sublime It rose. The mountains at its base, albeit 280 Loftier than lonely Ararat, appeared But footsteps to a monarch's throne. The top Was often lost in clouds— clouds all impregn'd With light and girdled with a rainbow arch Of opal and of emerald. For there, Not as on Sinai with thick flashing flames, But veiling His essential majesty In robes of glory woven by Himself, He dwells whose dwelling is the universe Of all things, and whose full-orb'd countenance 290 The Son alone sustains. But at His will (So was it now) the clouds withdrawn disclosed That portion of His glory, which might best Fill all His saints with joy past utterance. There were the cherubim instinct with eyes ; And there the crowned elders on their thrones, Encircling with a belt of starry light The everlasting throne of God ; and round, IV.] THE CREATION OF ANGELS AND OF MEN. 123 Wave after wave, myriads of flaming ones From mightiest potentates and mid degrees 300 Unto the least of the angelic choirs. Myself, nor of the first nor of the last I saw ; but mingling with them was received By some with tender condescending love, By others with the grateful homage due To their superior. Envy was unknown In that society. But through their ranks Delightful and delighting whispers ran, ' Another brother is arrived to share And multiply our gladness without end/ 310 Meanwhile, as I was answering love with love, My Guide was not, and in that countless throng I felt alone, till clustering round my steps, With loud Hosannas and exuberant joy, They led me to the footstool of the throne, And there upon His Father's right He sate, Without whom heaven had been no heaven to me, Effulgent Image of the Invisible, Co-equal, co-eternal God of God. " That day was one of thousands not unlike 320 Of holy convocation, when the saints (This was our earliest name, God's holy ones) From diverse fields of service far and near, What time the archangel's trumpet rang through heaven, Flock'd to the height of Zion — archetypes Of Salem's festivals in after years. 124 THE CREATION OF ANGELS AND OF MEN. [BOOK And ever, as these high assemblies met. New counsels were disclosed of love Divine, New revelations of our Father's face, New proofs of His creative handiwork, 330 Presentments at the throne of new-born spirits, Wakening new raptures and new praise in us The elder born. No discord then in heaven. u So passed continuous ages ; till at last, * The cycles of millennial days complete, Mark'd by sidereal orbits, seven times seven, By circuits inexpressible to man, Revolving, a Sabbatic jubilee Dawn'd on creation. Usher'd in with songs And blowing of melodious trumps, and voice 340 Of countless harpers harping on their harps, That morning, long foretold in prophecy (Heaven has, as earth, its scrolls prophetic, sketched In word or symbol by the Prescient Spirit), Broke in unclouded glory. Hitherto No evil had appeared to cast its shade Over the splendours of perpetual light, Nor then appeared, though to the Omniscient Eye, Which only reads the mysteries of thought And can detect the blossom in the bulb, 350 All was not pure which pure and perfect seem\l. But we presaged no tempest. We had lived. Save for the warning each at birth received, As children live in blissful ignorance IV.] THE CREATION OF ANGELS AND OP MEN. 125 Of future griefs : nor even Michael guess'd, So hath he often told me, what that day Disclosed of war and final victory. " Such was the childhood of angelic life. Such might not, could not always be. And when, Ranged in innumerable phalanxes, 36o We stood or knelt around the sapphire throne, The Word, the Angel of God's Presence, rose From the right hand of glory, where He sate Enshrined, embosomed in the light of light, And gazing round with majesty Divine, — Complacent rest in us His finished work, His perfected creation, not unmixed With irrepressible concern of love, — Thus spake in accents audible to all : " ' Children of light, My children, whom My hand 370 Hath made, and into whom My quickening Spirit Hath breathed an immortality of life, My Father's pleasure is fulfilled, nor now Of His predestinated hosts remains One seraph uncreated. It is done. Thrones, virtues, principalities, and powers, Not equal, but dependent each on each, O'er thousands and ten thousands president : No link is wanting in the golden chain. None lacks his fellow, none his bosom friends, 380 No bosom friends their fit society. 126 THE CREATION OF ANGELS AND OF MEN. [BOOK And no society its sphere assigned In the great firmament of morning stars. The brotherhood of angels is complete. And now, My labour finished, I declare Jehovah's irreversible decree, With whom from Our eternal Yesterday, Before creation's subtlest film appear'd, I dwelt in light immutably the same, Which saith to Me, u Thou art My Only Son, 390 From all eternity alone Beloved, Alone Begotten : Thee I now ordain Lord of To-day, the great To-day of Time, And Heir of all things in the world to come. Who serve the Son, they too the Father serve ; And Thee, My Son, contemning, Me contemn. My majesty is Thine : Thy word is Mine. And now, in pledge of this My sovereign will, Before heaven's peers on this high jubilee I pour upon Thee without measure forth 400 The unction of My Everlasting Spirit, And crown Thee with the crown of endless joy."' " So spake the Son ; and, as He spake, a cloud Of fragrance, such as heaven had never known, Rested upon His Head, and soon distill'd In odours inexpressibly sublimed Dewdrops of golden balm, which flowM adown His garments to their lowest skirts, and fill'd The vast of heaven with new ambrosial life. IV.] THE CREATION OF ANGELS AND OF MEN. 127 And for a while, it seemed a little while. 410 But joy soon fails in measurement of time, We knelt before His footstool, none except, And from the fountain-head of blessing drank Beatitude past utterance. But then, Rising once more, the crowned Messiah spake : M c My children, ye have heard the high decree Of Him, whose word is settled in the heavens, Irrevocable ; and your eyes have seen The symbol of His pleasure, that I rule Supreme for ever o'er His faithful hosts, 420 Or faithless enemies, if such arise : And rise they will. Already I behold The giant toils of pride enveloping The hearts of many : questionings of good, Not evil in themselves, but which, sustained And parleyed with apart from Me, w-ill lead To evil ; thoughts of licence not indulged, Nor yet recoiPd from ; and defect of power, Inseparable from your finite being, Soliciting so urgently your will 430 (Free, therefore not infallible) to range Through other possibilities of things Than those large realms conceded to your ken, That if ye yield, and ye cannot but yield Without My mighty aid betimes implored, From their disastrous wedlock will be born 128 THE CREATION OF ANGELS AND OF MEN. [BOOK That fertile monster, Sin. Oh yet be wise ! My children, ere it be too late, be warned ! The pathway of obedience and of life Is one and narrow and of steep ascent, 440 But leads to limitless felicity. Not so the tracks of disobedience stretch On all sides, open, downward, to the Deep Which underlies the kingdom of My love. Good, evil ; life and death : here is your choice. From this great trial of your fealty, This shadow of all limited free will, It is not Mine, albeit Omnipotent, To save you. Ye yourselves must choose to live. But only supplicate My ready aid, 450 And My Good Spirit within you will repel Temptation from the threshold of your heart Unscathed, or if conversed with heretofore Will soon disperse the transitory film, And fortify your soul with new resolve/ " He spake, and from the ranks a seraph stepped, One of heaven's brightest sanctities esteemed, Nought heeding underneath the eye of God Ten thousand times ten thousand eyes of those Who gazed in marvel, Penuel his name, 4 60 And knelt before Messiah's feet. What passed We knew not : only this we knew ; then first Tears fell upon that floor of crystal gold — IV.] THE CREATION OF ANGELS AND OF MEN. L29 Not long — a smile of reconcilement chased Impending clouds, and that archangel's brow Shone with the calm response of perfect love. " Sole penitent he knelt, — if penitence Be the due name for evil, not in deed, But only in surmise. And for a space Unwonted silence reigned in heaven, until 470 The Son of God a third time rose and spake : " ' Angels, from conflict I have said no power Avails to save you : here Omnipotence, Which made and guards from force your freeborn will, And never can deny itself, seems weak, Seems only, — hidden in profounder depths. But rather than temptation were diffused Through boundless space and ages without end, I have defined and circumscribed the strife In narrowest limits both of place and time. 480 Ye know the planet, by yourselves called Earth, Which in alternate tempest and repose Has rolPd for ages round its central sun, And often have ye wondered what might be My secret counsel as regards that globe, The scene of such perplexed vicissitudes, In turn the birthplace and the tomb of life, Life slowly' unfolding from its lowest forms. Now wrapt in swathing-bands of thickest clouds Bred of volcanic fires, eruptions fierce 490 130 THE CREATION OF ANGELS AND OF MEN. [BOOK And seething oceans, on its path it rolls In darkness, waiting for its lord and heir. Hear, then, My word : this is the destined field, Whereon both good and evil, self-impell'd, Shall manifest the utmost each can do To overwhelm its great antagonist. There will I shower the riches of My grace First to prevent, and, if prevention fail, To conquer sin — eternal victory. And there Mine enemies will wreak their worst : 500 Their worst will prove unequal in that war To conquer My unconquerable love. But why, ye thrones and potentates of heaven, Say why should any amongst you, why should one Attempt the suicidal strife ? What more Could have been done I have not done for you ? Have I not made you excellent in power, Swift as the winds and subtle as the light, Perfect and God-like in intelligence ? What more is possible ? But one thing more, 5 J o And I have kept back nothing I can do If yet I may anticipate your fall. Such glory have I poured upon your form And made you thus in likeness of Myself, That from your peerless excellence there springs Temptation, lest the distance infinite Betwixt the creature and the Increate Be hidden from your eyes. For who of spirits, First born or last, has seen his birth, or knows IV.] THE CREATION OF ANGELS AND OF MEN. 131 The secrets of his own nativity ? 520 Nor were ye with Me, when My Father wilPd, And at My word the heavens obedient rose. Come, then, with Me, your Maker, and behold The making of a world. Nor this alone : But I, working before your eyes, will take Of earth's material dust, and mould its clay Into My image, and imbreathe therein The breath of life, and by My Spirit Divine Implanting mind, choice, conscience, reason, love, Will form a being, who in power and light, 530 May seem a little lower than yourselves (Yourselves whose very glory tempts to pride), But capable of loftiest destinies. This being shall be man. Made of the dust, And thus allied to all material worlds, Born of the Spirit, and thus allied to God, He during his probation's term shall walk His mother earth, unfledged to range the sky, But, if found faithful, shall at length ascend The highest heavens and share My home and yours. 540 Nor shall his race, like angels, be defined In numbers, but expansive without end Shall propagate itself by diverse sex, And in its countless generations form An image of Divine infinitude. As younger, ye their elder brethren stand : As feebler, ye their ministers. Nor deem That thus your glory shall be less, but more ; k 2 132 THE CREATION OF ANGELS AND OF MEN. [BOOK For glory* and love inseparably grow. Only, ye firstborn sons of heaven, be true, 550 True to yourselves and true to Me, your Lord ; For as mankind must have a pledge proposed (And without pledge the trial were the same) Of their obedience, so mankind themselves Are pledge and proof of yours. Only be true ; And the pure crystal river of My love Widening shall flow with unimpeded course, And water the whole universe with life/ " So spake Messiah \ and His words awoke Deep searchings, Is it I ? in countless hearts, 560 Hearts pure from sin and strong in self-distrust : Nor holy fear alone, but strenuous prayer For strength and wisdom and effectual aid In the stern war foretold. And heaven that hour New worship and unparalleled beheld, Self-humbled cherubim and seraphim, And prostrate principalities and thrones, And flaming legions, who on bended knees Besought their fealty might never fail, Never so great as when they lowliest seemed. 5T0 Would all had prayed ! But prayer to some appeared A sign of weakness unconceived : to some Confession of an unsuspected pride : And haply some rising ambition moved To strive against the Spirit who strove with all In mercy, forcing none, persuading most. IV.] THE CREATION OF ANGELS AND OF MEN. 133 Yes, most yielded submiss. And soon from prayer To solemn adoration we uprose, And all the firmament of Zion rang With new Hosannas unto Him who saw 580 The gathering storm and warned us ere it broke. New thoughts of high and generous courage stirrM In every loyal breast, and new resolves To do and suffer all things for our Lord. On which great themes conversing, friend with friend, Or solitary with the King Himself, That memorable Sabbath passed, a day, Though one day there is as a thousand years, Fraught with eternal destinies to all. " Now dawned another morning-tide in heaven, 590 The morning of another age, and lo, Forth from the height of Zion, where He sate Throned in His glory inaccessible, The Son of God, robed in a radiant cloud, And circled by His angel hosts, came down, Descending from that pure crystalline sphere Into the starry firmament. Not then For the first time or second I beheld Those marvels of His handiwork, those lamps Suspended in His temple's azure dome, 600 And kindled by the Great High Priest Himself; For through them I had often wing'd my flight. But never saw I till that hour such blaze Of glory : whether now the liquid sky 134 THE CREATION OF ANGELS AND OF MEN. [BOOK Did homage to its present Lord, or He Our eyes anointed with peculiar power : For to the farthest wall of heaven, where light Trends on the outer gloom, with ease we scanned The maze of constellations : central suns Attended by their planets ministrant, 610 These by their moons attended ; groups of worlds ; Garlands of stars, like sapphires loosely strung ; Festoons of golden orbs, nor golden all, Some pearls, and rubies some, some emerald green, And others shedding hyacinthine light Far over the empurpled sky : but all Moving with such smooth harmony, though mute, Around some secret centre pendulous, That in their very silence music breathed, And in their motions none could choose but rest. 620 " Through these with gently undulating course ♦ Messiah and His armies passed, until They reached the confines of thy native orb, The battle-field of Good and Evil, Earth. " Wrapt in impervious mists, w^hich ever steam 'd Up from its boiling oceans, without form And void, it rolPd around the sun, which cast Strange lurid lights on the revolving mass, But pierced not to the solid globe beneath. Such vast eruption of internal fires 630 Had mingled sea and land. This not the first IV.J THE CREATION OF ANGELS AND OF MEN. 135 Convulsion which that fated orb had known, The while through immemorial ages God, In patience of His own eternity, Laid deep its firm foundations. When He spake In the beginning, and His word stood fast, An incandescent mass, molten and crude, Arose from the primordial elements, With gaseous vapours circumfused, and rolled Along its fiery orbit : till in lapse 640 Of time an ever thickening hardening crust (So have I heard) upon its lava waves Gathered condense : a globe of granite rock, Bleak, barren, utterly devoid of life, Mantled on all sides with its swaddling-bands Of seas and clouds : impenetrably dark, Until the fiat of the Omnipotent Went forth. And, slowly dawning from the East, A cold grey twilight cast a pallid gleam Over those vaporous floods, and days and nights, G50 All sunless days, all moonless starless nights, For ages journeyed toward the western heavens : — Unbroken circuits, till the central fires Brake forth anew, emitting sulphurous heat. And then at God's command a wide expanse Severed the waters of those shoreless floods From billowy clouds above ; — an upper sea Of waters o'er that limpid firmament Rolling for cycles undefined, the while God's leisure tarried. Then again He wilPd, 60o 136 THE CREATION OF ANGELS AND OF MEN. [BOOK And lo, the bursting subterranean fires Thrust from below vast continents of land With deeper hollows yawning wide betwixt Capacious, into which the troubled tides Poured with impetuous rage, and fretting broke, Returning with their ceaseless ebb and flow, On many a sandy beach and shingly shore. But soon, wherever the dank atmosphere Kissed with its warm and sultry breath the soil, Innumerable ferns and mosses clothed 670 The marshy plains, and endless forests waved, Pine-trees and palms on every rising slope, Gigantic reeds by every oozy stream, Rank and luxuriant under cloudy skies, Fed by the steaming vapours, race on race Fattening, as generations throve and sank. Their work was done ; and at the Almighty's word Earth shuddered with convulsive throes again, And hid their gathered riches in her folds For after use. But now a brighter light 680 Flushes the East : the winds are all abroad : The cloud-drifts scud across the sky ; and lo, Emerging like a bridegroom from his couch, The lordly sun looks forth, and heaven and earth Rejoice before him : till his bashful queen, When the night shadows creep across the world, Half peering through a veil of silver mists, Discloses the pale beauty of her brow, Attended by a glittering retinue IV.] THE CREATION OF ANGELS AND OF MEN. 137 Of stars. Again long ages glided by, 690 While Earth throughout her farthest climes imbibed The influences of heaven. " Not yet the end. For not for lifeless rocks, or pure expanse Of the pellucid firmament, or growth Of ferns or flowers or forests, or the smile Of sun or moon far shining through the heavens Was that fair globe created ; but for life, A destined nursery of life, the home, When death is vanquished, of immortal life. But there is no precipitance with God, 700 Nor are His ways as ours. And living things, When His next mandate from on high was given, Innumerous, but unintelligent, Swarm'd from the seas and lakes and torrent floods, Reptiles and lizards, and enormous birds Which first with oaring wing assayed the sky : Vast tribes that for successive ages there Appeared and disappeared. They had no king : And muto creation mourned its want ; until Destruction wrapt that world of vanity. 710 But from its wreck emerging, mammoth beasts Peopled the plains, and filled the lonely woods. But they too had no king, no lord, no head ; And Earth was not for them. So when their term In God's great counsels was fulfilled, once more Earth to its centre shook, and what were seas 138 THE CREATION OF ANGELS AND OF MEN. [BOOK Unsounded were of half their waters drained, And what were wildernesses ocean "beds; And mountain ranges, from beneath upheaved, Clave with their granite peaks primeval plains, 720 And rose sublime into the water-floods, Floods overflowed themselves with seas of mist, Which swathed in darkness all terrestrial things, Once more unfurnished, empty, void, and vast. " Such and so formless was thy native earth, Brother, what time our heavenly hosts arrived Upon its outmost firmament ; nor found A spot whereon angelic foot might rest, Though some with facile wing from pole to pole 730 Swift as the lightning flew, and others traced From East to West the equidistant belt. Such universal chaos reigned without ; Within, the embryo of a world. " For now Messiah, riding on the heavens serene, Sent forth His Omnipresent Spirit to brood Over the troubled deep, and spake aloud, 1 Let there be light/ and straightway at His Word, The work of ages into hours compressed, Light pierced that canopy of surging clouds, 74 o And shot its penetrative influence through Their masses undispersed, until the waves Couching beneath them felt its vital power. IV.] THE CREATION OF ANGELS AND OF MEN. 139 And the Creator saw the light was good : Thus evening now and morning were one day. u The morrow came ; and without interlude Of labour, ' Let there be a firmament/ God said, i amid the waters to divide The nether oceans from the upper seas Of watery mists and clouds/ And so it was. 750 Immediate an elastic atmosphere Circled the globe, source inexhaustible Of vital breath for every thing that breathes : And even and morning were a second day. u But now again God spake, and said, c Let all The waters under heaven assembling flow Together, and the solid land appear/ And it was so. And thus were types prepared For generations yet unborn of things Invisible : that airy firmament, 76o Symbolic of the heaven and heaven of heavens ; The earth a theatre, where life with death Should wage incessant warfare militant ; And those deep oceans, emblems of a depth Profounder still, — the under- world of spirits. But now before our eyes delighted broke A sudden verdure over hill and dale, Grasses and herbs and trees of every sort, Each leaflet by an Architect Divine Designed and finished : proof, if proof be sought, 770 140 THE CREATION OF ANGELS AND OF MEN. [BOOK Of goodness in all climes present at once Untiring, unexhausted, infinite : Thus evening was and morning a third day. " And then again Messiah spoke, and lo, The clouds empurpled, flushed, incarnadined, Melted in fairy wreaths before the sun, Who climbing the meridian steep of heaven, Shone with a monarch's glory, till he dipped His footstep in the ruddy western waves, And with the streaming of his golden hair 780 Startled the twilight. But as evening drew Her placid veil o'er all things, the pale moon Right opposite ascending from the East, By troops of virgin stars accompanied, Arcturus and the sweet-voiced Pleiades, Lordly Orion, and great Mazzaroth, Footing with dainty step the milky way, Assumed her ebon throne, empress of night. " But now the fourth day closed. And at God's word The waters teem'd with life, with life the air ; 70') Mostly new types of living things, though some From past creations, buried deep beneath Seas or the strata of incumbent soils, Borrowed their form. Innumerable tribes Of fishes, from the huge Leviathan Roaming alone the solitary depths To myriad minnows in their sunny creeks, IV.] THE CREATION OF ANGELS AND OF MEN. 141 The ocean pathways swam. Nor less the birds, Some of entrancing plumage, some of notes More trancing still, awoke the sleeping woods 800 To gaiety and music. Others perched Upon the beetling cliffs, or walked the shore, Or dived or floated on the waves at will, Or skimmed with light wing o'er their dashing foam, Free of three elements, earth, water, air. And, as the fifth day to the sixth gave place, We gazed in eager expectation what Might crown our Great Creator's work. " But first All living creatures of the earth appeared ; Insects that crept or flew as liked them best sio In hosts uncounted as the dews that hung Upon the herbs their food : and white flocks browsed, Herds grazed, and generous horses paw'd the ground : And fawns and leopards and young antelopes Gambolled together. Every moment seem'd Fruitful of some new marvel, new delight, Until at last the Great Artificer Paused in His mighty labours. Noon had passed, But many hours must yet elapse ere night : And thus had God, rehearsing in brief space 820 His former acts of vast omnipotence, In less than six days ere we stood aloof From that tumultuous mass of moving gloom, Out of the wrecks of past creations built 142 THE CREATION OF ANGELS AND OF MEN. [BOOK A world before our eyes. All was prepared : This glorious mansion only craved its heir, This shrine of God its worshipper and priest. " Nor long His purpose in suspense. For soon Descending from the firmamental heavens, Where He had wrought and whence His mandates given 830 Upon a mountain's summit which o'erlook'd The fairest and most fruitful scene on earth, Eden's delicious garden, in full view Of us His ministering hosts, He took Some handfuls of the dust and moulded it Within His plastic hands, until it grew Into an image like His own, like ours, Of perfect symmetry, divinely fair, But lifeless, till He stooped and breathed therein The breath of life, and by His Spirit infused 840 A spirit endowed with immortality. And we, viewless ourselves in air, saw then The first tryst of a creature with his God : We read his features when surprise and awe Passed into adoration, into trust ; And heard his first low whisperings of love, — Heard, and remembered how it was with us. " But now, lowly in heart, Messiah took Mankind's first father by the hand, and led His footsteps from that solitary hill B50 IV.] THE CREATION OF ANGELS AND OF MEN. 143 Down to the Paradise below, well named A paradise, for never earth has worn Such close similitude to heaven as there. The breezes laded with a thousand sweets, Not luscious but invigorating, breathed Ambrosial odours. Roses of all scents Embowered the walks ; and flowers of every hue Chequered the green sward with mosaic. Trees Hung with ripe clustering fruit, or blossoming With promise, on all sides solicited 860 Refreshment and repose. Perpetual springs Flowed, feeding with their countless rivulets Eden's majestic river. By its banks The birds warbled in concert ; and the beasts Roamed harmless and unharmed from dell to dell, Or leaped for glee, or slept beneath the shade, The kid and lion nestling side by side. " These, summoned by their Maker, as they passed Before his feet, the ancestor of men Significantly named : such insight God 870 Had given him into nature : but for him Of all these creatures was no helpmeet found. And solitude had soon its shadow cast Over his birthday's joy : which to prevent God drenched his eyes with sleep, and then and there Still in our aspect, from his very side Took a warm rib and fashioned it anew, As lately He fashioned the obedient clay, 144 THE CREATION OF ANGELS AND OF MEN. [BOOK Till one like man, but softer gentler far (The first of reasonable female sex, 880 For spirits, thou knowest, are not thus create) He made, and brought her, blushing as the sky Then blushed with kisses of the evening sun, Veiled in her naked innocence alone, To Adam. Naked too he stood, but joy Not shame suffused his glowing cheek and hers, The while their gracious Maker joined their hands In wedlock, and their hearts in nuptial love ; Nor left them, till by many a flowery path Through orange groves and cedarn alleys winding 890 At length He brought them to a fountain's brink, — The fountain of that river which went forth Through Eden, watering its countless flowers With tributary rivulets, or mists Exhaled at nightfall. There, on either side, A fruit-tree grew, shading the limpid spring, The tree of knowledge and the tree of life. " Hither when they arrived, the Son of God, With mingled majesty and tenderness Their steps arresting, bade them look around 900 That garden of surpassing beauty, graced With every fruit that earth could rear, and rich With every gift that Heaven could give to man, And told them all was theirs, all freely theirs, For contemplation, for fruition theirs, — Theirs and their seed's for ever. But