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THE 
 
 DIVINE TRAGEDY 
 
 BY 
 
 HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW. 
 
 LONDON : 
 GEORGE ROUTLEDGE AND SONS, 
 
 THE BROADWAY, LUDGATE. 
 1872. 
 
 \This Work is Copyright.} 
 
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 BRADBURY, EVANS, AND CO., PRINTERS. WHJTEFRIARS. 
 
CONTENTS. 
 
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 PAGE 
 
 INTROITUS I 
 
 THE DIVINE TRAGEDY. 
 
 THE FIRST PASSOVER. 
 
 I. VOX CLAMANTIS II 
 
 II. MOUNT QUARANTANIA 1 9 
 
 III. THE MARRIAGE IN CANA 27 
 
 IV. IN THE CORNFIELDS 37 
 
 V. NAZARETH 45 
 
 VI. THE SEA OF GALILEE 53 
 
 VII. THE DEMONIAC OF GADARA . . . 6 1 
 VIII. TALITHA CUMI 7 1 
 
 IX. THE TOWER OF MAGDALA 77 
 
 X. THE HOUSE OF SIMON THE PHARISEE . . . 83 
 
 THE SECOND PASSOVER. 
 
 i. before the gates of mach.erus ... 89 
 
 11. herod's banquet-hall 95 
 
 iii. under the walls of mach^rus . . . i05 
 
 IV. NICODEMUS AT NIGHT Ill 
 
 V. BLIND BARTIMEUS II9 
 
iv Contents. 
 
 PAGE 
 
 vi. Jacob's well 127 
 
 VII. THE COASTS OF CESAREA PHILIPPI . • . . 1 37 
 
 VIII. THE YOUNG RULER 1 49 
 
 IX. AT BETHANY . . . . . 157 
 
 X. BORN BLIND 163 
 
 XI. SIMON MAGUS AND HELEN OF TYRE . 173 
 
 THE THIRD PASSOVER. 
 
 i. the entry into jerusalem . . . 185 
 
 11. Solomon's porch . 193 
 
 III. lord, is it 1 ? 203 
 
 IV. THE GARDEN OF GETHSEMANE . ... 209 
 V. THE PALACE OF CAIAPHAS 217 
 
 VI. PONTIUS PILATE 227 
 
 VII. BARABBAS IN PRISON 233 
 
 VIII. ECCE HOMO 239 
 
 IX. ACELDAMA 247 
 
 X. THE THREE CROSSES 253 
 
 XI. THE TWO MARIES . . . . . . 259 
 
 XII. THE SEA OF GALILEE 265 
 
 EPILOGUE 275 
 
INTROITUS. 
 
 i< 
 
INTROITUS. 
 
 The Angel bearing the Prophet Habakkuk 
 through the air. 
 
 PROPHET. 
 
 Why dost thou bear me aloft, 
 
 O Angel of God, on thy pinions 
 
 O'er realms and dominions ? 
 
 Softly I float as a cloud 
 
 In air, for thy right hand upholds me, 
 
 Thy garment enfolds me ! 
 
 ANGEL. 
 
 Lo ! as I passed on my way 
 In the harvest-field I beheld thee, 
 When no man compelled thee, 
 Bearing with thine own hands 
 This food to the famishing reapers, 
 A flock without keepers ! 
 
 B 2 
 
The Divine Tragedy. 
 
 The fragrant sheaves of the wheat 
 
 Made the air above them sweet ; 
 
 Sweeter and more divine 
 
 Was the scent of the scattered grain, 
 
 That the reaper's hand let fall 
 
 To be gathered again 
 
 By the hand of the gleaner ! 
 
 Sweetest, divinest of all, 
 
 Was the humble deed of thine, 
 
 And the meekness of thy demeanor ! 
 
 PROPHET. 
 
 Angel of Light, 
 
 I cannot gainsay thee, 
 
 I can but obey thee ! 
 
 ANGEL. 
 
 Beautiful was it in the Lord's sight, 
 
 To behold his Prophet 
 
 Feeding those that toil, 
 
 The tillers of the soil. 
 
 But why should the reapers eat of it 
 
 And not the Prophet of Zion 
 
 In the den of the lion ? 
 
Introitus. 
 
 The Prophet should feed the Prophet ! 
 Therefore I thee have uplifted, 
 And bear thee aloft by the hair 
 Of thy head, like a cloud that is drifted 
 Through the vast unknown of the air ! 
 
 Five days hath the Prophet been lying 
 
 In Babylon, in the den 
 
 Of the lions, death-defying, 
 
 Defying hunger and thirst \ 
 
 But the worst 
 
 Is the mockery of men ! 
 
 Alas ! how full of fear 
 
 Is the fate of Prophet and Seer ! 
 
 Forevermore, forevermore, 
 
 It shall be as it hath been heretofore ; 
 
 The age in which they live 
 
 Will not forgive 
 
 The splendor of the everlasting light, 
 
 That makes their foreheads bright, 
 
 Nor the sublime 
 
 Fore-running of their time ! 
 
The Divine Tt 
 
 PROPHET, 
 
 O tell me, for thou knowest, 
 Wherefore and by what grace, 
 Have I, who am least and lowest, 
 Been chosen to this place, 
 To this exalted part ? 
 
 ANGEL, 
 
 Because thou art 
 
 The Struggler ; and from thy youth 
 
 Thy humble and patient life 
 
 Hath been a strife 
 
 And battle for the Truth ; 
 
 Nor hast thou paused nor halted, 
 
 Nor ever in thy pride 
 
 Turned from the poor aside, 
 
 But with deed and word and pen 
 
 Hast served thy fellow-men ; 
 
 Therefore art thou exalted ! 
 
 PROPHET. 
 
 By thine arrow's light 
 
 Thou goest onward through the night, 
 
 And by the clear 
 
Introitus. 7 
 
 Sheen of thy glittering spear ! 
 When will our journey end ? 
 
 ANGEL. 
 
 Lo, it is ended ! 
 
 Yon silver gleam 
 
 Is the Euphrates stream. 
 
 Let us descend 
 
 Into the city splendid, 
 
 Into the City of Gold ! 
 
 PROPHET. 
 
 Behold ! 
 
 As if the stars had fallen from their places 
 
 Into the firmament below, 
 
 The streets, the gardens, and the vacant spaces 
 
 With light are all aglow: 
 
 And hark ! 
 
 As we draw near, 
 
 What sound is it I hear 
 
 Ascending through the dark ? 
 
 ANGEL. 
 
 The tumultuous noise of the nations, 
 
The Divine Tragedy. 
 
 Their rejoicings and lamentations, 
 The pleadings of their prayer. 
 The groans of their despair, 
 The cry of their imprecations, 
 Their wrath, their love, their hate ! 
 
 PROPHET. 
 
 Surely the world doth wait 
 The coming of its Redeemer ! 
 
 ANGEL. 
 
 Awake from thy sleep, O dreamer ! 
 The hour is near, though late; 
 Awake ! write the vision sublime, 
 The vision, that is for a time, 
 Though it tarry, wait ; it is nigh ; 
 In the end it will speak and not lie. 
 
 
THE DIVINE TRAGEDY. 
 
 THE FIRST PASSOVER. 
 
I. 
 
 VOX CLAMANTIS. 
 
I. 
 
 VOX CLAMANTIS. 
 
 JOHN THE BAPTIST. 
 
 Repent ! repent ! repent ! 
 
 For the kingdom of God is at hand, 
 
 And all the land 
 
 Full of the knowledge of the Lord shall be 
 
 As the waters cover the sea, 
 
 And encircle the continent ! 
 
 Repent ! repent ! repent ! 
 
 For lo, the hour appointed, 
 
 The hour so. long foretold 
 
 By the Prophets of old, 
 
 Of the coming of the Anointed, 
 
 The Messiah, the Paraclete, 
 
 The Desire of the Nations, is nigh ! 
 
 He shall not strive nor cry, 
 
 Nor his voice be heard in the street ; 
 
14 The Divine Tragedy. 
 
 Nor the bruised reed shall he break, 
 Nor quench the smoking flax ; 
 And many of them that sleep 
 In the dust of earth shall awake, 
 On that great and terrible day, 
 And the wicked shall wail and weep, 
 And be blown like a smoke away, 
 And be melted away like wax. 
 Repent ! repent ! repent ! 
 
 O Pri'est, and Pharisee, 
 Who hath warned you to flee 
 From the wrath that is to be ? 
 From the coming anguish and ire ? 
 The axe is laid at the root 
 Of the trees, and every tree 
 That bringeth not forth good fruit, 
 Is hewn down and cast into the fire ! 
 
 Ye Scribes, why come ye hither? 
 
 In the hour that is uncertain, 
 
 In the day of anguish and trouble, 
 
 He that stretcheth the heavens as a curtain 
 
 And spreadeth them out as a tent, 
 
Vox Clamantis. 15 
 
 Shall blow upon you, and ye shall wither, 
 
 And the whirlwind shall take you away as stubble ! 
 
 Repent ! repent ! repent ! 
 
 PRIEST. 
 
 Who art thou, O man of prayer ! 
 In raiment of camel's hair, 
 Begirt with leathern thong, 
 That here in the wilderness, 
 With a cry as of one in distress, 
 Preachest unto this throng ? 
 Art thou the Christ % 
 
 JOHN. 
 
 Priest of Jerusalem, 
 
 In meekness and humbleness, 
 
 I deny not, I confess 
 
 I am not the Christ ! 
 
 PRIEST. 
 
 What shall we say unto them 
 That sent us here ? Reveal 
 
1 6 The Divine Tragedy. 
 
 Thy name, and naught conceal ! 
 Art thou Elias ? 
 
 JOHN. 
 
 No ! 
 
 PRIEST. 
 
 Art thou that Prophet, then, 
 Of lamentation and woe, 
 Who, as a symbol and sign 
 Of impending wrath divine 
 Upon unbelieving men, 
 Shattered the vessel of clay 
 In the Valley of Slaughter ? 
 
 JOHX. 
 
 Nay, 
 I am not he thou namest ! 
 
 PRIEST. 
 
 Who art thou, and what is the word 
 That here thou proclaimest ? 
 
Vox Clamantis, \j 
 
 JOHN. 
 
 I am the voice of one 
 
 Crying in the wilderness alone : 
 Prepare ye the way of the Lord ; 
 Make his paths straight 
 In the land that is desolate ! 
 
 PRIEST, 
 
 If thou be not the Christ, 
 Nor yet Elias, nor he, 
 That, in sign of the things to be, 
 Shattered the vessel of clay 
 In the Valley of Slaughter, 
 Then declare unto us, and say 
 By what authority now 
 Baptizest thou ? 
 
 JOHN. 
 
 I indeed baptize you with water 
 Unto repentance \ but He, 
 That cometh after me, 
 Is mightier than I and higher ; 
 The latchet of whose shoes 
 I am not worthy to unloose ; 
 
1 8 The Divine Tragedy. 
 
 He shall baptize you with fire, 
 And with the Holy Ghost ! 
 Whose fan is in his hand ; 
 He will purge to the uttermost 
 His floor, and garner his wheat, 
 But will burn the chaff in the brand 
 And fire of unquenchable heat ! 
 Repent ! repent ! repent ! 
 
II. 
 
 MOUNT QUARANTANIA. 
 
II. 
 
 MOUNT QUARANTANIA. 
 
 LUCIFER. 
 I. 
 
 Not in the lightning's flash, nor in the thunder, 
 Not in the tempest, nor the cloudy storm, 
 
 Will I array my form ; 
 But part invisible these boughs asunder, 
 And move and murmur, as the wind upheaves 
 
 And whispers in the leaves. 
 
 Not as a terror and a desolation, 
 
 Not in my natural shape, inspiring fear 
 
 And dread, will I appear ; 
 But in soft tones of sweetness and persuasion, 
 A sound as of the fall of mountain streams, 
 
 Or voices heard in dreams. 
 
22 The Divine Tragedy. 
 
 He sitteth there in silence, worn and wasted 
 With famine, and uplifts his hollow eyes 
 
 To the unpitying skies ; 
 For forty days and nights he hath not tasted 
 Of food or drink, his parted lips are pale, 
 
 Surely his strength must fail. 
 
 Wherefore dost thou in penitential fasting, 
 Waste and consume the beauty of thy youth ? 
 
 Ah, if thou be in truth 
 The Son of the Unnamed, the Everlasting, 
 Command these stones beneath thy feet to be 
 
 Changed into bread for thee ! 
 
 CHRISTUS. 
 
 ? Tis written : Man shall not live by bread alone, 
 
 But by each word that from God's mouth proceedeth ! 
 
 ii. 
 
 LUCIFER. 
 
 Too weak, alas ! too weak is the temptation, 
 For one whose soul to nobler things aspires, 
 Than sensual desires ! 
 
Mount Quarantania. 23 
 
 Ah, could I, by some sudden aberration, 
 Lead and delude to suicidal death 
 This Christ of Nazareth ! 
 
 Unto the holy Temple on Moriah, 
 
 With its resplendent domes, and manifold 
 
 Bright pinnacles of gold, 
 Where they await thy coming, O Messiah ! 
 Lo, I have brought thee ! Let thy glory here 
 
 Be manifest and clear. 
 
 Reveal thyself by royal act and gesture, 
 Descending with the bright triumphant host 
 
 Of all the highermost 
 Archangels, and about thee as a vesture 
 The shining clouds, and all thy splendors show 
 
 Unto the world below ! 
 
 Cast thyself down, it is the hour appointed ; 
 And God hath given his angels charge and care 
 
 To keep thee and upbear 
 Upon their hands his only Son, the Anointed, 
 Lest he should dash his foot against a stone 
 
 And die, and be unknown. 
 
24 The Divine Tragedy. 
 
 CHRISTUS. 
 
 'T is written : Thou shalt not tempt the Lord thy 
 God! 
 
 in. 
 
 LUCIFER. 
 
 I cannot thus delude him to perdition ?] 
 But one temptation still remains untried ; 
 
 The trial of his pride, 
 The thirst of power, the fever of ambition • 
 Surely by these a humble peasant's son 
 
 At last may be undone 1 
 
 Above the yawning chasms and deep abysses, 
 Across the headlong torrents, I have brought 
 
 Thy footsteps, swift as thought ; 
 And from the highest of these precipices, 
 The Kingdoms of the world thine eyes behold, 
 
 Like a great map unrolled. 
 
 From far-off Lebanon, with cedars crested, 
 To where the waters of the Asphalt Lake 
 On its white pebbles break, 
 
Mount Quarantania. 25 
 
 And the vast desert, silent, sand-invested, 
 These kingdoms all are mine, and thine shall be. 
 If thou wilt worship me ! 
 
 CHRISTUS. 
 
 Get thee behind me, Satan ! Thou shalt worship 
 The Lord thy God ; Him only shalt thou serve I 
 
 ANGELS MIN1STRANT. 
 
 The sun goes down ; the evening shadows lengthen, 
 The fever and the struggle of the day 
 
 Abate and pass away ; 
 Thine Angels Ministrant, we come to strengthen 
 And comfort thee, and crown thee with the palm, 
 
 The silence and the calm. 
 
III. 
 
 THE MARRIAGE IN CANA. 
 
III. 
 
 THE MARRIAGE IN CANA. 
 
 THE MUSICIANS. 
 
 Rise up, my*love, my fair one, 
 
 Rise up, and come away, 
 
 For lo ! the winter is past, 
 
 The rain is over and gone, 
 
 The flowers appear on the earth, 
 
 The time of the singing of birds is come, 
 
 And the voice of the turtle is heard in our land. 
 
 THE BRIDEGROOM. 
 
 Sweetly the minstrels sing the Song of Songs ! 
 My heart runs forward with it, and I say : 
 O set me as a seal upon thine heart, 
 And set me as a seal upon thine arm : 
 For love is strong as life, and strong as death, 
 And cruel as the grave is jealousy ! 
 
30 The Divine Tragedy. 
 
 THE MUSICIANS. 
 
 I sleep, but my heart awaketh ; 
 
 'T is the voice of my beloved 
 
 Who knocketh, saying, open to me, 
 
 My sister, my love, my dove, 
 
 For my head is rilled with dew, 
 
 My locks with the drops of the night ! 
 
 THE BRIDE. 
 
 Ah yes, I sleep, and yet my heart awaketh, 
 It is the voice of my beloved who knocks. 
 
 THE BRIDEGROOM. 
 
 O beautiful as Rebecca at the fountain, 
 
 O beautiful as Ruth among the sheaves ! 
 
 O fairest among women ! O underlled ! 
 
 Thou art all fair, my love, there's no spot in thee 
 
 THE MUSICIANS. 
 
 My beloved is white and ruddy, 
 The chiefest among ten thousand ; 
 His locks are black as a raven, 
 His eyes are the eyes of doves, 
 Of doves by the rivers of water, 
 His lips are like unto lilies, 
 Dropping sweet-smelling myrrh. 
 
The Marriage in Cana. 3 r 
 
 ARCHITRICLINUS. 
 
 AYho is that youth, with the dark azure eyes, 
 And hair, in color like unto the wine, 
 Parted upon his forehead, and behind 
 Falling in flowing locks ? 
 
 PARANYMPHUS. 
 
 The Nazarene 
 Who preach eth to the poor in field and village 
 The coming of God's Kingdom. 
 
 ARCHITRICLINUS. 
 
 How serene 
 His aspect is ! manly yet womanly. 
 
 PARANYMPHUS. 
 
 Most beautiful among the sons of men ! 
 
 Oft known to weep, but never known to laugh. 
 
 ARCHITRICLINUS. 
 
 And tell me, she with eyes of olive tint, 
 
 And skin as fair as wheat, and pale brown hair, 
 
 The woman at his side ? 
 
 PARANYMPHUS. 
 
 His mother, Mary. 
 
32 The Divine Tragedy. 
 
 ARCHITRICLINUS. 
 
 And the tall figure standing close behind them, 
 Clad all in white, with face and beard like ashes, 
 As if he were Elias, the White Witness, 
 Come from his cave on Carmel to foretell 
 The end of all things ? 
 
 PARANYMPHUS. 
 
 That is Manahem 
 The Essenian, he who dwells among the palm 
 Near the Dead Sea. 
 
 ARCHITRICLINUS. 
 
 He who foretold to Herod 
 He should one day be King? 
 
 PARANYMPHUS. 
 
 The same. 
 
 ARCHITRICLINUS. 
 
 Then why 
 Doth he come here to sadden with his presence 
 Our marriage feast, belonging to a sect 
 Haters of women, and that taste not wine ? 
 
 THE MUSICIANS. 
 
 My undefiled is but one, 
 The only one of her mother, 
 
The Marriage in Cana. 33 
 
 The choice of her that bare her ; 
 
 The daughters saw her and blessed her ; 
 
 The queens and the concubines praised her, 
 
 Saying : Lo ! who is this 
 
 That looketh forth as the morning ? 
 
 manahem, aside. 
 
 The Ruler of the Feast is gazing at me, 
 As if he asked, why is that old man here 
 Among the revellers ? And thou, the Anointed ! 
 Why art thou here ? I see as in a vision 
 A figure clothed in purple, crowned with thorns ; 
 I see a cross uplifted in the darkness, 
 And hear a cry of agony, that shall echo 
 Forever and forever through the world ! 
 
 ARCHITRICLINUS. 
 
 Give us more wine. These goblets are all empty. 
 
 MARY to CHRISTUS. 
 
 They have no wine ! 
 
 CHRISTUS. 
 
 O woman, what have I 
 To do with thee ? Mine hour is not yet come. 
 
34 The Divine Tragedy. 
 
 mary to the servants. 
 Whatever he shall say to you, that do. 
 
 christus. 
 Fill up these pots with water. 
 
 THE MUSICIANS. 
 
 Come, my beloved, 
 
 Let us go forth into the field, 
 
 Let us lodge in the villages ; 
 
 Let us get up early to the vineyards, 
 
 Let us see if the vine flourish, 
 
 Whether the tender grape appear, 
 
 And the pomegranates bud forth. 
 
 CHRISTUS. 
 
 Draw out now 
 And bear unto the Ruler of the Feast. 
 
 manahem, aside. 
 
 O thou, brought up among the Essenians, 
 Nurtured in abstinence, taste not the wine ! 
 It is the poison of dragons from the vineyards 
 Of Sodom, and the taste of death is in it ! 
 
 ARCHITRICLIXUS to the BRIDEGROOM. 
 
 All men set forth good wine at the beginning ; 
 
 And when men have well drunk, that which is worse. 
 
 But thou hast kept the good wine until now. 
 
The Marriage in tana. 35 
 
 manahem, aside. 
 
 The things that have been and shall be no more, 
 The things that are, and that hereafter shall be, 
 The things that might have been, and yet were not, 
 The fading twilight of great joys departed, 
 The daybreak of great truths as yet unrisen, 
 The intuition and the expectation 
 Of something, which when come, is not the same, 
 But only like its forecast in men's dreams, 
 The longing, the delay, and the delight, 
 Sweeter for the delay ; youth, hope, love, death, 
 And disappointment which is also death, 
 All these make up the sum of human life ; 
 A dream within a dream, a wind at night 
 Howling across the desert in despair, 
 Seeking for something lost, it cannot find. 
 Fate or foreseeing, or whatever name 
 Men call it, matters not ; what is to be 
 Hath been fore-written in the thought divine 
 From the beginning. None can hide from it, 
 But it will find him out ; nor run from it, 
 But it o'ertaketh him ! The Lord hath said it. 
 
 d 2 
 
36 The Divine Tragedy. 
 
 the bridegroom to the bride, on the balcony. 
 
 When Abraham went with Sarah into Egypt, 
 The land was all illumined with her beauty ; 
 But thou dost make the very night itself 
 Brighter than day ! Behold, in glad procession, 
 Crowding the threshold of the sky above us, 
 The stars come forth to meet thee with their lamps ; 
 And the soft winds, the ambassadors of flowers, 
 From neighboring gardens and from fields unseen, 
 Come laden with odors unto thee, my Queen ! 
 
 THE MUSICIANS. 
 
 Awake, O north- wind, 
 
 And come, thou wind of the South, 
 
 Blow, blow upon my garden, 
 
 That the spices thereof may flow out. 
 
IV. 
 IN THE CORNFIELDS. 
 
IV. 
 IN THE CORNFIELDS. 
 
 PHILIP. 
 
 Onward through leagues of sun-illumined corn, 
 
 As if through parted seas, the pathway runs, 
 
 And crowned with sunshine as the Prince of Peace 
 
 Walks the beloved Master, leading us, 
 
 As Moses led our fathers in old times 
 
 Out of the land of bondage ! We have found 
 
 Him of whom Moses and the Prophets wrote, 
 
 Jesus of Nazareth, the Son of Joseph. 
 
 NATHANAEL. 
 
 Can any good come out of Nazareth ? 
 Can this be the Messiah ? 
 
 PHILIP. 
 
 Come and see. 
 
40 The Divine Tragedy. 
 
 NATHANAEL. 
 
 The summer sun grows hot ; I am anhungered. 
 
 How cheerily the Sabbath-breaking quail 
 
 Pipes in the corn, and bids us to his Feast 
 
 Of Wheat Sheaves ! How the bearded, ripening 
 
 ears 
 Toss in the roofless temple of the air ; 
 As if the unseen hand of some High-Priest 
 Waved them before Mount Tabor as an altar ! 
 It were no harm, if we should pluck and eat. 
 
 PHILIP. 
 
 How wonderful it is to walk abroad 
 W T ith the Good Master ! Since the miracle 
 He wrought at Cana, at the marriage feast, 
 His fame hath gone abroad through all the land, 
 And when we come to Nazareth, thou shalt see 
 How his own people will receive their Prophet, 
 And hail him as Messiah ! See, he turns 
 And looks at thee. 
 
 CHRISTUS. 
 
 Behold an Israelite 
 In whom there is no guile. 
 
In the Cornfields. 41 
 
 NATHANAEL. 
 
 Whence knowest thou me ? 
 
 CHRISTUS. 
 
 Before that Philip called thee, when thou wast 
 Under the fig-tree, I beheld thee. 
 
 NATHANAEL. 
 
 Rabbi ! 
 Thou art the Son of God, thou art the King 
 Of Israel ! 
 
 CHRISTUS. 
 
 Because I said I saw thee 
 Under the fig-tree, before Philip called thee, 
 Believest thou ? Thou shalt see greater things. 
 Hereafter thou shalt see the heavens unclosed 
 And angels of God ascending and descending 
 Upon the Son of Man ! 
 
 Pharisees passing. 
 
 Hail, Rabbi ! 
 
 CHRISTUS. 
 
 Hail! 
 
42 The Divine Tragedy. 
 
 PHARISEES. 
 
 Behold how thy disciples do a thing 
 Which is not lawful on the Sabbath-day, 
 And thou forbiddest them not ! 
 
 CHRISTUS. 
 
 Have ye not read 
 What David did when he anhungered was, 
 And all they that were with him ? How he entered 
 Into the house of God, and ate the shewbread, 
 Which was not lawful saving for the priests ? 
 Have ye not read, how on the Sabbath-days 
 The priests profane the Sabbath in the Temple, 
 And yet are blameless ? But I say to you, 
 One in this place is greater than the Temple ! 
 And had ye known the meaning of the words, 
 I will have mercy and not sacrifice, 
 The guiltless ye would not condemn. The Sabbath 
 Was made for man, and not man for the Sabbath. 
 Passes on with the disciples. 
 
 PHARISEES. 
 
 This is, alas ! some poor demoniac 
 Wandering about the fields, and uttering 
 His unintelligible blasphemies 
 
In the Cornfields. 43 
 
 Among the common people, who receive 
 
 As prophecies the words they comprehend not ! 
 
 Deluded folk ! The incomprehensible 
 
 Alone excites their wonder. There is none 
 
 So visionary, or so void of sense, 
 
 But he will find a crowd to follow him ! 
 
V. 
 
 NAZARETH. 
 
V. 
 
 NAZARETH. 
 
 christus, reading in the Synagogue. 
 
 The Spirit of the Lord God is upon me. 
 He hath anointed me to preach good tidings 
 Unto the poor ; to heal the broken-hearted ; 
 To comfort those that mourn, and to throw open 
 The prison doors of captives, and proclaim 
 The Year Acceptable of the Lord, our God ! 
 He closes the book and sits down. 
 
 A PHARISEE. 
 
 Who is this youth ? He hath taken J:he Teacher's 
 
 seat ! 
 Will he instruct the Elders ? 
 
 A PRIEST. 
 
 Fifty years 
 Have I been Priest here in the Synagogue, 
 
48 The Divine Tragedy, 
 
 And never have I seen so young a man 
 Sit in the Teacher's seat ! 
 
 CHRISTUS. 
 
 Behold, to-day 
 This Scripture is fulfilled. One is appointed 
 And hath been sent to them that mourn in Zion, 
 To give them beauty for ashes, and the oil 
 Of joy for mourning ! They shall build again 
 The old waste-places ; and again raise up 
 The former desolations, and repair 
 The cities that are wasted ! As a bridegroom 
 Decketh himself with ornaments ; as a bride 
 Adorneth herself with jewels, so the Lord 
 Hath clothed me with the robe of righteousness ! 
 
 A PRIEST. 
 
 He speaks the Prophet's words ; but with an air 
 As if himself had been foreshadowed in them ! 
 
 CHRISTUS. 
 
 For Zion's sake I will not hold my peace, 
 And for Jerusalem's sake I will not rest 
 Until its righteousness be as a brightness, 
 
Nazareth. 49 
 
 And its salvation as a lamp that burnetii ! 
 
 Thou shalt be called no longer, the Forsaken, 
 
 Nor any more thy land, the Desolate. 
 
 The Lord hath sworn, by his right hand hath sworn, 
 
 And by his arm of strength : I will no more 
 
 Give to thine enemies thy corn as meat ; 
 
 The sons of strangers shall not drink thy wine. 
 
 Go through, go through the gates ! Prepare a way 
 
 Unto the people ! Gather out the stones ! 
 
 Lift up a standard for the people ! 
 
 A PRIEST. 
 
 Ah ! 
 
 These are seditious words ! 
 
 christus. 
 
 And they shall call them 
 The holy people ; the redeemed of God ! 
 And thou, Jerusalem, shalt be called Sought out, 
 A city not forsaken ! 
 
 A PHARISEE. 
 
 Is not this 
 The carpenter Joseph's son ? Is not his mother 
 
SO The Divine Tragedy, 
 
 Called Mary ? and his brethren and his sisters 
 Are they not with us ? Doth he make himself 
 To be a Prophet ? 
 
 CHRISTUS. 
 
 No man is a Prophet 
 In his own country, and among his kin. 
 In his own house no Prophet is accepted. 
 I say to you, in the land of Israel 
 Were many widows in Elijah's day, 
 When for three years and more the heavens were 
 
 shut, 
 And a great famine was throughout the land ; 
 But unto no one was Elijah sent 
 Save to Sarepta, to a city of Sidon, 
 And to a woman there that was a widow. 
 And many lepers were there in the land 
 Of Israel, in the time of Eliseus 
 The Prophet, and yet none of them was cleansed, 
 Save Naaman the Syrian ! 
 
 A PRIEST. 
 
 Say no more ! 
 Thou comest here into our Synagogue 
 
Nazareth. 5 1 
 
 And speakest to the Elders and the Priests, 
 
 As if the very mantle of Elijah 
 
 Had fallen upon thee ! Art thou not ashamed ? 
 
 A PHARISEE. 
 
 We want no Prophets here ! Let him be driven 
 From Synagogue and city ! Let him go 
 And prophesy to the Samaritans ! 
 
 AN ELDER. 
 
 The world is changed. We Elders are as nothing ! 
 We are but yesterdays, that have no part 
 Or portion in to-day ! Dry leaves that rustle, 
 That make a little sound, and then are dust ! 
 
 A PHARISEE. 
 
 A carpenter's apprentice ! a mechanic, 
 Whom we have seen at work here in the town 
 Day after day ; a stripling without learning, 
 Shall he pretend to unfold the Word of God 
 To men grown old in study of the Law ? 
 christus is thrust out. 
 
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VI. 
 
 THE SEA OF GALILEE. 
 
VI. 
 
 THE SEA OF GALILEE. 
 
 peter and Andrew meudi?ig their nets. 
 
 PETER. 
 
 Never was such a marvellous draught of fishes 
 Heard of in Galilee ! The market-places 
 Both of Bethsaida and Capernaum 
 Are full of them ! Yet we had toiled all night 
 And taken nothing, when the Master said : 
 Launch out into the deep, and cast your nets ; 
 And doing this, we caught such multitudes 
 Our nets like spiders' webs were snapped asunder, 
 And with the draught we filled two ships so full 
 That they began to sink. Then I knelt down 
 Amazed, and said : O Lord, depart from me, 
 I am a sinful man. And he made answer : 
 Simon, fear not ; henceforth thou shalt catch men ! 
 What was the meaning of those words ? 
 
56 The Divine Tragedy. 
 
 ANDREW. 
 
 I know not. 
 But here is Philip, come from Nazareth. 
 He hath been with the Master. Tell us, Philip, 
 What tidings dost thou bring ? 
 
 PHILIP. 
 
 Most wonderful ! 
 As we drew near to Nain, out of the gate 
 Upon a bier was carried the dead body 
 Of a young man, his mother's only son, 
 And she a widow, who with lamentation 
 Bewailed her loss, and the much people with her ; 
 And when the Master saw her he was filled 
 With pity • and he said to her : Weep not ! 
 And came and touched the bier, and they that bare it 
 Stood still j and then he said : Young man, arise ! 
 And he that had been dead sat up, and soon 
 Began to speak • and he delivered him 
 Unto his mother. And there came a fear 
 On all the people, and they glorified 
 The Lord, and said, rejoicing : A great Prophet 
 Is risen up among us ! and the Lord 
 Hath visited his people ! 
 
The Sea of Galilee, 57 
 
 PETER. 
 
 A great Prophet ? 
 Ay, greater than a Prophet : greater even 
 Than John the Baptist ! 
 
 PHILIP. 
 
 Yet the Nazarenes 
 Rejected him. 
 
 PETER. 
 
 The Nazarenes are dogs ! 
 As natural brute beasts, they growl at things 
 They do not understand ; and they shall perish, 
 Utterly perish in their own corruption. 
 The Nazarenes are dogs ! 
 
 PHILIP. 
 
 They drave him forth 
 Out of their Synagogue, out of their city, 
 And would have cast him down a precipice, 
 But, passing through the midst of them, he vanished 
 Out of their hands. 
 
The Divine Tragedy. 
 
 PETER. 
 
 Wells are they without water, 
 Clouds carried with a tempest, unto whom 
 The mist of darkness is reserved for ever ! 
 
 PHILIP. 
 
 Behold he cometh. There is one man with him 
 I am amazed to see ! 
 
 ANDREW. 
 
 What man is that? 
 
 PHILIP. 
 
 Judas Iscariot ; he that cometh last, 
 
 Girt with a leathern apron. No one knoweth 
 
 His history ; but the rumour of him is 
 
 He had an unclean spirit in his youth. 
 
 It hath not left him yet. 
 
 christus, passing. 
 
 Come unto me, 
 All ye that labor and are heavy laden, 
 And I will give you rest ! Come unto me, 
 And take my yoke upon you and learn of me, 
 
The Sea of Galilee. 59 
 
 For I am meek, and I am lowly in heart, 
 And ye shall all find rest unto your souls ! 
 
 PHILIP. 
 
 O, there is something in that voice that reaches 
 
 The innermost recesses of my spirit ! 
 
 I feel that it might say unto the blind : 
 
 Receive your sight ! and straightway they would see I 
 
 I feel that it might say unto the dead, 
 
 Arise ! and they would hear it and obey ! 
 
 Behold he beckons to us ! 
 
 CHRISTUS, to PETER and ANDREW. 
 
 Follow me ! 
 
 PETER. 
 
 Master, I will leave all and follow thee. 
 
VII. 
 THE DEMONIAC OF GADARA. 
 
VII. 
 
 THE DEMONIAC OF GADARA. 
 
 A GADARENE. 
 
 He hath escaped, hath plucked his chains asunder, 
 And broken his fetters ; always night and day 
 Is in the mountains here, and in the tombs, 
 Crying aloud, and cutting himself with stones, 
 Exceeding fierce, so that no man can tame him ! 
 
 the demoniac from above, unseen. 
 O Aschmedai ! O Aschmedai, have pity ! 
 
 A GADARENE. 
 
 Listen ! It is his voice ! Go warn the people 
 Just landing from the lake ! 
 
 THE DEMONIAC. 
 
 O Aschmedai ! 
 Thou angel of the bottomless pit, have pity ! 
 
64 The Divine Tragedy. 
 
 It was enough to hurl King Solomon, 
 On whom be peace ! two hundred leagues away 
 Into the country, and to make him scullion 
 In the kitchen of the King of Maschkemen ! 
 Why dost thou hurl me here among these rocks, 
 And cut me with these stones ? 
 
 A GADARENE. 
 
 He raves and mutters 
 He knows not what. 
 
 the demoniac, appeari?ig fro7n a tomb among the rocks. 
 
 The wild cock Tarnegal 
 Singeth to me, and bids me to the banquet, 
 Where all the Jews shall come ; for they have slain 
 Behemoth the great ox, who daily cropped 
 A thousand hills for food, and at a draught 
 Drank up the river Jordan, and have slain 
 The huge Leviathan, and stretched his skin 
 Upon the high walls of Jerusalem, 
 And made them shine from one end of the world 
 Unto the other ; and the fowl Barjuchne, 
 Whose outspread wings eclipse the sun, and make 
 Midnight at noon o'er all the continents ! 
 
The Demoniac of Gadara. 65 
 
 And we shall drink the wine of Paradise 
 From Adam's cellars. 
 
 A GADARENE. 
 
 O, thou unclean spirit ! 
 
 the demoniac, hurling down a stone. 
 
 This is the wonderful Barjuchne's egg, 
 That fell out of her nest, and broke to pieces, 
 And swept away three hundred cedar-trees, 
 And threescore villages ! — Rabbi Eliezer, 
 How thou didst sin there in that seaport town, 
 When thou hadst carried safe thy chest of silver 
 Over the seven rivers for her sake ! 
 I too have sinned beyond the reach of pardon. 
 Ye hills and mountains, pray for mercy on me ! 
 Ye stars and planets, pray for mercy on me ! 
 Ye sun and moon, O pray for mercy on me ! 
 christus and his disciples pass. 
 
 A GADARENE. 
 
 There is a man here of Decapolis, 
 
 Who hath an unclean spirit ; so that none 
 
 Can pass this way. He lives among the tombs 
 
66 The Divine Tragedy. 
 
 Up there upon the cliffs, and hurls down stones 
 On those who pass beneath. 
 
 CHRISTUS. 
 
 Come out of him, 
 Thou unclean spirit ! 
 
 THE DEMONIAC. 
 
 What have I to do 
 With thee, thou Son of God ? Do not torment us. 
 
 CHRISTUS. 
 
 What is thy name ? 
 
 DEMONIAC. 
 
 Legion ; for we are many. 
 Cain, the first murderer \ and the King Belshazzar, 
 And Evil Merodach of Babylon, 
 And Admatha, the death-cloud, prince of Persia ; 
 And Aschmedai, the angel of the pit, 
 And many other devils. We are Legion. 
 Send us not forth beyond Decapolis ; 
 Command us not to go into the deep ! 
 
The Demoniac of Gadara. 67 
 
 There is a herd of swine here in the pastures, 
 Let us go into them. 
 
 CHRISTUS. 
 
 Come out of him, 
 Thou unclean spirit ! 
 
 A GADARENE. 
 
 See, how stupefied, 
 How motionless he stands ! He cries no more ; 
 He seems bewildered and in silence stares 
 As one who, walking in his sleep, awakes 
 And knows not where he is, and looks about him, 
 And at his nakedness, and is ashamed. 
 
 THE DEMONIAC. 
 
 Why am I here alone among the tombs ? 
 What have they done to me, that I am naked ? 
 Ah, woe is me ! 
 
 CHRISTUS. 
 
 Go home unto thy friends 
 And tell them how great things the Lord hath done 
 For thee, and how he had compassion on thee ! 
 
68 The Divine Tragedy. 
 
 a swineherd, running. 
 
 The herds ! the herds ! O most unlucky day ! 
 They were all feeding quiet in the sun, 
 When suddenly they started, and grew savage 
 As the wild boars of Tabor, and together 
 Rushed down a precipice into the sea ! 
 They are all drowned ! 
 
 PETER. 
 
 Thus righteously are punished 
 The apostate Jews, that eat the flesh of swine, 
 And broth of such abominable things ! 
 
 GREEKS OF GADARA. 
 
 We sacrifice a sow unto Demeter 
 
 At the beginning of harvest, and another 
 
 To Dionysus at the vintage time. 
 
 Therefore we prize our herds of swine, and count 
 
 them 
 Not as unclean, but as things consecrate 
 To the immortal gods. O great magician, 
 Depart out of our coasts \ let us alone, 
 We are afraid of thee ! 
 
The Demoniac of Gadara. 
 
 PETER. 
 
 Let us depart ; 
 For they that sanctify and purify 
 Themselves in gardens, eating flesh of swine, 
 And the abomination, and the mouse, 
 Shall be consumed together, saith the Lord ! 
 
VIII. 
 TALITHA CUMI. 
 
VIII. 
 
 TALITHA CUMI. 
 
 jairus at the feet of christus. 
 
 Master ! I entreat thee ! I implore thee ! 
 My daughter lieth at the point of death ; 
 
 1 pray thee come and lay thy hands upon her, 
 And she shall live ! 
 
 CHRISTUS. 
 
 Who was it touched my garments ? 
 
 SIMON PETER. 
 
 Thou seest the multitude that throng and press thee, 
 And sayest thou : Who touched me ? 'T was not I. 
 
 CHRISTUS. 
 
 Some one hath touched my garments; I perceive 
 That virtue is gone out of me. 
 
74 The Divine Tragedy. 
 
 A WOMAN. 
 
 O Master ! 
 Forgive me ! For I said within myself, 
 If I so much as touch his garment's hem, 
 I shall be whole. 
 
 CHRISTUS. 
 
 Be of good comfort, daughter ! 
 Thy faith hath made thee whole. Depart in peace. 
 
 a messenger from the house. 
 
 Why troublest thou the Master ? Hearest thou not 
 The flute-players, and the voices of the women 
 Singing their lamentation ? She is dead ! 
 
 THE MINSTRELS AND MOURNERS. 
 
 We have girded ourselves with sackcloth ! 
 We have covered our heads with ashes ! 
 For our young men die, and our maidens 
 Swoon in the streets of the city ; 
 And into their mother's bosom 
 They pour out their souls like water ! 
 
 christus, going in. 
 Give place. Why make ye this ado, and weep ? 
 She is not dead, but sleepeth. 
 
 
Talitha Cumi. 75 
 
 the mother, from within. 
 
 Cruel Death ! 
 To take away from me this tender blossom ! 
 To take away my dove, my lamb, my darling ! 
 
 THE MINSTRELS AND MOURNERS. 
 
 He hath led me and brought into darkness, 
 
 Like the dead of old in dark places ! 
 
 He hath bent his bow, and hath set me 
 
 Apart as a mark for his arrow ! 
 
 He hath covered himself with a cloud, 
 
 That our prayer should not pass through and reach him ! 
 
 THE CROWD. 
 
 He stands beside her bed ! He takes her hand ! 
 Listen, he speaks to her ! 
 
 christus, within. 
 
 Maiden, arise ! 
 
 THE CROWD. 
 
 See, she obeys his voice ! She stirs ! She lives ! 
 Her mother holds her folded in her arms ! 
 O miracle of miracles ! O marvel ! 
 
IX. 
 THE TOWER OF MAGDALA. 
 
IX. 
 THE TOWER OF MAGDALA. 
 
 MARY MAGDALENE. 
 
 Companionless, unsatisfied, forlorn, 
 I sit here in this lonely tower, and look 
 Upon the lake below me, and the hills 
 That swoon with heat, and see as in a vision 
 All my past life unroll itself before me. 
 The princes and the merchants come to me, 
 Merchants of Tyre and Princes of Damascus, 
 And pasSj and disappear, and are no more ; 
 But leave behind their merchandise and jewels, 
 Their perfumes, and their gold, and their disgust 
 I loathe them, and the very memory of them 
 Is unto me, as thought of food to one 
 Cloyed with the luscious figs of Dalmanutha ! 
 What if hereafter, in the long hereafter 
 Of endless joy or pain, or joy in pain, 
 It were my punishment to be with them 
 
8o The Divine Tragedy. 
 
 Grown hideous and decrepit in their sins, 
 
 And hear them say : Thou that hast brought us here, 
 
 Be unto us as thou hast been of old ! 
 
 I look upon this raiment that I wear, 
 
 These silks, and these embroideries, and they seem 
 
 Only as cerements wrapped about my limbs ! 
 
 I look upon these rings thick set with pearls, 
 
 And emerald and amethyst and jasper, 
 
 And they are burning coals upon my flesh ! 
 
 This serpent on my wrist becomes alive ! 
 
 Away, thou viper ! and away, ye garlands, 
 
 Whose odors bring the swift remembrance back 
 
 Of the unhallowed revels in these chambers ! 
 
 But yesterday, — and yet it seems to me 
 
 Something remote, like a pathetic song 
 
 Sung long ago by minstrels in the street, — 
 
 But yesterday, as from this tower I gazed, 
 
 Over the olive and the walnut trees 
 
 Upon the lake and the white ships, and wondered 
 
 Whither and whence they steered, and who was in 
 
 them, 
 A fisher's boat drew near the landing-place 
 Under the oleanders, and the people 
 
The Tower of Magdala. 8 
 
 Game up from it, and passed beneath the tower, 
 Close under me. In front of them, as leader, 
 Walked one of royal aspect, clothed in white, 
 Who lifted up his eyes, and looked at me, 
 And all at once the air seemed filled and living 
 With a mysterious power, that streamed from him, 
 And overflowed me with an atmosphere 
 Of light and love. As one entranced I stood, 
 And when I woke again, lo ! he was gone ; 
 So that I said : Perhaps it is a dream. 
 But from that very hour the seven demons 
 That had their habitation in this body 
 Which men call beautiful, departed from me ! 
 
 This morning, when the first gleam of the dawn 
 
 Made Lebanon a glory in the air, 
 
 And all below was darkness, I beheld 
 
 An angel, or a spirit glorified, 
 
 With wind-tossed garments walking on the lake. 
 
 The face I could not see, but I distinguished 
 
 The attitude and gesture, and I knew 
 
 'Twas he that healed me. And the gusty wind 
 
 Brought to mine ears a voice, which seemed to say : 
 
 Be of good cheer ! 'T is I ! Be not afraid ! 
 
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8 1 The Divine Tragedy. 
 
 And from the darkness, scarcely heard, the answer : 
 
 If it be thou, bid me come unto thee 
 
 Upon the water ! And the voice said : Come ! 
 
 And then I heard a cry of fear : Lord, save me ! 
 
 As of a drowning man. And then the voice : 
 
 Why didst thou doubt, O thou of little faith ! 
 
 At this all vanished, and the wind was hushed, 
 
 And the great sun came up above the hills, 
 
 And the swift-flying vapors hid themselves 
 
 In caverns among the rocks ! O I must find him 
 
 And follow him, and be with him forever ! 
 
 Thou box of alabaster, in whose walls 
 
 The souls of flowers lie pent, the precious balm 
 
 And spikenard of Arabian farms, the spirits 
 
 Of aromatic herbs, ethereal natures 
 
 Nursed by the sun and dew, not all unworthy 
 
 To bathe his consecrated feet, whose step 
 
 Makes every threshold holy that he crosses ; 
 
 Let us go forth upon our pilgrimage, 
 
 Thou and I only ! Let us search for him 
 
 Until we find him, and pour out our souls 
 
 Before his feet, till all that's left of us 
 
 Shall be the broken caskets, that once held us ! 
 
X. 
 
 THE HOUSE OF SIMON THE 
 PHARISEE. 
 
X. 
 
 THE HOUSE OF SIMON THE PHARISEE. 
 
 a guest at table. 
 
 Are ye deceived ? Have any of the Rulers 
 Believed on him ? or do they know indeed 
 This man to be the very Christ ? Howbeit 
 We know whence this man is, but when the Christ 
 Shall come, none knoweth whence he is. 
 
 CHRISTUS. 
 
 Whereunto shall I liken, then, the men 
 
 Of this generation ? and what are they like ? 
 
 They are like children sitting in the markets, 
 
 And calling unto one another, saying : 
 
 We have piped unto you, and ye have not danced \ 
 
 We have mourned unto you, and ye have not wept ! 
 
 This say I unto you, for John the Baptist 
 
 Came neither eating bread, nor drinking wine ; 
 
86 The Divine Tragedy. 
 
 Ye say he hath a devil. The Son of Man 
 Eating and drinking cometh, and ye say : 
 Behold a gluttonous man, and a wine-bibber ; 
 Behold a friend of publicans and sinners ! 
 
 a guest, aside to simon. 
 
 Who is that woman yonder, gliding in 
 So silently behind him ? 
 
 SIMON. 
 
 It is Mary, 
 Who dwelleth in the Tower of Magdala. 
 
 THE GUEST. 
 
 See, how she kneels there weeping, and her tears 
 
 Fall on his feet; and her long, golden hair 
 
 Waves to and fro and wipes them dry again. 
 
 And now she kisses them, and from a box 
 
 Of alabaster is anointing them 
 
 With precious ointment, filling all the house 
 
 With its sweet odor ! 
 
 simon, aside. 
 
 O, this man, forsooth, 
 Were he indeed a Prophet, would have known 
 
The House of Simon the Pharisee. 87 
 
 Who and what manner of woman this may be 
 That toucheth him ! would know she is a sinner ! 
 
 CHRISTUS. 
 
 Simon, somewhat have I to say to thee. 
 
 SIMON. 
 
 Master, say on. 
 
 CHRISTUS. 
 
 A certain creditor 
 Had once two debtors ; and the one of them 
 Owed him five hundred pence ; the other, fifty. 
 They having naught to pay withal, he frankly 
 Forgave them both. Now tell me which of them 
 Will love him most ? 
 
 SIMON. 
 
 He, I suppose, to whom 
 He most forgave. 
 
 CHRISTUS. 
 
 Yea, thou hast rightly judged. 
 Seest thou this woman? When thine house I 
 entered, 
 
88 The Divine Tragedy. 
 
 Thou gavest me no water for my feet, 
 
 But she hath washed them with her tears, and wiped 
 
 them 
 With her own hair ! Thou gavest me no kiss ; 
 This woman hath not ceased, since I came in, 
 To kiss my feet ! My head with oil didst thou 
 Anoint not ; but this woman hath anointed 
 My feet with ointment. Hence I say to thee, 
 Her sins, which have been many, are forgiven, 
 For she loved much. 
 
 THE GUESTS. 
 
 O, who, then, is this man 
 That pardoneth also sins without atonement ? 
 
 CHRISTUS. 
 
 Woman, thy faith hath saved thee ! Go in peace ! 
 
THE DIVINE TRAGEDY. 
 
 THE SECOND PASSOVER. 
 
 I. 
 
 BEFORE THE GATES OF MACH.ERUS. 
 
LofC. 
 
I. 
 
 BEFORE THE GATES OF MACH^ERUS. 
 
 MANAHEM. 
 
 Welcome, O wilderness, and welcome, night 
 
 And solitude, and ye swift-flying stars 
 
 That drift with golden sands the barren heavens, 
 
 Welcome once more ! The Angels of the Wind 
 
 Hasten across the desert to receive me ; 
 
 And sweeter than men's voices are to me 
 
 The voices of these solitudes ; the sound 
 
 Of unseen rivulets, and the far-off cry 
 
 Of bitterns in the reeds of water-pools. 
 
 And lo ! above me, like the Prophet's arrow 
 
 Shot from the eastern window, high in air 
 
 The clamorous cranes go singing through the night. 
 
 ye mysterious pilgrims of the air, 
 Would I had wings that I might follow you ! 
 
 1 look forth from these mountains, and behold 
 
92 The Divine Tragedy. 
 
 The omnipotent and omnipresent night, 
 
 Mysterious as the future and the fate 
 
 That hangs o'er all men's lives ! I see beneath me 
 
 The desert stretching to the Dead Sea shore, 
 
 And westward, faint and far away, the glimmer 
 
 Of torches on Mount Olivet, announcing 
 
 The rising of the Moon of Passover. 
 
 Like a great cross it seems, on which suspended, 
 
 With head bowed down in agony I see 
 
 A human figure ! Hide, O merciful heaven, 
 
 The awful apparition from my sight ! 
 
 And thou, Machaerus, lifting high and black 
 Thy dreadful walls against the rising moon, 
 Haunted by demons and by apparitions, 
 Lilith. and Jezerhara, and Bedargon, 
 How grim thou showest in the uncertain light, 
 A palace and a prison, where King Herod 
 Feasts with Herodias, while the Baptist John 
 Fasts, and consumes his unavailing life ! 
 And in thy courtyard grows the untithed rue, 
 Huge as the olives of Gethsemane, 
 And ancient as the terebinth of Hebron, 
 Coeval with the world. Would that its leaves 
 
Before the Gates of Maehcerus. < 
 
 Medicinal could purge thee of the demons 
 That now possess thee, and the cunning fox 
 That burrows in thy walls, contriving mischief ! 
 
 Music is heard from within. 
 
 Angels of God ! Sandalphon, thou that weavest 
 
 The prayers of men into immortal garlands, 
 
 And thou, Metatron, who dost gather up 
 
 Their songs, and bear them to the gates of heaven, 
 
 Now gather up together in your hands 
 
 The prayers that fill this prison, and the songs 
 
 That echo from the ceiling of this palace, 
 
 And lay them side by side before God's feet ! 
 
 He enters the castle. 
 
II. 
 
 HEROD'S BANQUET-HALL. 
 
II. 
 
 HEROD'S BANQUET-HALL. 
 
 MAN AHEM. 
 
 Thou hast sent for me, O king, and I am here. 
 
 HEROD. 
 
 Who art thou ? 
 
 MAN AHEM. 
 
 Manahem, the Essenian. 
 
 HEROD. 
 
 I recognise thy features, but what mean 
 These torn and faded garments ? On thy road 
 Have demons crowded thee, and rubbed against thee, 
 And given thee weary knees? A cup of wine ! 
 
 MANAHEM. 
 
 The Essenians drink no wine. 
 
9§ The Divine Tragedy. 
 
 HEROD. 
 
 What wilt thou, then ? 
 
 MANAHEM. 
 
 Nothing. 
 
 HEROD. 
 
 Not even a cup of water ? 
 
 MANAHEM. 
 
 Nothing. 
 Why hast thou sent for me ? 
 
 HEROD. 
 
 Dost thou remember 
 One day when I, a schoolboy in the streets 
 Of the great city, met thee on my way 
 To school, and thou didst say to me : Hereafter 
 Thou shalt be King ? 
 
 MANAHEM. 
 
 Yea, I remember it. 
 
 HEROD. 
 
 Thinking thou didst not know me, I replied : 
 
Herod's Banquet-Hall. 99 
 
 I am of humble birth ; whereat, thou, smiling, 
 Didst smite me with thy hand, and saidst again : 
 Thou shalt be King ; and let the friendly blows 
 That Man ahem hath given thee on this day 
 Remind thee of the fickleness of fortune. 
 
 MANAHEM. 
 
 What more ? 
 
 HEROD. 
 
 No more. 
 
 MANAHEM. 
 
 Yea, for I said to thee : 
 It shall be well with thee if thou love justice 
 And clemency towards thy fellow-men. 
 Hast thou done this, O King? 
 
 HEROD. 
 
 Go, ask my people, 
 
 MANAHEM. 
 
 And then, foreseeing all thy life, I added : 
 But these thou wilt forget ; and at the end 
 Of life the Lord will punish thee. 
 
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IOO The Divine Tragedy. 
 
 HEROD. 
 
 The end ! 
 When will that come ? For this I sent to thee. 
 How long shall I still reign ? Thou dost not answer ! 
 Speak ! shall I reign ten years ? 
 
 MANAHEM. 
 
 Thou shalt reign twenty, 
 Nay, thirty years. I cannot name the end. 
 
 HEROD. 
 
 Thirty ? I thank thee, good Essenian ! 
 This is my birthday, and a happier one 
 Was never mine. We hold a banquet here. 
 See, yonder are Herodias and her daughter. 
 
 manahem, aside. 
 'T is said that devils sometimes take the shape 
 Of ministering angels, clothed with air, 
 That they may be inhabitants of earth, 
 And lead man to destruction. Such are these. 
 
 HEROD. 
 
 Knowest thou John the Baptist ? 
 
Herod's Banquet- Hall. 101 
 
 MAX AH EM. 
 
 Yea, 1 know him ; 
 Who knows him not ? 
 
 HEROD. 
 
 Know, then, this John the Baptist 
 Said that it was not lawful I should marry 
 My brother Philip's wife, and John the Baptist 
 Is here in prison. In my father's time 
 Matthias Margaloth was put to death 
 For tearing the golden eagle from its station 
 Above the Temple Gate, — a slighter crime 
 Than John is guilty of. These things are warnings 
 To intermeddlers not to play with eagles, 
 Living or dead. I think the Essenians 
 Are wiser, or more wary, are they not ? 
 
 MANAHEM. 
 
 The Essenians do not marry. 
 
 HEROD. 
 
 Thou hast given 
 My words a meaning foreign to my thought. 
 
 MANAHEM. 
 
 Let me go hence, O King ! 
 
102 The Divine Tragedy. 
 
 HEROB. 
 
 Stay yet awhile, 
 And see the daughter of Herodias dance. 
 Cleopatra of Jerusalem, my mother, 
 In her best days, was not more beautiful. 
 
 Music. THE DAUGHTER OF HERODIAS ddtlCCS. 
 HEROD. 
 
 O what was Miriam dancing with her timbrel, 
 Compared to this one ? 
 
 manahem, aside. 
 
 O thou Angel of Death, 
 Dancing at funerals among the women, 
 When men bear out the dead ! The air is hot 
 And stifles me ! O for a breath of air ! 
 Bid me depart, O King ! 
 
 HEROD. 
 
 Not yet. Come hither, 
 Salome, thou enchantress ! Ask of me 
 Whate'er thou wilt ; and even unto the half 
 Of all my kingdom, I will give it thee, 
 As the Lord liveth ! 
 
 
Herod's Banquet-Hall. 103 
 
 DAUGHTER OF HERODIAS, kneeling. 
 
 Give me here the head 
 Of John the Baptist on this silver charger ! 
 
 HEROD. 
 
 Not that, dear child ! I dare not ; for the people 
 Regard John as a prophet. 
 
 DAUGHTER OF HERODIAS. 
 
 Thou hast sworn it 
 
 HEROD. 
 
 For mine oath's sake, then. Send unto the prison ; 
 Let him die quickly. O accursed oath ! 
 
 MANAHEM. 
 
 Bid me depart, O King ! 
 
 HEROD. 
 
 Good Manahem, 
 Give me thy hand. I love the Essenians. 
 He's gone and hears me not ! The guests are dumb, 
 Awaiting the pale face, the silent witness. 
 The lamps flare ; and the curtains of the doorways 
 Wave to and fro as if a ghost were passing ! 
 Strengthen my heart, red wine of Ascalon ! 
 
III. 
 
 UNDER THE WALLS OF MACH^ERUS. 
 
III. 
 
 UNDER THE WALLS OF MACHLERUS. 
 
 MAN AH EM, rushing Ollt. 
 
 Away from this palace of sin ! 
 The demons, the terrible powers 
 Of the air, that haunt its towers 
 And hide in its water-spouts, 
 Deafen me with the din 
 Of their laughter and their shouts 
 For the crimes that are done within ! 
 
 Sink back into the earth, 
 
 Or vanish into the air, 
 
 Thou castle of despair ! 
 
 Let it all be but a dream 
 
 Of the things of monstrous birth, 
 
 Of the things that only seem ; 
 
 White Angel of the Moon, 
 
 Onafiel ! be my guide 
 
io8 The Divine Tragedy. 
 
 Out of this hateful place 
 Of sin and death, nor hide 
 In yon black cloud too soon 
 Thy pale and tranquil face ! 
 
 A trumpet is blown from the walls. 
 
 Hark ! hark ! It is the breath 
 Of the trump of doom and death, 
 From the battlements overhead 
 Like a burden of sorrow cast 
 On the midnight and the blast, 
 A wailing for the dead, 
 That the gusts drop and uplift ! 
 O Herod, thy vengeance is swift ! 
 O Herodias, thou hast been 
 The demon, the evil thing, 
 That in place of Esther the Queen, 
 In place of the lawful bride, 
 Hast lain at night by the side 
 Of Ahasuerus the king ! 
 
 The trumpet again. 
 
 The Prophet of God is dead ! 
 At a drunken monarch's call, 
 At a dancing-woman's beck, 
 
Under the Walls of Machcerns. 109 
 
 They have severed that stubborn neck, 
 And into the banquet-hall 
 Are bearing the ghastly head ! 
 
 A body is thrown fro?n the tower. 
 
 A torch of lurid red 
 
 Lights the window with its glow ; 
 
 And a white mass as of snow 
 
 Is hurled into the abyss 
 
 Of the black precipice, 
 
 That yawns for it below ! 
 
 O hand of the Most High, 
 
 O hand of Adonai ! 
 
 Bury it, hide it away 
 
 From the birds and beasts of prey, 
 
 And the eyes of the homicide, 
 
 More pitiless than they, 
 
 As thou didst bury of yore 
 
 The body of him that died 
 
 On the mountain of Peor ! 
 
 Even now I behold a sign, 
 
 A threatening of wrath divine, 
 
 A watery, wandering star, 
 
 Through whose streaming hair, and the white 
 
no The Divine Tragedy. 
 
 Unfolding garments of light, 
 
 That trail behind it afar, 
 
 The constellations shine ! 
 
 And the whiteness and brightness appear 
 
 Like the Angel bearing the Seer 
 
 By the hair of his head, in the might 
 
 And rush of his vehement flight. 
 
 And I listen until I hear 
 
 From fathomless depths of the sky 
 
 The voice of his prophecy 
 
 Sounding louder and more near ! 
 
 Malediction ! malediction ! 
 May the lightnings of heaven fall 
 On palace and prison wall, 
 And their desolation be 
 As the day of fear and affliction, 
 As the day of anguish and ire, 
 With the burning and fuel of fire, 
 In the Valley of the Sea ! 
 
IV. 
 NICODEMUS AT NIGHT. 
 
IV. 
 NICODEMUS AT NIGHT. 
 
 NICODEMUS. 
 
 The streets are silent. The dark houses seem 
 
 Like sepulchres, in which the sleepers lie 
 
 Wrapped in their shrouds, and for the moment dead. 
 
 The lamps are all extinguished ; only one 
 
 Burns steadily, and from the door its light 
 
 Lies like a shining gate across the street. 
 
 He waits for me. Ah, should this be at last 
 
 The long-expected Christ ! I see him there 
 
 Sitting alone, deep-buried in his thought , 
 
 As if the weight of all the world were resting 
 
 Upon him, and thus bowed him down. O Rabbi, 
 
 We know thou art a Teacher come from God, 
 
 For no man can perform the miracles 
 
 Thou dost perform, except the Lord be with him. 
 
 Thou art a Prophet, sent here to proclaim 
 
I [4 The Divine Tragedy. 
 
 The Kingdom of the Lord, Behold in me 
 A Ruler of the Jews, who long have waited 
 The coming of that kingdom. Tell me of it, 
 
 CHRISTUS. 
 
 Verily, verily I say unto thee, 
 
 Except a man be born again, he cannot 
 
 Behold the Kingdom of God ! 
 
 NICODEMUS. 
 
 Be born again ? 
 How can a man be born when he is old ? 
 Say, can he enter for a second time 
 Into his mothers womb, and so be bom ? 
 
 CHRISTUS. 
 
 Verily I say unto thee, except 
 A man be born of water and the spirit, 
 He cannot enter into the Kingdom of God. 
 For that which of the flesh is born, is flesh \ 
 And that which of the spirit is born, is spirit. 
 
 NICODEMUS. 
 
 We Israelites from the Primeval Man 
 Adam Ahelion derive our bodies ; 
 
Nicodemus at Night. 115 
 
 Our souls are breathings of the Holy Ghost. 
 No more than this we know, or need to know. 
 
 christus. 
 
 Then marvel not, that I said unto thee 
 Ye must be born again. 
 
 nicodemus. 
 
 The mystery 
 Of birth and death we cannot comprehend. 
 
 CHRISTUS. 
 
 The wind bloweth where it listeth, and we hear 
 The sound thereof, but know not whence it cometh, 
 Nor w r hither it goeth. So is every one 
 Born of the spirit ! 
 
 nicodemus, aside. 
 
 How can these things be ? 
 He seems to speak of some vague realm of shadows, 
 Some unsubstantial kingdom of the air ! 
 It is not this the Jews are waiting for, 
 Nor can this be the Christ, the Son of David, 
 Who shall deliver us ! 
 
1 1 6 The Divine Tragedy. 
 
 CHRISTUS. 
 
 Art thou a master 
 Of Israel, and knowest not these things ? 
 We speak that we do know, and testify 
 That we have seen, and ye will not receive 
 Our witness. If I tell you earthly things, 
 And ye believe not, how shall ye believe, 
 If I should tell you of things heavenly ? 
 And no man hath ascended up to heaven 
 But he alone, that first came down from heaven, 
 Even the Son of Man which is in heaven ! 
 
 nicodemus, aside. 
 This is a dreamer of dreams ; a visionary, 
 Whose brain is overtasked, until he deems 
 The unseen world to be a thing substantial, 
 And this we live in an unreal vision ! 
 And yet his presence fascinates and fills me 
 With wonder, and I feel myself exalted 
 Into a higher region, and become 
 Myself in part a dreamer of his dreams, 
 A seer of his visions ! 
 
 CHRISTUS. 
 
 And as Moses 
 Uplifted the serpent in the wilderness, 
 
Nicodcmns at Night. 1 17 
 
 So must the Son of Man be lifted up; 
 That whosoever shall believe in him 
 Shall perish not, but have eternal life. 
 He that believes in him is not condemned, 
 He that believes not, is condemned already. 
 
 nicodemus, aside. 
 He speaketh like a Prophet of the Lord ! 
 
 CHRISTUS. 
 
 This is the condemnation ; that the light 
 
 Is come into the world, and men loved darkness 
 
 Rather than light, because their deeds are evil ! 
 
 nicodemus, aside. 
 
 Of me he speaketh ! He reproveth me, 
 Because I come by night to question him ! 
 
 CHRISTUS. 
 
 For every one that doeth evil deeds 
 Hateth the light, nor cometh to the light, 
 Lest he should be reproved. 
 
 nicodemus, aside. 
 
 Alas, how truly 
 He readeth what is passing in my heart ! 
 
n8 The Divine Tragedy. 
 
 CHRISTUS. 
 
 But he that doeth truth, comes to the light, 
 So that his deeds may be made manifest, 
 That they are wrought in God. 
 
 NICODEMUS. 
 
 Alas ! alas 
 
V. 
 BLIND BARTIMEUS. 
 
V. 
 BLIND BARTIMEUS. 
 
 BARTIMEUS. 
 
 Be not impatient, Chilion ; it is pleasant 
 To sit here in the shadow of the walls 
 Under the palms, and hear the hum of bees, 
 And rumor of voices passing to and fro, 
 And drowsy bells of caravans on their way 
 To Sidon or Damascus. This is still 
 The City of Palms, and yet the walls thou seest 
 Are not the old walls, not the walls where Rahab 
 Hid the two spies, and let them down by cords 
 Out of the window, when the gates were shut, 
 And it was dark. Those walls were overthrown 
 When Joshua's army shouted, and the priests 
 Blew with their seven trumpets. 
 
122 The Divine Tragedy, 
 
 CHILION. 
 
 When was that ? 
 
 BARTIMEUS. 
 
 O, my sweet rose of Jericho, I know not. 
 
 Hundreds of years ago. And over there 
 
 Beyond the river, the great prophet Elijah 
 
 Was taken by a whirlwind up to heaven 
 
 In chariot of fire, with fiery horses. 
 
 That is the plain of Moab ; and beyond it 
 
 Rise the blue summits of Mount Abarim, 
 
 Nebo and Pisgah and Peor, where Moses 
 
 Died, whom the Lord knew face to face, and whom 
 
 He buried in a valley, and no man 
 
 Knows of his sepulchre unto this day. 
 
 CHILION. 
 
 Would thou couldst see these places, as I see them. 
 
 BARTIMEUS. 
 
 I have not seen a glimmer of the light 
 Since thou wast born. I never saw thy face, 
 And yet I seem to see it \ and one day 
 Perhaps shall see it ; for there is a Prophet 
 In Galilee, the Messiah, the Son of David, 
 
Blind Bartimeus. 123 
 
 Who heals the blind, if I could only find him. 
 I hear the sound of many feet approaching 
 And voices, like the murmur of a crowd ! 
 What seest thou ? 
 
 CHILION. 
 
 A young man clad in white 
 Is coming through the gateway, and a crowd 
 Of people follow. 
 
 BARTIMEUS. 
 
 Can it be the Prophet ? 
 O neighbors, tell me who it is that passes ? 
 
 ONE OF THE CROWD. 
 
 Jesus of Nazareth. 
 
 bartimeus, crying. 
 
 O Son of David ! 
 Have mercy on me ! 
 
 MANY OF THE CROWD. 
 
 Peace, blind Bartimeus ! 
 Do not disturb the Master. 
 
 bartimeus, crying more vehemently. 
 Son of David, 
 Have mercy on me ! 
 
1 24 The Divine Tragedy. 
 
 ONE OF THE CROWD. 
 
 See, the Master stops. 
 Be of good comfort ; rise, he calleth thee ! 
 
 bartimeus, casting away his cloak. 
 Chilion ! good neighbors ! lead me on. 
 
 CHRISTUS. 
 
 What wilt thou 
 That I should do to thee ? 
 
 BARTIMEUS. 
 
 Good Lord ! my sight — 
 That I receive my sight ! 
 
 CHRISTUS. 
 
 Receive thy sight ! 
 Thy faith hath made thee whole ! 
 
 THE CROWD. 
 
 He sees again ! 
 christus passes on. The crowd gathers round 
 
 BARTIMEUS. 
 BARTIMEUS. 
 
 I see again ; but sight bewilders me ! 
 Like a remembered dream, familiar things 
 Come back to me. I see the tender sky 
 
Blind Bartimens. 1 2 5 
 
 Above me, see the trees, the city walls, 
 
 And the old gateway, through whose echoing arch 
 
 I groped so many years ; and you, my neighbors ; 
 
 But know you by your friendly voices only. 
 
 How beautiful the world is ! and how wide ! 
 
 O I am miles away, if I but look ! 
 
 Where art thou, Chilion ? 
 
 CHILION. 
 
 Father, I am here. 
 
 BARTIMEUS. 
 
 O let me gaze upon thy face, dear child ! 
 
 For I have only seen thee with my hands ! 
 
 How beautiful thou art ! I should have known thee ; 
 
 Thou hast her eyes whom we shall see hereafter ! 
 
 O God of Abraham ! Elion ! Adonai ! 
 
 Who art thyself a Father, pardon me 
 
 If for a moment I have thee postponed 
 
 To the affections and the thoughts of earth, 
 
 Thee, and the adoration that I owe thee, 
 
 When by thy power alone these darkened eyes 
 
 Have been unsealed again to see thy light ! 
 
VI. 
 
 JACOB'S WELL. 
 
VI. 
 JACOB'S WELL. 
 
 A SAMARITAN WOMAN. 
 
 The sun is hot ; and the dry east-wind blowing 
 
 Fills all the air with dust. The birds are silent ; 
 
 Even the little fieldfares in the corn 
 
 No longer twitter • only the grasshoppers 
 
 Sing their incessant song of sun and summer. 
 
 I wonder who those strangers were I met 
 
 Going into the city ? Galileans 
 
 They seemed to me in speaking, when they asked 
 
 The short way to the market-place. Perhaps 
 
 They are fishermen from the lake ; or travellers, 
 
 Looking to find the inn. And here is some one 
 
 Sitting beside the well ; another stranger ; 
 
 A Galilean also by his looks. 
 
 What can so many Jews be doing here 
 
 Together in Samaria ? Are they going 
 
 Up to Jerusalem to the Passover ? 
 
130 The Divine Tragedy. 
 
 Our Passover is better here at Sychem, 
 
 For here is Ebal \ here is Gerizim, 
 
 The mountain where our father Abraham 
 
 Went up to offer Isaac \ here the tomb 
 
 Of Joseph, — for they brought his bones from Egypt 
 
 And buried them in this land, and it is holy. 
 
 CHRISTUS. 
 
 Give me to drink. 
 
 SAMARITAN WOMAN. 
 
 How can it be that thou, 
 Being a Jew, askest to drink of me 
 Which am a woman of Samaria % 
 You Jews despise us ; have no dealings with us ; 
 Make us a by-word j call us in derision 
 The silly folk of Sychar. Sir, how is it 
 Thou askest drink of me ? 
 
 CHRISTUS. 
 
 If thou hadst known 
 The gift of God, and who it is that sayeth 
 Give me to drink, thou would st have asked of him ; 
 He would have given thee the living water. 
 
Jacob's Well. 131 
 
 SAMARITAN WOMAN. 
 
 Sir, thou hast naught to draw with, and the well 
 Is deep ! Whence hast thou living water ? 
 Say, art thou greater than our father Jacob, 
 Which gave this well to us, and drank thereof 
 Himself, and all his children and his cattle ? 
 
 CHRISTUS. 
 
 Ah, whosoever drinketh of this water 
 Shall thirst again ; but whosoever drinketh 
 The water I shall give him shall not thirst 
 Forevermore, for it shall be within him 
 A well of living water, springing up 
 Into life everlasting. 
 
 SAMARITAN WOMAN. 
 
 Every day 
 I must go to and fro, in heat and cold, 
 And I am weary. Give me of this water 
 That I may thirst not, nor come here to draw. 
 
 CHRISTUS. 
 
 Go call thy husband, woman, and come hither, 
 
 K 2 
 
132 The Divine Tragedy. 
 
 SAMARITAN WOMAN. 
 
 I have no husband, Sir. 
 
 CHRISTUS. 
 
 Thou hast well said 
 I have no husband. Thou hast had five husbands : 
 And he, whom now thou hast, is not thy husband. 
 
 SAMARITAN WOMAN. 
 
 Surely thou art a Prophet, for thou readest 
 
 The hidden things of life ! Our fathers worshipped 
 
 Upon this mountain Gerizim ; and ye say 
 
 The only place in which men ought to worship 
 
 Is at Jerusalem. 
 
 CHRISTUS. 
 
 Believe me, woman, 
 The hour is coming, when ye neither shall 
 Upon this mount, nor at Jerusalem 
 Worship the Father ; for the hour is coming, 
 And is now come, when the true worshippers 
 Shall worship the Father in spirit and in truth ! 
 The Father seeketh such to worship him. 
 
Jacob's Well 133 
 
 God is a spirit • and they that worship him 
 Must worship him in spirit and in truth. 
 
 SAMARITAN WOMAN. 
 
 Master, I know that the Messiah cometh, 
 
 Which is called Christ ; and he will tell us all things. 
 
 CHRISTUS. 
 
 I that speak unto thee am he ! 
 
 the disciples, returning. 
 
 Behold, 
 The Master sitting by the well, and talking 
 With a Samaritan woman ! With a woman 
 Of Sychar, the silly people, always boasting 
 Of their Mount Ebal, and Mount Gerizim, 
 Their Everlasting Mountain, which they think 
 Higher and holier than our Mount Moriah ! 
 Why, once upon the Feast of the New Moon 
 When our great Sanhedrim of Jerusalem 
 Had all its watch-fires kindled on the hills 
 To warn the distant villages, these people 
 Lighted up others to mislead the Jews, 
 
134 The Divine Tragedy. 
 
 And make a mockery of their festival ! 
 See, she has left the Master ; and is running 
 Back to the city ! 
 
 THE SAMARITAN WOMAN. 
 
 O, come see a man, 
 Who hath told me all things that I ever did ! 
 Say, is not this the Christ ? 
 
 THE DISCIPLES. 
 
 Lo, Master, here 
 Is food, that we have brought thee from the city. 
 We pray thee eat it. 
 
 christus. 
 I have food to eat 
 Ye know not of. 
 
 the disciples, to each other. 
 
 Hath any man been here, 
 And brought him aught to eat, while we were gone ? 
 
 CHRISTUS. 
 
 The food I speak of is to do the will 
 
Jacob's Well. 135 
 
 Of him that sent me, and to finish his work. 
 Do ye not say, Lo ! there are yet four months 
 And cometh harvest % I say unto you, 
 Lift up your eyes, and look upon the fields, 
 For they are white already unto harvest ! 
 
VII. 
 THE COASTS OF C^SAREA PHILIPPI. 
 
VII. 
 THE COASTS OF C^SSAREA PHILIPPI. 
 
 christus, going tip the mountain. 
 Who do the people say I am % 
 
 JOHN. 
 
 Some say 
 That thou art John the Baptist \ some, Elias ; 
 And others, Jeremiah. 
 
 JAMES. 
 
 Or that one 
 Of the old Prophets is arisen again. 
 
 CHRISTUS. 
 
 But who say ye I am ? 
 
 PETER. 
 
 Thou art the Christ ! 
 Thou art the Son of God ! 
 
140 
 
 The Divine Tragedy. 
 
 CHRISTUS. 
 
 Blessed art thou, 
 Simon Barjona ! Flesh and blood hath not 
 Revealed it unto thee, but even my Father, 
 Which is in Heaven. And I say unto thee 
 That thou art Peter ; and upon this rock 
 I build my Church, and all the gates of Hell 
 Shall not prevail against it. But take heed 
 Ye tell to no man that I am the Christ. 
 For I must go up to Jerusalem, 
 And suffer many things, and be rejected 
 Of the Chief Priests, and of the Scribes and Elders, 
 And must be crucified, and the third day 
 Shall rise again ! 
 
 PETER. 
 
 Be it far from thee, Lord ! 
 This shall not be ! 
 
 CHRISTUS. 
 
 Get thee behind me, Satan ! 
 Thou savorest not the things that be of God, 
 But those that be of men ! If any will 
 Come after me, let him deny himself, 
 
The Coasts of Ccesarea Philippi. 141 
 
 And daily take his cross, and follow me. 
 For whosoever will save his life shall lose it, 
 And whosoever will lose his life shall find it. 
 For wherein shall a man be profited 
 If he shall gain the whole world, and shall lose 
 Himself or be a castaway ? 
 
 james, after a long pause. 
 
 Why doth 
 The Master lead us up into this mountain ? 
 
 PETER. 
 
 He goeth up to pray. 
 
 JOHN. 
 
 See, where he standeth 
 Above us on the summit of the hill ! 
 His face shines as the sun ! and all his raiment 
 Exceeding white as snow, so as no fuller 
 On earth can white them ! He is not alone ; 
 There are two with him there j two men of eld, 
 Their white beards blowing on the mountain air, 
 Are talking with him. 
 
 JAMES. 
 
 I am sore afraid ! 
 
142 The Divine Tragedy. 
 
 PETER. 
 
 Who and whence are they ? 
 
 JOHN. 
 
 Moses and Eiias ! 
 
 PETER. 
 
 Master ! it is good for us to be here ! 
 
 If thou wilt, let us make three tabernacles ; 
 For thee one, and for Moses and Elias ! 
 
 JOHN. 
 
 Behold a bright cloud sailing in the sun ! 
 It overshadows us. A golden mist 
 Now hides them from us, and envelops us 
 And all the mountain in a luminous shadow ! 
 
 1 see no more. The nearest rocks are hidden. 
 
 voice from the cloud. 
 Lo this is my beloved Son ! Hear him ! 
 
 PETER. 
 
 It is the voice of God. He speaketh to us, 
 As from the burning bush he spake to Moses ! 
 
The Coasts of Ccesarea PhilippL 143 
 
 JOHN. 
 
 The cloud- wreaths roll away. The veil is lifted ; 
 We see again. Behold ! he is alone. 
 It was a vision that our eyes beheld, 
 And it hath vanished into the unseen. 
 
 christus, coming down from the mountain. 
 I charge ye, tell the vision unto no one, 
 Till the Son of Man be risen from the dead ! 
 
 peter, aside. 
 Again he speaks of it ! What can it mean, 
 This rising from the dead ? 
 
 JAMES. 
 
 Why say the Scribes 
 Elias must first come ? 
 
 CHRISTUS. 
 
 He cometh first, 
 Restoring all things. But I say to you, 
 That this Elias is already come. 
 They knew him not, but have done unto him 
 Whate'er they listed, as is written of him. 
 
144 The Divine Tra^ 
 
 peter, aside. 
 It is of John the Baptist he is speaking. 
 
 JAMES. 
 
 As we descend, see, at the mountain's foot, 
 A crowd of people, coming, going, thronging 
 Round the disciples, that we left behind us, 
 Seeming impatient, that we stay so long. 
 
 PETER. 
 
 It is some blind man, or some paralytic 
 That waits the Master's coming to be healed. 
 
 JAMES. 
 
 I see a boy, who struggles and demeans him 
 As if an unclean spirit tormented him ! 
 
 a certain man, running forward. 
 Lord ! I beseech thee, look upon my son. 
 He is mine only child ; a lunatic, 
 And sorely vexed ; for often-times he falleth 
 Into the fire and oft into the water. 
 Wherever the dumb spirit taketh him 
 
The Coasts of Ccesarea Philippi. 145 
 
 He teareth him. He gnasheth with his teeth, 
 
 And pines away. I spake to thy disciples 
 
 That they should cast him out, and they could not. 
 
 CHRISTUS. 
 
 O faithless generation and perverse ! 
 
 How long shall I be with you, and suffer you ? 
 
 Bring thy son hither. 
 
 BYSTANDERS. 
 
 How the unclean spirit 
 Seizes the boy, and tortures him with pain ! 
 He falleth to the ground and wallows, foaming ! 
 He cannot live. 
 
 CHRISTUS. 
 
 How long is it ago 
 Since this came unto him ? 
 
 THE FATHER. 
 
 Even of a child. 
 O have compassion on us, Lord, and help us, 
 If thou canst help us. 
 
 L 
 
146 The Divine Tragedy. 
 
 CHRISTUS. 
 
 If thou canst believe ! 
 For unto him that verily believeth, 
 All things are possible. 
 
 THE FATHER. 
 
 Lord, I believe ! 
 Help thou mine unbelief ! 
 
 CHRISTUS. 
 
 Dumb and deaf spirit, 
 Come out of him, I charge thee, and no more 
 Enter thou into him ! 
 
 The boy utters a loud cry of pain, and then lies still. 
 
 BYSTANDERS. 
 
 How motionless 
 He lieth there. No life is left in him. 
 His eyes are like a blind man's, that see not. 
 The boy is dead ! 
 
 OTHERS. 
 
 Behold ! the Master stoops, 
 And takes him by the hand, and lifts him up. 
 He is not dead. 
 
The Coasts of Cczsarea Philippi. 147 
 
 DISCIPLES. 
 
 But one word from those lips, 
 But one touch of that hand, and he is healed ! 
 Ah, why could we not do it ? 
 
 THE FATHER. 
 
 My poor child ! 
 Now thou art mine again. The unclean spirit 
 Shall never more torment thee ! Look at me ! 
 Speak unto me ! Say that thou knowest me ! 
 
 disciples to christus, departing. 
 Good Master, tell us, for what reason was it 
 We could not cast him out ? 
 
 CHRISTUS. 
 
 Because of your unbelief! 
 
 L 2 
 
VIII. 
 THE YOUNG RULER. 
 
 
 
VIII 
 
 THE YOUNG RULER. 
 
 CHRISTUS. 
 
 Two men went up into the temple to pray. 
 The one was a self-righteous Pharisee, 
 The other a Publican. And the Pharisee 
 Stood and prayed thus within himself; O God, 
 I thank thee I am not as other men, 
 Extortioners, unjust, adulterers, 
 Or even as this Publican. I fast 
 Twice in the week, and also I give tithes 
 Of all that I possess ! The Publican 
 Standing afar off, would not lift so much 
 Even as his eyes to heaven, but smote his breast, 
 Saying : God be merciful to me a sinner ! 
 I tell you that this man went to his house 
 More justified than the other. Every one 
 That doth exalt himself shall be abased, 
 And he that humbleth himself shall be exalted ! 
 
152 The Divine Tragedy. 
 
 children, among themselves. 
 
 Let us go nearer ! He is telling stories ! 
 Let us go listen to them. 
 
 AN OLD JEW. 
 
 Children, children ! 
 What are ye doing here ? Why do ye crowd us ? 
 It was such little vagabonds as you 
 That followed Elisha, mocking him and crying : 
 Go up, thou bald-head ! But the bears — the bears 
 Came out of the wood, and tare them ! 
 
 A MOTHER. 
 
 Speak not thus ! 
 We brought them here, that he might lay his hands 
 On them, and bless them. 
 
 CHRISTUS. 
 
 Suffer little children 
 To come unto me, and forbid them not ; 
 Of such is the kingdom of heaven; and their angels 
 Look always on my Father's face. 
 
 Takes them in his arms and blesses them. 
 
The Young Ruler. 153 
 
 a young ruler, running. 
 
 Good Master ! 
 What good thing shall I do, that I may have 
 Eternal life ? 
 
 CHRISTUS. 
 
 Why callest thou me good ? 
 There is none good but one, and that is God. 
 If thou wilt enter into life eternal, 
 Keep the commandments. 
 
 YOUNG RULER. 
 
 Which of them % 
 
 CHRISTUS. 
 
 Thou shalt not 
 Commit adultery • thou shalt not kill ; 
 Thou shalt not steal; thou shalt not bear false witness; 
 Honor thy father and thy mother ; and love 
 Thy neighbor as thyself. 
 
 YOUNG RULER. 
 
 From my youth up 
 All these things have I kept. What lack I yet ? 
 
154 The Divine Tragedy, 
 
 JOHN. 
 
 With what divine compassion in his eyes 
 The Master looks upon this eager youth, 
 As if he loved him ! 
 
 CHRISTUS. 
 
 Wouldst thou perfect be, 
 Sell all thou hast, and give it to the poor, 
 And come, take up thy cross, and follow me, 
 And thou shalt have thy treasure in the heavens. 
 
 JOHN. 
 
 Behold, how sorrowful he turns away ! 
 
 CHRISTUS. 
 
 Children ! how hard it is for them that trust 
 In riches to enter into the kingdom of God ! 
 'T is easier for a camel to go through 
 A needle's eye, than for the rich to enter 
 The kingdom of God ! 
 
 JOHN. 
 
 Ah, who then can be saved ? 
 
The Young Ruler. 155 
 
 CHRISTUS. 
 
 With men this is indeed impossible, 
 But unto God all things are possible ! 
 
 PETER. 
 
 Behold, we have left all, and followed thee. 
 What shall we have therefor % 
 
 CHRISTUS. 
 
 Eternal life. 
 
IX. 
 AT BETHANY. 
 
IX. 
 
 AT BETHANY. 
 
 martha busy about household affairs. mary sitting at 
 the feet of christus. 
 
 MARTHA. 
 
 She sitteth idly at the Master's feet, 
 
 And troubles not herself with household cares. 
 
 J T is the old story. When a guest arrives 
 
 She gives up all to be with him ; while I 
 
 Must be the drudge, make ready the guest-chamber, 
 
 Prepare the food, set everything in order, 
 
 And see that naught is wanting in the house. 
 
 She shows her love by words, and I by works. 
 
 MARY. 
 
 Master ! when thou comest, it is always 
 A Sabbath in the house. I cannot work ; 
 
 1 must sit at thy feet ; must see thee, hear thee ! 
 I have a feeble, wayward, doubting heart, 
 
160 The Divine Tragedy. 
 
 Incapable of endurance or great thoughts. 
 Striving for something that it cannot reach, 
 Baffled and disappointed, wounded, hungry ; 
 And only when I hear thee am I happy, 
 And only when I see thee am at peace ! 
 
 Stronger than I, and wiser, and far better 
 
 In every manner, is my sister Martha. 
 
 You see how well she orders everything 
 
 To make thee welcome ; how she comes and goes, 
 
 Careful and cumbered ever with much serving, 
 
 While I but welcome thee with foolish words ! 
 
 Whene'er thou speakest to me, I am happy ; 
 
 When thou art silent, I am satisfied. 
 
 Thy presence is enough. I ask no more. 
 
 Only to be with thee, only to see thee, 
 
 Sufficeth me. My heart is then at rest. 
 
 I wonder I am worthy of so much. 
 
 MARTHA. 
 
 Lord, dost thou care not, that my sister Mary 
 Hath left me thus to wait on thee alone ? 
 I pray thee, bid her help me. 
 
At Bethany. 161 
 
 CHRISTUS. 
 
 Martha, Martha, 
 Careful and troubled about many things 
 Art thou, and yet one thing alone is needful ! 
 Thy sister Mary hath chosen that good part, 
 Which never shall be taken away from her ! 
 
X. 
 BORN BLIND. 
 
 M 2 
 
X. 
 
 BORN BLIND. 
 
 A JEW. 
 
 Who is this beggar blinking in the sun ? 
 Is it not he who used to sit and beg 
 By the Gate Beautiful ? 
 
 ANOTHER. 
 
 It is the same. 
 
 A THIRD. 
 
 It is not he, but like him, for that beggar 
 Was blind from birth. It cannot be the same. 
 
 THE BEGGAR. 
 
 Yea, I am he. 
 
 A JEW* 
 
 How have thine eyes been opened ? 
 
1 66 The Divine Tragedy. 
 
 THE BEGGAR. 
 
 A man that is called Jesus made a clay 
 And put it on mine eyes, and said to me : 
 Go to Siloam's Pool and wash thyself. 
 I went and washed, and I received my sight, 
 
 Where is he ? 
 
 A JEW. 
 THE BEGGAR. 
 
 I know not. 
 
 PHARISEES. 
 
 What is this crowd 
 Gathered about a beggar ? What has happened ? 
 
 A JEW. 
 
 Here is a man who hath been blind from birth, 
 And now he sees. He says a man called Jesus 
 Hath healed him. 
 
 PHARISEES. 
 
 As God liveth, the Nazarene ! 
 How was this done ? 
 
Born Blind. 167 
 
 THE BEGGAR. 
 
 Rabboni, he put clay 
 Upon mine eyes ; I washed, and now I see. 
 
 PHARISEES. 
 
 When did he this ? 
 
 THE BEGGAR. 
 
 Rabboni, yesterday. 
 
 PHARISEES. 
 
 The Sabbath-day. This man is not of God 
 Because he keepeth not the Sabbath-day ! 
 
 A JEW. 
 
 How can a man, that is a sinner, do 
 Such miracles ? 
 
 PHARISEES. 
 
 What dost thou say of him, 
 That hath restored thy sight ? 
 
 THE BEGGAR. 
 
 He is a Prophet. 
 
1 68 The Divine Tragedy. 
 
 A JEW. 
 
 This is a wonderful story, but not true. 
 
 A beggar's fiction. He was not born blind, 
 
 And never has been blind, 
 
 OTHERS. 
 
 Here are his parents. 
 Ask them. 
 
 PHARISEES. 
 
 Is this your son ? 
 
 THE PARENTS. 
 
 Rabboni, yea ; 
 We know this is our son. 
 
 PHARISEES. 
 
 Was he born blind ? 
 
 THE PARENTS. 
 
 He was born blind. 
 
 PHARISEES. 
 
 Then how doth he now see ? 
 
Bom Blind. 169 
 
 the parents, aside. 
 
 What answer shall we make ? If we confess 
 It was the Christ, we shall be driven forth 
 Out of the Synagogue ! We know, Rabboni, 
 This is our son, and that he was born blind ; 
 But by what means he seeth, we know not, 
 Or who his eyes hath opened, we know not. 
 He is of age \ ask him ; we cannot say ; 
 He shall speak for himself. 
 
 PHARISEES. 
 
 Give God the praise ! 
 We know the man that healed thee is a sinner ! 
 
 THE BEGGAR. 
 
 Whether he be a sinner, I know not ; 
 
 One thing I know ; that whereas I was blind, 
 
 I now do see. 
 
 PHARISEES. 
 
 How opened he thine eyes ? 
 What did he do ? 
 
170 The Divine Tragedy. 
 
 THE BEGGAR. 
 
 I have already told you, 
 Ye did not hear ; why would ye hear again ? 
 Will ye be his disciples ? 
 
 PHARISEES. 
 
 God of Moses ! 
 Are we demoniacs, are we halt or blind, 
 Or palsy-stricken, or lepers, or the like, 
 That we should join the Synagogue of Satan, 
 And follow jugglers ? Thou art his disciple, 
 But we are disciples of Moses \ and we know 
 That God spake unto Moses ; but this fellow, 
 We know not whence he is ! 
 
 THE BEGGAR. 
 
 Why, herein is 
 A marvellous thing ! Ye know not whence he is, 
 Yet he hath opened mine eyes ! We know that God 
 Heareth not sinners ; but if any man 
 Doeth God's will, and is his worshipper, 
 Him doth he hear. O, since the world began 
 It was not heard that any man hath opened 
 
Bom Blind. 171 
 
 The eyes of one that was born blind. If he 
 Were not of God, surely he could do nothing I 
 
 PHARISEES. 
 
 Thou, who wast altogether bom in sins 
 And in iniquities, dost thou teach us ? 
 Away with thee out of the holy places, 
 Thou reprobate, thou beggar, thou blasphemer! 
 
 The Beggar is cast out. 
 
XI. 
 
 SIMON MAGUS AND HELEN OF TYRE. 
 
XL 
 
 SIMON MAGUS AND HELEN OF TYRE. 
 
 On the house-top at Endor. Night. A lighted lantern 
 on a table. 
 
 SIMON. 
 
 Swift are the blessed Immortals to the mortal 
 
 That perseveres ! So- doth it stand recorded 
 
 In the divine Chaldaean Oracles 
 
 Of Zoroaster, once Ezekiel's slavQ, 
 
 Who in his native East betook himself 
 
 To lonely meditation, and the writing 
 
 On the dried skins of oxen the Twelve Books 
 
 Of the Avesta and the Oracles ! 
 
 Therefore I persevere ; and I have brought thee 
 
 From the great city of Tyre, where men deride 
 
 The things they comprehend not, to this plain 
 
 Of Esdraelon, in the Hebrew tongue 
 
 Called Armageddon, and this town of Endor, 
 
176 The Divine Tragedy. 
 
 Where men believe ; where all the air is full 
 Of marvellous traditions, and the Enchantress 
 That summoned up the ghost of Samuel, 
 Is still remembered. Thou hast seen the land ; 
 Is it not fair to look on ? 
 
 HELEN. 
 
 It is fair, 
 Yet not so fair as Tyre. 
 
 SIMON. 
 
 Is not Mount Tabor 
 As beautiful as Carmel by the Sea ? 
 
 HELEN. 
 
 It is too silent and too solitary ; 
 
 I miss the tumult of the streets ; the sounds 
 
 Of traffic, and the going to and fro 
 
 Of people in gay attire, with cloaks of purple, 
 
 And gold and silver jewelry ! 
 
 SIMON. 
 
 Inventions 
 Of Ahriman, the spirit of the dark, 
 The Evil Spirit ! 
 
Simon Magus and Helen of Tyre. 177 
 
 HELEN. 
 
 I regret the gossip 
 Of friends and neighbors at the open door 
 On summer nights. 
 
 SIMON. 
 
 An idle waste of time. 
 
 HELEN. 
 
 The singing and the dancing, the delight 
 Of music and of motion. Woe is me, 
 To give up all these pleasures, and to lead 
 The life we lead ! 
 
 SIMON. 
 
 Thou canst not raise thyself 
 Up to the level of my higher though t, 
 And though possessing thee, I still remain 
 Apart from thee, and with thee, am alone 
 In my high dreams. 
 
 HELEN. 
 
 Happier was I in Tyre, 
 O I remember how the gallant ships 
 
178 The Divine Tragedy. 
 
 Came sailing in, with ivory, gold and silver. 
 And apes and peacocks ; and the singing sailors ; 
 And the gay captains with their silken dresses, 
 Smelling of aloes, myrrh, and cinnamon ! 
 
 SIMON. 
 
 But the dishonor, Helen ! Let the ships 
 Of Tarshish howl for that ! 
 
 HELEN. 
 
 And what dishonor ? 
 Remember Rahab, and how she became 
 The ancestress of the great Psalmist David ; 
 And wherefore should not I, Helen of Tyre, 
 Attain like honor ? 
 
 SIMON. 
 
 Thou art Helen of Tyre, 
 And hast been Helen of Troy, and hast been Rahab, 
 The Queen of Sheba, and Semiramis, 
 And Sara of seven husbands, and Jezebel, 
 And other women of the like allurements ; 
 And now thou art Minerva, the first ^£on, 
 The Mother of Angels ! 
 
Simon Magus and Helen of Tyre. 179 
 
 HELEN. 
 
 And the concubine 
 Of Simon the Magician ! Is it honor 
 For one who has been all these noble dames, 
 To tramp about the dirty villages 
 And cities of Samaria with a juggler ? 
 A charmer of serpents ? 
 
 SIMON. 
 
 He who knows himself 
 Knows all things in himself. I have charmed thee, 
 Thou beautiful asp ; yet am I no magician. 
 I am the Power of God, and the Beauty of God ! 
 I am the Paraclete, the Comforter ! 
 
 HELEN. 
 
 Illusions ! Thou deceiver, self-deceived ! 
 Thou dost usurp the titles of another; 
 Thou art not what thou sayest. 
 
 SIMON. 
 
 Am I not ? 
 Then feel my power. 
 
180 The Divine Tragedy. 
 
 HELEN. 
 
 Would I had ne'er left Tyre ! 
 He looks at her, and she sinks into a deep sleep. 
 
 SIMON. 
 
 Go, see it in thy dreams, fair unbeliever ! 
 
 And leave me unto mine, if they be dreams, 
 
 That take such shapes before me, that I see them ; 
 
 These effable and ineffable impressions 
 
 Of the mysterious world, that come to me 
 
 From the elements of Fire and Earth and Water, 
 
 And the all-nourishing Ether ! It is written, 
 
 Look not on Nature, for her name is fatal ! 
 
 Yet there are Principles, that make apparent 
 
 The images of unapparent things, 
 
 And the impression of vague characters 
 
 And visions most divine appear in ether. 
 
 So speak the Oracles ; then wherefore fatal ? 
 
 I take this orange-bough, with its five leaves, 
 
 Each equidistant on the upright stem ; 
 
 And I project them on a plane below, 
 
 In the circumference of a circle drawn 
 
 About a centre where the stem is planted, 
 
Simon Mao us and Helen of Tyre. 181 
 
 And each still equidistant from the other \ 
 As if a thread of gossamer were drawn 
 Down from each leaf, and fastened with a pin. 
 Now if from these five points a line be traced 
 To each alternate point, we shall attain 
 The Pentagram, or Solomon's Pentangle, 
 A charm against all witchcraft, and a sign, 
 Which on the banner of Antiochus 
 Drove back the fierce barbarians of the North, 
 Demons esteemed, and gave the Syrian King 
 The sacred name of Soter, or of Savior. 
 Thus Nature works mysteriously with man • 
 And from the Eternal One, as from a centre, 
 All things proceed, in fire, air, earth and water, 
 And all are subject to one law, which broken 
 Even in a single point, is broken in all ; 
 Demons rush in, and chaos comes again ! 
 
 By this will I compel the stubborn spirits, 
 That guard the treasures, hid in caverns deep 
 On Gerizim, by Uzzi the High-Priest, 
 The ark and holy vessels, to reveal 
 Their secret unto me, and to restore 
 These precious things to the Samaritans. 
 
1 82 The Divine Tragedy. 
 
 A mist is rising from the plain below me, 
 
 And as I look, the vapors shape themselves 
 
 Into strange figures, as if unawares 
 
 My lips had breathed the Tetragrammaton, 
 
 And from their graves, o'er all the battle-fields 
 
 Of Armageddon, the long-buried captains 
 
 Had started, with their thousands, and ten thousands, 
 
 And rushed together to renew their wars, 
 
 Powerless, and weaponless, and without a sound ! 
 
 AVake, Helen, from thy sleep ! The air grows cold ; 
 
 Let us go down. 
 
 helen, awaking. 
 
 O would I were at home ! 
 
 SIMON. 
 
 Thou sayest that I usurp another's titles. 
 
 In youth I saw the Wise Men of the East, 
 
 Magalath and Pangalath, and Saracen, 
 
 Who followed the bright star, but home returned 
 
 For fear of Herod by another way. 
 
 O shining worlds above me ! in what deep 
 
 Recesses of your realms of mystery 
 
 
Simon Magus and Helen of Tyre. 183 
 
 Lies hidden now that star ? and where are they 
 That brought the gifts of frankincense and myrrh ? 
 
 HELEN. 
 
 The Nazarene still liveth. 
 
 SIMON. 
 
 We have heard 
 His name in many towns, but have not seen him. 
 He flits before us ; tarries not ; is gone 
 When we approach, like something unsubstantial, 
 Made of the air, and fading into air. 
 He is at Nazareth, he is at Nain, 
 Or at the Lovely Village on the Lake, 
 Or sailing on its waters. 
 
 HELEN. 
 
 So say those 
 Who do not wish to find him. 
 
 SIMON. 
 
 Can this be 
 The King of Israel, whom the Wise Men worshipped ? 
 
184 The Divine Tragedy. 
 
 Or does he fear to meet me ? It would seem so. 
 We should soon learn which of us twain usurps 
 The titles of the other, as thou sayest. 
 
 They go down. 
 
 
 i 
 
THE DIVINE TRAGEDY. 
 
 THE THIRD PASSOVER. 
 
 I. 
 
 THE ENTRY INTO JERUSALEM. 
 

THE ENTRY INTO JERUSALEM. 
 
 THE SYROPHCENICIAN WOMAN and her DAUGHTER 011 
 
 the house-top at Jerusalem. 
 
 THE DAUGHTER, singing. 
 
 Blind Bartimeus at the gates 
 
 Of Jericho in darkness waits ; 
 
 He hears the crowd ;— he hears a breath 
 
 Say : It is Christ of Nazareth ! 
 
 And calls, in tones of agony, 
 
 , \7](T0V i i\€7}(T6v fief 
 
 The thronging multitudes increase ; 
 Blind Bartimeus, hold thy peace ! 
 But still, above the noisy crowd, 
 The beggar's cry is shrill and loud ; 
 Until they say : He calleth thee ! 
 Gdpffei, eyeipcu, <p<avei, <re/ 
 
The Divine Tragedy. 
 
 Then saith the Christ, as silent stands 
 The crowd : "What wilt thou at my hands ? 
 And he replies : Oh, give me light ! 
 Rabbi, restore the blind man's sight ! 
 And Jesus answers, "TTrcrye. 
 'H iriaris gov vicwus ere/ 
 
 Ye that have eyes, yet cannot see, 
 In darkness and in misery, 
 Recall those mighty voices Three, 
 'Irjcrov, €\€7]<r6y jue / 
 @dp<T€i, e , yetpai,*'Y7raye/ 
 'H Triaris aov ceVco/ce o~ef 
 
 THE MOTHER. 
 
 Thy faith hath saved thee ! Ah, how true that is ! 
 For I had faith ; and when the Master came 
 Into the coasts of Tyre and Sidon, fleeing 
 From those who sought to slay him, I went forth 
 And cried unto him, saying : Have mercy on me, 
 O Lord, thou Son of David ! for my daughter 
 Is grievously tormented with a devil. 
 But he passed on, and answered not a word. 
 And his disciples said, beseeching him : 
 
The Entry into Jerusalem, 189 
 
 Send her away ! She crieth after us ! 
 
 And then the Master answered them and said : 
 
 I am not sent but unto the lost sheep 
 
 Of the House of Israel ! Then I worshipped him, 
 
 Saying : Lord, help me ! And he answered me, 
 
 It is not meet to take the children's bread 
 
 And cast it unto dogs ! Truth, Lord, I said ; 
 
 And yet the dogs may eat the crumbs which fall 
 
 From off their master's table ; and he turned, 
 
 And answered me ; and said to me : O woman, 
 
 Great is thy faith; then be it unto thee, 
 
 Even as thou wilt. And from that very hour 
 
 Thou wast made whole, my darling ! my delight ! 
 
 THE DAUGHTER. 
 
 There came upon my dark and troubled mind 
 A calm, as when the tumult of the city 
 Suddenly ceases, and I lie and hear 
 The silver trumpets of the Temple blowing 
 Their welcome to the Sabbath. Still I wonder, 
 That one who was so far away from me, 
 And could not see me, by his thought alone 
 Had power to heal me. O that I could see him ! 
 
190 The Divine Tragedy. 
 
 THE MOTHER. 
 
 Perhaps thou wilt ; for I have brought thee here 
 To keep the holy Passover, and lay 
 Thine offering of thanksgiving on the altar. 
 Thou mayst both see and hear him. Hark ! 
 
 voices afar off. 
 
 Hosanna ! 
 
 THE DAUGHTER. 
 
 A crowd comes pouring through the city gate S 
 O mother, look ! 
 
 voices in the Street. 
 
 Hosanna to the son 
 Of David I 
 
 THE DAUGHTER. 
 
 A great multitude of people 
 Fills all the street ; and riding on an ass 
 Comes one of noble aspect, like a king ! 
 The people spread their garments in the way. 
 And scatter branches of the palm-trees ! 
 
 t\ 
 
The Entry into Jerusalem. 191 
 
 VOICES. 
 
 Blessed 
 Is he that cometh in the name of the Lord I 
 Hosanna in the highest ! 
 
 OTHER VOICES. 
 
 Who is this ? 
 
 VOICES. 
 
 J esus of Nazareth ! 
 
 THE DAUGHTER. 
 
 Mother, it is he ! 
 
 VOICES. 
 
 He hath called Lazarus of Bethany 
 
 Out of his grave, and raised him from the dead ! 
 
 Hosanna in the highest ! 
 
 PHARISEES. 
 
 Ye perceive 
 That nothing we prevail. Behold, the world 
 Is all gone after him ! 
 
192 The Divine Tragedy. 
 
 THE DAUGHTER. 
 
 What majesty, 
 What power is in that care-worn countenance ! 
 What sweetness, what compassion ! I no longer 
 Wonder that he hath healed me ! 
 
 voices. 
 
 Peace in heaven, 
 
 And glory in the highest ! 
 
 PHARISEES. 
 
 Rabbi! Rabbi! 
 Rebuke thy followers ! 
 
 CHRISTUS. 
 
 Should they hold their peace 
 The very stones beneath us would cry out ! 
 
 THE DAUGHTER. 
 
 All hath passed by me like a dream of wonder ! 
 But I have seen him, and have heard his voice, 
 And I am satisfied ! I ask no more ! 
 
II. 
 
 SOLOMON'S PORCH. 
 
II. 
 
 SOLOMON'S PORCH. 
 
 GAMALIEL THE SCRIBE. 
 
 When Rabban Simeon, upon whom be peace ! 
 Taught in these Schools, he boasted that his pen 
 Had written no word that he could call his own, 
 But wholly and always had been consecrated 
 To the transcribing of the Law and Prophets. 
 He used to say, and never tired of saying, 
 The world itself was built upon the Law. 
 And ancient Hillel said, that whosoever 
 Gains a good name, gains something for himself, 
 But he who gains a knowledge of the Law 
 Gains everlasting life. And they spake truly. 
 Great is the Written Law ; but greater still 
 The Unwritten, the Traditions of the Elders, 
 The lovely words of Levites, spoken first 
 To Moses on the Mount, and handed down 
 
196 The Divine Tragedy. 
 
 From mouth to mouth, in one unbroken sound 
 
 And sequence of divine authority, 
 
 The voice of God resounding through the ages. 
 
 The Written Law is water; the Unwritten 
 Is precious wine ; the Written Law is salt, 
 The Unwritten costly spice ; the Written Law 
 Is but the body \ the Unwritten, the soul 
 That quickens it, and makes it breathe and live. 
 
 I can remember, many years ago, 
 A little bright-eyed school-boy, a mere stripling, 
 Son of a Galilean carpenter, 
 From Nazareth, I think, who came one day 
 And sat here in the Temple with the Scribes, 
 Hearing us speak, and asking many questions, 
 And we were all astonished at his quickness. 
 And when his mother came, and said : Behold 
 Thy father and I have sought thee, sorrowing ; 
 He looked as one astonished, and made answer ! 
 How is it that ye sought me ? Wist ye not 
 That I must be about my Father's business ? 
 Often since then I see him here among us, 
 Or dream I see him, with his upraised face 
 
Solomons Porch. 197 
 
 Intent and eager, and I often wonder 
 
 Unto what manner of manhood he hath grown ! 
 
 Perhaps a poor mechanic, like his father, 
 
 Lost in his little Galilean village 
 
 And toiling at his craft, to die unknown 
 
 And be no more remembered among men. 
 
 christus in the outer court. 
 The Scribes and Pharisees sit in Moses* seat ; 
 All, therefore, whatsoever they command you, 
 Observe and do ; but follow not their works ; 
 They say and do not. They bind heavy burdens 
 And very grievous to be borne, and lay them 
 Upon men's shoulders, but they move them not 
 With so much as a finger ! 
 
 GAMALIEL, fooki?lg forth. 
 
 Who is this 
 Exhorting in the outer courts so loudly ? 
 
 CHRISTUS. 
 
 Their works they do for to be seen of men. 
 They make broad their phylacteries, and enlarge 
 
58 The Divine Tragedy. 
 
 The borders of their garments, and they love 
 The uppermost rooms at feasts, and the chief seats 
 In Synagogues, and greetings in the markets, 
 And to be called of all men Rabbi. Rabbi ! 
 
 GAMALIEL. 
 
 It is that loud and turbulent Galilean, 
 That came here at the Feast of Dedication, 
 And stirred the people up to break the Law ! 
 
 CHRISTUS. 
 
 Woe unto you, ye Scribes and Pharisees, 
 Ye hypocrites ! for ye shut up the kingdom 
 Of heaven, and neither go ye in yourselves 
 Nor suffer them that are entering to go in ! 
 
 GAMALIEL. 
 
 How eagerly the people throng and listen, 
 As if his ribald words were words of wisdom ! 
 
 CHRISTUS. 
 
 Woe unto you, ye Scribes and Pharisees, 
 Ye hypocrites ! for ye devour the houses 
 
Solomon's PorcJi. 199 
 
 Of widows, and for pretence ye make long prayers ; 
 Therefore shall ye receive the more damnation. 
 
 GAMALIEL. 
 
 This brawler is no Jew, — he is a vile 
 Samaritan, and hath an unclean spirit ! 
 
 CHRISTUS. 
 
 Woe unto you, ye Scribes and Pharisees, 
 Ye hypocrites ! Ye compass sea and land 
 To make one proselyte, and when he is made 
 Ye make him twofold more the child of hell 
 Than you yourselves are ! 
 
 GAMALIEL. 
 
 O my father's father ! 
 Hillel of blessed memory, hear and judge ! 
 
 CHRISTUS. 
 
 Woe unto you, ye Scribes and Pharisees, 
 
 Ye hypocrites ! for ye pay tithe of mint, 
 
 Of anise and of cumin, and omit 
 
 The weightier matters of the law of God, 
 
 Judgment and faith and mercy; and all these 
 
 Ye ought to have done, nor leave undone the others ! 
 
200 The Divine Tragedy. 
 
 GAMALIEL. 
 
 O Rabban Simeon ! how must thy bones 
 Stir in their grave to hear such blasphemies 
 
 CHRISTUS. 
 
 Woe unto you, ye Scribes and Pharisee s, 
 Ye hypocrites ! for ye make clean and sweet 
 The outside of the cup and of the platter,, 
 But they within are full of all excess I 
 
 GAMALIEL. 
 
 Patience of God ! canst thou endure so long? 
 Or art thou deaf, or gone upon a journey ? 
 
 CHRISTUS. 
 
 Woe unto you, ye Scribes and Pharisees, 
 
 Ye hypocrites ! for ye are very like 
 
 To whited sepulchres, which indeed appear 
 
 Beautiful outwardly, but are within 
 
 Filled full of dead men's bones and all uncleanness !' 
 
 GAMALIEL. 
 
 Am I awake ? Is this Jerusalem ? 
 
 And are these Jews that throng and stare and listen ? 
 
Solomons Porch. 201 
 
 CHRISTUS. 
 
 Woe unto you, ye Scribes and Pharisees, 
 
 Ye hypocrites ! because ye build the tombs 
 
 Of Prophets, and adorn the sepulchres 
 
 Of righteous men, and say : If we had lived 
 
 When lived our fathers, we would not have been 
 
 Partakers with them in the blood of Prophets. 
 
 So ye be witnesses unto yourselves, 
 
 That ye are children of them that killed the Prophets! 
 
 Fill ye up then the measure of your fathers. 
 
 I send unto you Prophets and Wise Men, 
 
 And Scribes, and some ye crucify, and some 
 
 Scourge in your Synagogues, and persecute 
 
 From city to city; that on you may come 
 
 The righteous blood that hath been shed on earth, 
 
 From the blood of righteous Abel to the blood 
 
 Of Zacharias, son of Barachias, 
 
 Ye slew between the Temple and the altar ! 
 
 GAMALIEL. 
 
 O, had I here my subtle dialectician, 
 My little Saul of Tarsus, the tent-maker, 
 Whose wit is sharper than his needle's point, 
 He would delight to foil this noisy wrangler ! 
 
202 The Divine Tragedy. 
 
 CHRISTUS. 
 
 Jerusalem ! Jerusalem ! thou 
 That killest the Prophets, and that stonest them 
 Which are sent unto thee, how often would I 
 Have gathered together thy children, as a hen 
 Gathereth her chickens underneath her wing, 
 And ye would not ! Behold, your house is left 
 Unto you desolate ! 
 
 THE PEOPLE. 
 
 This is a Prophet ! 
 This is the Christ that was to come ! 
 
 GAMALIEL. 
 
 Ye fools ! 
 Think ye, shall Christ come out of Galilee ? 
 

 III. 
 
 LORD IS IT I? 
 


 III. 
 
 LORD, IS IT I? 
 
 CHRISTUS. 
 
 One of you shall betray me. 
 
 THE DISCIPLES. 
 
 Is it I ? 
 Lord, is it I ? 
 
 CHRISTUS. 
 
 One of the Twelve it is 
 That dippeth with me in this dish his hand ; 
 He shall betray me. Lo, the Son of Man 
 Goeth indeed as it is written of him ; 
 But woe shall be unto that man by whom 
 He is betrayed ! Good were it for that man 
 If he had ne'er been born ! 
 
 JUDAS ISCARIOT. 
 
 Lord, is it I ? 
 
 
206 The Divine Tragedy. 
 
 CHRISTUS. 
 
 Ay, thou hast said. And that thou doest, do quickly. 
 
 judas iscariot, going out. 
 Ah, woe is me ! 
 
 CHRISTUS. 
 
 All ye shall be offended 
 Because of me this night ; for it is written : 
 Awake, O, sword, against my shepherd ! Smite 
 The shepherd, saith the Lord of hosts, and scattered 
 Shall be the sheep ! — But after I am risen 
 I go before you into Galilee. 
 
 PETER. 
 
 O Master ! though all men shall be offended 
 Because of thee, yet will not I be ! 
 
 CHRISTUS. 
 
 Simon, 
 Behold how Satan hath desired to have you, 
 That he may sift you as one sifteth wheat ! 
 Whither I go thou canst not follow me. 
 Not now ) — but thou shalt follow me hereafter. 
 
Lord, is it I? 207 
 
 PETER. 
 
 Wherefore can I not follow thee ? I am ready 
 To go with thee to prison and to death, 
 
 CHRISTUS 
 
 Verily say I unto thee, this night, 
 
 Ere the cock crow, thou shalt deny me thrice ! 
 
 PETER. 
 
 Though I should die, yet will I not deny thee. 
 
 CHRISTUS. 
 
 When first I sent you forth without a purse 
 Or scrip, or shoes, did ye lack anything ? 
 
 THE DISCIPLES. 
 
 Not anything. 
 
 CHRISTUS. 
 
 But he that hath a purse, 
 Now let him take it, and likewise his scrip ; 
 And he that hath no sword, let him go sell 
 His clothes and buy one. That which hath been 
 
 written 
 Must be accomplished now : He hath poured out 
 
208 
 
 The Divine Tragedy. 
 
 His soul even unto death \ he hath been numbered 
 With the transgressors, and himself hath borne 
 The sin of many, and made intercession 
 For the transgressors. And here have an end 
 The things concerning me. 
 
 PETER. 
 
 Behold, Lord, 
 Behold, here are two swords ! 
 
 CHRISTUS. 
 
 It is enough. 
 
 
IV. 
 THE GARDEN OF GETHSEMANE. 
 
IV. 
 THE GARDEN OF GETHSEMANE. 
 
 CHRISTUS. 
 
 My spirit is exceeding sorrowful 
 
 Even unto death ! Tarry ye here and watch. 
 
 He goes apart, 
 
 PETER. 
 
 Under this ancient olive-tree, that spreads 
 Its broad centennial branches like a tent, 
 Let us lie down and rest. 
 
 JOHN. 
 
 What are those torches, 
 That glimmer on Brook Kedron there below us ? 
 
 JAMES. 
 
 It is some marriage feast ; the joyful maidens 
 Go out to meet the bridegroom. 
 
 P 2 
 
212 The Divine Trageay. 
 
 PETER. 
 
 I am weary. 
 The struggles of this day have overcome me. 
 
 They sleep, 
 
 christus, falling on his face. 
 Father ! all things are possible to thee, — 
 O let this cup pass from me 1 Nevertheless 
 Not as I will, but as thou wilt, be done ! 
 
 Returning to the Disciples. 
 What ! could ye not watch with me for one hour ? 
 
 watch and pray, that ye may enter not 
 Into temptation. For the spirit indeed 
 Is willing, but the flesh is weak ! 
 
 JOHN. 
 
 Alas! 
 It is for sorrow that our eyes are heavy. — 
 
 1 see again the glimmer of those torches 
 Among the olives ; they are coming hither. 
 
 JAMES. 
 
 Outside the garden wall the path divides ; 
 Surely they come not hither. 
 
 They sleep again. 
 
 
 
The Garden of Getksemane. 213 
 
 christus, as before. 
 
 O my Father ! 
 If this cup may not pass away from me, 
 Except I drink of it, thy will be done. 
 
 Returning to the Disciples. 
 Sleep on ; and take your rest ! 
 
 JOHN. 
 
 Beloved Master, 
 Alas ! we know not what to answer thee ! 
 It is for sorrow that our eyes are heavy. — 
 Behold, the torches now encompass us. 
 
 JAMES. 
 
 They do but go about the garden wall, 
 Seeking for some one, or for something lost. 
 
 They sleep again. 
 
 christus, as before. 
 If this cup may not pass away from me, 
 Except I drink of it, thy will be done. 
 
 Returning to the Disciples. 
 It is enough ! Behold, the Son of Man 
 Hath been betrayed into the hands of sinners ! 
 
214 The Divine Tragedy. 
 
 The hour is come. Rise up, let us be going ; 
 For, he that shall betray me is at hand. 
 
 JOHN. 
 
 Ah me ! See, from his forehead, in the torchlight, 
 Great drops of blood are falling to the ground ! 
 
 PETER. 
 
 What lights are these ? What torches glare and 
 
 glisten 
 Upon the swords and armor of these men ? 
 And there among them Judas Iscariot ! 
 
 He smites the servant of the High Priest with his sword. 
 
 CHRISTUS. 
 
 Put up thy sword into its sheath ; for they 
 That take the sword shall perish with the sword. 
 The cup my Father hath given me to drink, 
 Shall I not drink it ? Think'st thou that I cannot 
 Pray to my Father, and that he shall give me 
 More than twelve legions of angels presently ? 
 
 judas to christus, kissing him. 
 Hail, Master ! hail ! 
 
The Garden of Gethsemane. 215 
 
 CHRISTUS. 
 
 Friend, wherefore art thou come ? 
 Whom seek ye ? 
 
 CAPTAIN OF THE TEMPLE. 
 
 Jesus of Nazareth. 
 
 CHRISTUS. 
 
 I am he. 
 Are ye come hither as against a thief, 
 With swords and staves to take me ? When I daily 
 Was with you in the Temple, ye stretched forth 
 No hands to take me ! But this is your hour, 
 And this the power of darkness. If ye seek 
 Me only, let these others go their way. 
 
 The Disciples depart. Christus is bound and led away. 
 A certain young man follows hint, having a linen 
 cloth cast about his body. They lay hold of him, and 
 the young man flees from them naked. 
 
V. 
 THE PALACE OF CAIAPHAS. 
 
V. 
 THE PALACE OF CAIAPHAS. 
 
 PHARISEES. 
 
 What do we ? Clearly something must we do, 
 For this man worketh many miracles. 
 
 CAIAPHAS. 
 
 I am informed that he is a mechanic : 
 A carpenter's son ; a Galilean peasant, 
 Keeping disreputable company. 
 
 PHARISEES. 
 
 The people say that here in Bethany 
 He hath raised up a certain Lazarus, 
 Who had been dead three days. 
 
 CAIAPHAS. 
 
 Impossible ! 
 There is no resurrection of the dead ; 
 
220 The Divine Tragedy. 
 
 This Lazarus should be taken, and put to death 
 
 As an impostor. If this Galilean 
 
 Would be content to stay in Galilee, 
 
 And preach in country towns, I should not heed him. 
 
 But when he comes up to Jerusalem 
 
 Riding in triumph, as I am informed, 
 
 And drives the money-changers from the Temple, 
 
 That is another matter. 
 
 PHARISEES. 
 
 If we thus 
 Let him alone, all will believe on him, 
 And then the Romans come and take away 
 Our place and nation. 
 
 CAIAPHAS. 
 
 Ye know nothing at all. 
 Simon Ben Camith, my great predecessor, 
 On whom be peace ! would have dealt presently 
 With such a demagogue. I shall no less. 
 The man must die. Do ye consider not 
 It is expedient that one man should die, 
 Not the whole nation perish ? What is death ? 
 It differeth from sleep but in duration. 
 
 
The Palace of Caiaphas. 221 
 
 We sleep and wake again ; an hour or two 
 Later or earlier, and it matters not, 
 And if we never wake it matters not ; 
 When we are in our graves we are at peace, 
 Nothing can wake us or disturb us more. 
 There is no resurrection. 
 
 Pharisees, aside. 
 
 O most faithful 
 Disciple of Hircanus Maccabaeus, 
 Will nothing but complete annihilation 
 Comfort and satisfy thee ? 
 
 CAIAPHAS. 
 
 While ye are talking 
 And plotting, and contriving how to take him, 
 Fearing the people, and so doing' nought, 
 I, who fear not the people, have been acting : 
 Have taken this Prophet, this young Nazarene, 
 Who by Beelzebub the Prince of devils 
 Casteth out devils, and doth raise the dead, 
 That might as well be dead, and left in peace. 
 Annas my father-in-law hath sent him hither. 
 I hear the guard. Behold your Galilean ! 
 
 Christus is brought i?i bound. 
 
The Divine Tragedy. 
 
 servant, in the vestibule. 
 Why art thou up so late, my pretty damsel ? 
 
 DAMSEL. 
 
 Why art thou up so early, pretty man ? 
 
 It is not cock-crow yet, and art thou stirring ? 
 
 SERVANT. 
 
 What brings thee here ? 
 
 DAMSEL. 
 
 What brings the rest of you ? 
 
 SERVANT. 
 
 Come here and warm thy hands. 
 
 DAMSEL tO PETER. 
 
 Art thou not also 
 
 One of this man's disciples ? 
 
 PETER. 
 
 I am not. 
 
 DAMSEL. 
 
 Now surely thou art also one of them ; 
 
The Palace of Caiaplias. 223 
 
 Thou art a Galilean, and thy speech 
 Bewrayeth thee. 
 
 PETER. 
 
 Woman, I know him not ! 
 
 caiaphas to christus in the Hall. 
 Who art thou ? Tell us plainly of thyself 
 And of thy doctrines, and of thy disciples. 
 
 CHRISTUS. 
 
 Lo, I have spoken openly to the world, 
 
 I have taught ever in the Synagogue, 
 
 And in the Temple, where the Jews resort ; 
 
 In secret have said nothing. WTierefore then 
 
 Askest thou me of this ? Ask them that heard me 
 
 What I have said to them. Behold they know 
 
 What I have said ! 
 
 officer, striking him. 
 
 What, fellow ! answerest thou 
 The High-Priest so ? 
 
 CHRISTUS. 
 
 If I have spoken evil, 
 Bear witness of the evil ; but if well, 
 Why smitest thou me ? 
 
224 The Divine Tragedy, 
 
 CAIAPHAS 
 
 Where are the witnesses ? 
 Let them say what they know. 
 
 THE TWO FALSE WITNESSES. 
 
 We heard him say : 
 I will destroy this Temple made with hands, 
 And will within three days build up another 
 Made without hands. 
 
 scribes and Pharisees. 
 
 He is o'erwhelmed with shame 
 And cannot answer ! 
 
 CAIAPHAS. 
 
 Dost thou answer nothing ? 
 What is this thing they witness here against thee ? 
 
 SCRIBES and PHARISEES. 
 
 He holds his peace. 
 
 CAIAPHAS. 
 
 Tell us, art thou the Christ 1 
 I do adjure thee by the living God, 
 Tell us, art thou indeed the Christ ? 
 
The Palace of Caiaphas. 225 
 
 CHRISTUS. 
 
 I am. 
 Hereafter shall ye see the Son of Man 
 Sit on the right hand of the power of God, 
 And come in clouds of heaven ! 
 
 caiaphas, rending his clothes. 
 
 It is enough. 
 He hath spoken blasphemy ! What further need 
 Have we of witnesses ? Now ye have heard 
 His blasphemy. What think ye ? Is he guilty ? 
 
 scribes and Pharisees. 
 Guilty of death ! 
 
 kinsman of malchus to peter, in the vestibule. 
 Surely I know thy face, 
 Did I not see thee in the garden with him ? 
 
 peter. 
 How couldst thou see me ? I swear unto thee 
 I do not know this man of whom ye speak ! 
 
 The cock crows. 
 
 Hark ! the cock crows ! That sorrowful, pale face 
 Seeks for me in the crowd, and looks at me, 
 
 Q 
 
226 The Divine Tragedy. 
 
 As if he would remind me of those words : 
 Ere the cock crow thou shalt deny me thrice ! 
 
 Goes out weeping. Christus is blindfolded and buffeted. 
 
 San officer, striking him with his palm. 
 Prophecy unto us, thou Christ, thou Prophet ! 
 Vvlio is it smote thee ? 
 
 CAIAPHAS. 
 
 Lead him unto Pilate ! 
 
VI. 
 PONTIUS PILATE. 
 
 f) 2 
 

VI. 
 PONTIUS PILATE. 
 
 PILATE. 
 
 Wholly incomprehensible to me, 
 
 Vainglorious, obstinate, and given up 
 
 To unintelligible old traditions, 
 
 And proud, and self-conceited are these'Jews ! 
 
 Not long ago, I marched the legions down 
 
 From Caesarea to their winter-quarters 
 
 Here in Jerusalem, with the effigies 
 
 Of Caesar on their ensigns, and a tumult 
 
 Arose among these Jews, because their Law 
 
 Forbids the making of all images ! 
 
 They threw themselves upon the ground with wild 
 
 Expostulations, bared their necks, and cried 
 
 That they would sooner die than have their Law 
 
 Infringed in any manner ; as if Numa 
 
 Were not as great as Moses, and the Laws 
 
 Of the Twelve Tables as their Pentateuch ! 
 
230 The Divine Tragedy. 
 
 And then, again, when I desired to span 
 Their valley with an aqueduct, and bring 
 A rushing river in to wash the city 
 And its inhabitants, — they all rebelled 
 As if they had been herds of unwashed swine 1 
 Thousands and thousands of them got together 
 And raised so great a clamor round my doors. 
 That, fearing violent outbreak, I desisted, 
 And left them to their wallowing in the mire. 
 
 And now here comes the reverend Sanhedrim 
 Of lawyers, priests, and Scribes and Pharisees 
 Like old and toothless mastiffs, that can bark, 
 But cannot bite, howling their accusations 
 Against a mild enthusiast, who hath preached 
 I know not what new doctrine, being King 
 Of some vague kingdom in the other world, 
 That hath no more to do with Rome and Caesar 
 Than I have with the patriarch Abraham ! 
 Finding this man to be a Galilean 
 I sent him straight to Herod, and I hope 
 That is the last of it ; but if it be not, 
 I still have power to pardon and release him, 
 As is the custom at the Passover, 
 
Pontius Pilate. 231 
 
 And so accommodate the matter smoothly, 
 Seeming to yield to them, yet saving him \ 
 A prudent and sagacious policy 
 For Roman Governors in the Provinces. 
 
 Incomprehensible, fanatic people ! 
 Ye have a God. who seemeth like yourselves 
 Incomprehensible, dwelling apart, 
 Majestic, cloud-encompassed, clothed in darkness ! 
 One whom ye fear but love not : yet ye have 
 No Goddesses to soften your stern lives, 
 And make you tender unto human weakness, 
 While we of Rome have everywhere around us 
 Our amiable divinities, that haunt 
 The woodlands, and the waters, and frequent 
 Our households, with their sweet and gracious pre- 
 sence ! 
 I will go in, and while these Jews are wrangling, 
 Read mv Ovidius on the Art of Love. 
 

VII. 
 BARABBAS IN PRISON. 
 
VII. 
 
 BARABBAS IN PRISON. 
 
 barabbas, to his fellow-prisoners 
 
 Barabbas is my name, 
 Barabbas, the Son of Shame, 
 
 Is the meaning I suppose ; 
 I'm no better than the best, 
 And whether worse than the rest 
 
 Of my fellow-men, who knows ? 
 
 I was once, to say it in brief, 
 A highwayman, a robber chief, 
 
 In the open light of day. 
 So much I am free to confess ; 
 But all men, more or less, 
 
 Are robbers in their way. 
 
?3<5 The Divine Tragedy. 
 
 From my cavern in the crags, 
 From my lair of leaves and flags, 
 
 I could see, like ants, below, 
 The camels with their load 
 Of merchandise, on the road 
 
 That leadeth to Jericho. 
 
 And I struck them unaware, 
 As an eagle from the air 
 
 Drops down upon bird or beast ; 
 And I had my heart's desire 
 Of the merchants of Sidon and Tyre, 
 
 And Damascus and the East. 
 
 But it is not for that I fear ; 
 It is not for that I am here 
 
 In these iron fetters bound ; 
 Sedition ! that is the word 
 That Pontius Pilate heard, 
 
 And he liketh not the sound. 
 
 What, think ye, would he care 
 For a Jew slain here or there, 
 
Barabbas in Prison. 
 
 Or a plundered caravan ? 
 But Caesar ! — ah, that is a crime, 
 To the uttermost end of time 
 
 Shall not be forgiven to man. 
 
 Therefore was Herod wroth 
 With Matthias Margaloth, 
 
 And burned him for a show ! 
 Therefore his wrath did smite 
 Judas the Gaulonite, 
 
 And his followers, as ye know. 
 
 For that cause, and no more, 
 Am I here, as I said before ; 
 
 For one unlucky night, 
 Jucundus, the captain of horse, 
 Was upon us with all his force, 
 
 And I was caught in the fight. 
 
 I might have fled with the rest, 
 But my dagger was in the breast 
 
 Of a Roman equerry ; 
 As we rolled there in the street, 
 They bound me, hands and feet ; 
 
 And this is the end of me. 
 
238 The Divine Tragedy, 
 
 Who cares for death ? Not I ! 
 A thousand times I would die, 
 
 Rather than suffer wrong ! 
 Already those women of mine 
 Are mixing the myrrh and the wine ; 
 
 I shall not be with you long. 
 
VIII. 
 
 ECCE HOMO. 
 
VIII. 
 ECCE HOMO. 
 
 pilate, on the Tessellated Pavement in front oj his 
 Palaee. 
 
 Ye have brought unto me this man, as one 
 Who doth pervert the people ; and behold ! 
 I have examined him, and found no fault 
 Touching the things whereof ye do accuse him. 
 No, nor yet Herod ; for I sent you to him, 
 And nothing worthy of death he findeth in him. 
 Ye have a custom at the Passover, 
 That one condemned to death shall be released. 
 Whom will ye, then, that I release to you ? 
 Jesus Barabbas, called the Son of Shame, 
 Or Jesus, Son of Joseph, called the Christ ? 
 
 the people, shouting. 
 Not this man, but Barabbas ! 
 
242 The Divine Tragedy. 
 
 PILATE. 
 
 What then will ye 
 That I should do with him that is called Christ ? 
 
 THE PEOPLE. 
 
 Crucify him ! 
 
 PILATE. 
 
 Why, what evil hath he done ? 
 Lo, I have found no cause of death in him ; 
 I will chastise him, and then let him go. 
 
 the people, more vehemently. 
 Crucify him ! crucify him ! 
 
 A MESSENGER, to PILATE. 
 
 Thy wife sends 
 This message to thee : — Have thou naught to do 
 With that just man \ for I, this day in dreams 
 Have suffered many things because of him. 
 
 pilate, aside. 
 
 The Gods speak to us in our dreams ! I tremble 
 At what I have to do ! O Claudia, 
 
Ecee Homo. 243 
 
 How shall I save him ? Yet one effort more 
 Or he must perish ! 
 
 Washes his hands before them. 
 
 I am innocent 
 Of the blood of this just person ; see ye to it ! 
 
 THE PEOPLE. 
 
 Let his blood b^ on us and on our children ! 
 
 voices, within the Palace. 
 
 Put on thy royal robes ; put on thy crown, 
 
 And take thy sceptre ! Hail, thou King of the Jews ! 
 
 PILATE. 
 
 I bring him forth to you, that ye may know 
 I find no fault in him. Behold the man ! 
 
 christus is led in, with the purple robe and crown of 
 thorns. 
 
 chief priests and officers. 
 Crucify him ! crucify him ! 
 
 2R 
 
244 T/ze Divine Tragedy. 
 
 PILATE. 
 
 Take ye him \ 
 I find no fault in him. 
 
 CHIEF PRIESTS. 
 
 We have a Law, 
 And by our Law he ought to die ; because 
 He made himself to be the Son of God. 
 
 pilate, aside. 
 Ah ! there are Sons of God, and demi-gods 
 More than ye know, ye ignorant High-Priests ! 
 
 To christus. 
 Whence art thou ? 
 
 CHIEF PRIESTS. 
 
 Crucify him ! crucify him ! 
 
 PILATE, to CHRISTUS. 
 
 Dost thou not answer me ? Dost thou not know 
 That I have power enough to crucify thee ? 
 That I have also power to set thee free ? 
 
Ecce Homo. 245 
 
 CHRISTUS. 
 
 Thou couldest have no power at all against me 
 Except that it were given thee from above ; 
 Therefore hath he that sent me unto thee, 
 The greater sin. 
 
 CHIEF PRIESTS. 
 
 If thou let this man go, 
 Thou art not Caesar's friend. For whosoever 
 Maketh himself a King, speaks against Caesar. 
 
 PILATE. 
 
 Ye Jews, behold your King ! 
 
 CHIEF PRIESTS. 
 
 Away with him ! 
 Crucify him ! 
 
 PILATE. 
 
 Shall I crucify your King ? 
 
 CHIEF PRIESTS. 
 
 We have no king but Caesar ! 
 
246 The Divine Tragedy. 
 
 PILATE. 
 
 Take him, then, 
 Take him, ye cruel and bloodthirsty Priests, 
 More merciless than the plebeian mob, 
 Who pity and spare the fainting gladiator 
 Blood-stained in Roman amphitheatres, — 
 Take him, and crucify him if ye will ; 
 But if the immortal Gods do ever mingle 
 With the affairs of mortals, which I doubt not, 
 And hold the attribute of justice dear, 
 They will commission the Eumenides 
 To scatter you to the four winds of heaven , 
 Exacting tear for tear, and blood for blood. 
 Here, take ye this inscription, Priests, and nail i: 
 Upon the cross, above your victim's head : 
 Jesus of Nazareth, King of the Jews. 
 
 CHIEF PRIESTS. 
 
 Nay, we entreat ! write not, the King of the Jews ; 
 But that he said : I am the King of the Jews ! 
 
 PILATE. 
 
 Enough. What I have written, I have written ! 
 

 IX. 
 ACELDAMA. 
 
IX. 
 ACELDAMA. 
 
 JUDAS ISCARIOT. 
 
 Lost ! lost ! for ever lost ! I have betrayed 
 The innocent blood ! O God ! if thou art love, 
 Why didst thou leave me naked to the tempter ? 
 Why didst thou not commission thy swift lightning 
 To strike me dead ? or why did I not perish 
 With those by Herod shin, the innocent children 
 Who went with playthings in their little hands 
 Into the darkness of the other world, 
 As if to bed ? Or wherefore was I born. 
 If thou in thy foreknowledge didst perceive 
 All that I am, and all that I must be ? 
 I know I am not generous, am not gentle 
 like other men ; but I have tried to be, 
 And I have failed. I thought by following Him, 
 I should grow like him ; but the unclean spirit 
 That from my childhood up hath tortured me 
 
250 The Divine Tragedy. 
 
 Hath been too cunning and too strong for me. 
 Am I to blame for this ? Am I to blame 
 Because I cannot love, and ne'er have known 
 The love of woman or the love of children ? 
 It is a curse and a fatality, 
 A mark, that hath been set upon my forehead, 
 That none shall slay me, for it were a mercy 
 That I were dead, or never had been born. 
 
 Too late ! too late ! I shall not see him more 
 Among the living. That sweet, patient face 
 Will never more rebuke me, nor those lips 
 Repeat the words : One of you shall betray me ! 
 It stung me into madness. How I loved, 
 Yet hated him ! But in the other world ! 
 I will be there before him, and will wait 
 Until he comes, and fall down on my knees 
 And kiss his feet, imploring pardon, pardon ! 
 
 1 heard him say : All sins shall be forgiven, 
 Except the sin against the Holy Ghost. 
 That shall not be forgiven in this world, 
 Nor in the world to come. Is that my sin? 
 
Aceldama. 251 
 
 Have I offended so there is no hope 
 
 Here nor hereafter? That I soon shall know, 
 
 O God, have mercy ! Christ, have mercy on me ! 
 
 Throws himself headlong from the eliff. 
 
X. 
 THE THREE CROSSES. 
 
X. 
 
 THE THREE CROSSES, 
 
 MAN AHEM, THE ESSEN I AX. 
 
 Three crosses in this noonday night uplifted, 
 Three human figures, that in mortal pain 
 Gleam white against the supernatural darkness ; 
 Two thieves, that writhe in torture, and between them 
 The Suffering Messiah, the Son of Joseph, 
 Ay, the Messiah Triumphant, Son of David ! 
 A crown of thorns on that dishonored head ! 
 Those hands that healed the sick, now pierced with 
 
 nails, 
 Those feet that wandered homeless through the world 
 Now crossed and bleeding, and at rest forever ! 
 And the three faithful Maries, overwhelmed 
 By this great sorrow, kneeling, praying, weeping ! 
 O Joseph Caiaphas, thou great High-Priest, 
 How wilt thou answer for this deed of blood ? 
 
256 The Divine Tragedy. 
 
 scribes and elders. 
 Thou that destroyest the Temple, and dost build it 
 In three days, save thyself; and if thou be 
 The Son of God, come down now from the cross. 
 
 CHIEF PRIESTS. 
 
 Others he saved, himself he cannot save ! 
 Let Christ the King of Israel descend 
 That we may see and believe ! 
 
 scribes and elders. 
 
 In God he trusted : 
 Let him deliver him, if he will have him, 
 And we will then believe. 
 
 CHRISTUS. 
 
 Father ! forgive them • 
 They know not what they do. 
 
 THE IMPENITENT THIEF. 
 
 If thou be Christ, 
 O save thyself and us. 
 
 THE PENITENT THIEF. 
 
 Remember me. 
 Lord, when thou comest into thine own kingdom. 
 
The Three Crosses. 25 7 
 
 CHRISTUS. 
 
 This day shalt thou be with me in Paradise, 
 
 MANAHEM. 
 
 Golgotha ! Golgotha ! O the pain and darkness ! 
 O the uplifted cross, that shall for ever 
 Shine through the darkness, and shall conquer pain 
 By the triumphant memory of this hour ! 
 
 SIMON MAGUS. 
 
 Nazarene ! I find thee here at last ! 
 Thou art no more a phantom unto me ! 
 This is the end of one who called himself 
 The Son of God ! Such is the fate of those 
 
 Who preach new doctrines. 'T is not what he did. 
 But what he said, hath brought him unto this. 
 
 1 will speak evil of no dignitaries. 
 This is my hour of triumph, Nazarene ! 
 
 THE YOUNG RULER. 
 
 This is the end of him who said to me : 
 Sell that thou hast, and give unto the poor ! 
 This is the treasure in heaven he promised me ! 
 
 CHRISTUS. 
 
 JS/oi, Eloi, lama sabacthani ! 
 
258 T/te Divine Tragedy. 
 
 a soldier, prepari?ig the hyssop. 
 He calleth for Elias ! 
 
 ANOTHER. 
 
 Nay, let be ! 
 See if Elias now will come to save him ! 
 
 CHRISTUS. 
 
 I thirst. 
 
 A SOLDIER. 
 
 Give him the wormwood ! 
 christus with a loud cry, bowing his head. 
 
 It is finished 
 
XL 
 THE TWO MARIES, 
 
XL 
 
 THE TWO MARIES. 
 
 MARY MAGDALENE. 
 
 We have arisen early, yet the sun 
 O'ertakes us ere we reach the sepulchre, 
 To wrap the body of our blessed Lord 
 With our sweet spices. 
 
 MARY, MOTHER OF JAMES. 
 
 Lo, this is the garden, 
 And yonder is the sepulchre. But who 
 Shall roll away the stone for us to enter ? 
 
 MARY MAGDALENE. 
 
 It hath been rolled away ! The sepulchre 
 Is open ! Ah, who hath been here before us, 
 When we rose early, wishing to be first ? 
 
262 TJie Divine Tragedy. 
 
 MARY, MOTHER OF JAMES. 
 
 I am affrighted ! 
 
 MARY MAGDALENE. " 
 
 Hush ! I will stoop down 
 And look within. There is a young man sitting 
 On the right side, clothed in a long white garment ! 
 It is an angel ! 
 
 THE ANGEL. 
 
 Fear not ; ye are seeking 
 Jesus of Nazareth, which was crucified. 
 Why do ye seek the living among the dead ? 
 He is no longer here ; he is arisen ! 
 Come see the place where the Lord lay ! Remember 
 How he spake unto you in Galilee. 
 Saying : The Son of Man must be delivered 
 Into the hands of sinful men ; by them 
 Be crucified, and the third day rise again ! 
 But go your way, and say to his disciples. 
 He goeth before you into Galilee ; 
 There shall ye see him as he said to you. 
 
 MARY, MOTHER OF JAMES. 
 
 I will go swiftly for them. 
 
 
The Two Maries. 263 
 
 mary magdalene, alone, weeping. 
 
 They have taken 
 My Lord away from me, and now I know not 
 Where they have laid him ! Who is there to tell me ? 
 This is the gardener. Surely he must know. 
 
 CHRISTUS. 
 
 Woman, why weepest thou ? Whom seekest thou ? 
 
 MARY MAGDALENE. 
 
 They have taken my Lord away; I cannot find him. 
 O Sir, if thou have borne him hence, I pray thee 
 Tell me where thou hast laid him. 
 
 CHRISTUS. 
 
 Mary ! 
 
 MARY MAGDALENE. 
 
 Rabboni ! 
 
XII. 
 THE SEA OF GALILEE. 
 
XII. 
 
 THE SEA OF GALILEE. 
 
 nathanael, in the ship. 
 All is now ended. 
 
 JOHN. 
 
 Nay, he is arisen. 
 I ran unto the tomb, and stooping down 
 Looked in, and saw the linen grave-clothes lying, 
 Yet dared not enter. 
 
 PETER. 
 
 I went in, and saw 
 The napkin that had been about his head, 
 Not lying with the other linen clothes, 
 But wrapped together in a separate place. 
 
 THOMAS. 
 
 And I have seen him. I have seen the print 
 Of nails upon his hands, and thrust my hands 
 Into his side. I know he is arisen ; 
 
268 The Divine Tragedy. 
 
 But where are now the kingdom and the glory 
 He promised unto us ? We have all dreamed 
 That we were princes, and we wake to find 
 We are but fishermen. 
 
 PETER. 
 
 Who should have been 
 Fishers of men ! 
 
 JOHN. 
 
 We have come back again 
 To the old life, the peaceful life, among 
 The white towns of the Galilean lake. 
 
 PETER. 
 
 They seem to me like silent sepulchres 
 In the gray light of morning ! The old life, 
 Yea, the old life ! for we have toiled all night 
 And have caught nothing. 
 
 JOHN. 
 
 Do ye see a man 
 Standing upon the beach and beckoning? 
 'T is like an apparition. He hath kindled 
 A fire of coals, and seems to wait for us. 
 He calleth. 
 
The Sea of Galilee, 269 
 
 CHRiSTUs/rm the shore. 
 Children, have ye any meat ? 
 
 PETER. 
 
 Alas ! We have caught nothing. 
 
 CHRISTUS. 
 
 Cast the net 
 On the right side of the ship, and ye shall find. 
 
 PETER. 
 
 How that reminds me of the days gone by, 
 And one who said : Launch out into the deep, 
 And cast your nets ! 
 
 NATHANAEL. 
 
 We have but let them down 
 And they are filled, so that we cannot draw them ! 
 
 JOHN. 
 
 It is the Lord ! 
 
 peter, girding his fisher's coat about him. 
 
 He said : When I am risen 
 I will go before you into Galilee ! 
 
 He casts himself into the lake. 
 
2/0 The Divine Tragedy. 
 
 JOHN. 
 
 There is no fear in love; for perfect love 
 Casteth out fear. Now then, if ye are men, 
 Put forth your strength; we are not far from shore; 
 The net is heavy, but breaks not. All is safe. 
 
 peter, on the shore. 
 
 Dear Lord ! I heard thy voice and could not wait. 
 
 Let me behold thy face, and kiss thy feet ! 
 
 Thou art not dead, thou livest ! Again I see thee. 
 
 Pardon, dear Lord ! I am a sinful man ; 
 
 I have denied thee thrice. Have mercy on me ! 
 
 the others, coming to land. 
 
 Dear Lord ! stay with us ! cheer us ! comfort us ! 
 Lo ! we again have found thee ! Leave us not ! 
 
 CHRISTUS. 
 
 Bring hither of the fish that ye have caught, 
 And come and eat ! 
 
 JOHN. 
 
 Behold ! he breaketh bread 
 As he was wont. From his own blessed hands 
 Again we take it. 
 
The Sea of Galilee. 27 r 
 
 CHRISTUS. 
 
 Simon, Son of Jonas, 
 Lovest thou me, more than these others ? 
 
 PETER. 
 
 Yea, 
 More, Lord, than all men ; even more than these. 
 Thou knowest that I love thee. 
 
 CHRISTUS. 
 
 Feed my lambs. 
 
 thomas, aside. 
 How more than we do ? . He remaineth ever 
 Self-confident and boastful as before. 
 Nothing will cure him. 
 
 CHRISTUS. 
 
 Simon, son of Jonas, 
 Lovest thou me ? 
 
 PETER. 
 
 Yea, dearest Lord, I love thee. 
 Thou knowest that I love thee. 
 
 CHRISTUS. 
 
 Feed my sheep. 
 
272 The Divine Tragedy, 
 
 thomas, aside. 
 
 Again, the selfsame question, and the answer 
 Repeated with more vehemence. Can the Master 
 Doubt if we love him ? 
 
 christus. 
 
 Simon, son of Jonas. 
 Lovest thou me ? 
 
 peter, grieved. 
 
 Dear Lord ! thou knowest all things. 
 Thou knowest that I love thee. 
 
 CHRISTUS. 
 
 Feed my sheep. 
 When thou wast young thou girdedst thyself, and 
 
 walkedst 
 Whither thou wouldst ; but when thou shalt be old. 
 Thou shalt stretch forth thy hands, and other men 
 Shall gird and carry thee whither thou wouldst not. 
 Follow thou me ! 
 
 JOHN, aside. 
 It is a prophecy 
 Of what death he shall die. 
 
 
The Sea of Galilee, 273 
 
 peter, pointing to john. 
 
 Tell me, O Lord, 
 And what shall this man do ? 
 
 christus. 
 
 And if I will 
 He tarry till I come, what is it to thee ? 
 Follow thou me ! 
 
 PETER. 
 
 Yea, 1 will follow thee, dear Lord and Master ! 
 Will follow thee through fasting and temptation. 
 Through all thine agony and bloody sweat, 
 Thy cross and passion, even unto death ! 
 

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