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SEATONIAN POEMS. 
 
SEATONIAN POEMS. 
 
 „. THE/ 
 
 J. m'^neale, u 
 
 BY TH] 
 
 REV. T. M: NEALE, M.A., 
 
 LATE SCHOLAR OF TRINITY COLLEGE; ^^ , /^ e<> » 
 
 WARDEN OF SACKVILLE COLLEGE, EAST GRINSTEAD. 
 
 deighton, bell, and CO. 
 
 LONDON: BELL AND DALDY. 
 1864 
 
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 . TO 
 
 THE LORD BISHOP OF CHICHESTER, 
 
 ARE, 
 
 IN TOKEN OF 
 
 VENERATION OF HIS CHARACTER AND OFFICE, 
 
 AND OF THANKFULNESS 
 
 FOR HIS MANY LABOURS, 
 
 BY PERMISSION, 
 
 DEDICATED. 
 
 BY 
 
PREFACE. 
 
 It need hardly be said that, in writing, one by one, 
 the following Poems, I never had the most distant idea 
 of collecting them into a volume. 
 
 The publisher, however, finding that they were 
 enquired for, not only at the time of their appear- 
 ance, but some years after, requested me to allow 
 their republication in a collected form. 
 
 Even so, I was unwilling to sanction a reprint 
 which can have interest for so very few : but the 
 offer on condition of their republication, of help to 
 a work of charity, in which I am dearly interested, 
 overcame my repugnance. 
 
 I have since had cause to be thankful that I gave 
 way; in that I have thus been allowed to dedicate 
 these Seatonians to my Bishop. 
 
vi PREFACE. 
 
 Melchior Barlaeus, at the end of his Mynjieco- 
 strategia, a poem of 322 Hnes, writes : Die uno lusit 
 Patavii, xxi Aprilis, 1564; let us hope as an excuse 
 rather than a boast. Certainly it is for the former 
 reason I mention, that the Sinai of these Seatonians 
 was commenced in the morning, and the fair copy 
 completed in the evening, of one and the same day. 
 
 Sackville College, 
 
 Wkitstm-Mofiday , 1864. 
 
CONTENTS. 
 
 Page 
 THE LOOSING OF THE EUPHRATEAN ANGELS . i 
 
 EDOM ...... 31 
 
 MAMMON ...... 59 
 
 JUDITH ...... 81 
 
 SINAI ....... 105 
 
 EGYPT ...... -127 
 
 THE DISCIPLES AT EMMAUS . . . .179 
 
 RUTH ...... 203 
 
 KING JOSIAH ...... 227 
 
 THE SEVEN CHURCHES OF ASIA ... 247 
 
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 4 
 
THE LOOSING OF 
 THE EUPHRATEAN ANGELS. 
 
 1845. 
 
THE^LOOSING OF THE EUPHRA TEAN 
 ANGELS. 
 
 Once more farewell ! The sunset ray 
 
 Is glittering on the tropic bay: 
 
 Its waves are glorious to behold, 
 
 With crests of crimson and of gold: 
 
 But glow, by passing Zephyrs kiss'd, 
 
 At distance like an amethyst. 
 
 And clouds of brightness o'er them glance, 
 
 As 'twere in mystic fairy dance. 
 
 And with celestial fingers weave 
 
 A coronet for parting Eve 
 
 Of wildly purple light: 
 
 * The following Poem is grounded on the commonly received hypothesis, 
 that by the /otir Angels ai-e signified the four principal Sultanies of the 
 Saracenic empire, which, having been " bound" by the Crusades, were 
 " loosed," and permitted to extend themselves after the fall of the Latin 
 Dominion in Palestine, and the ruin of Constantinople. 
 
THE LOOSING OF 
 
 It comes! it comes! that matchless glow 
 On heaven above, and earth below, 
 Which brightest dream can never know 
 Till Fancy yields to sight! 
 
 II. 
 
 Lo! through the deepening twilight, peep 
 On heaven's serene and azure deep, 
 The shining squadrons of the sky, 
 That never beam on northern eye: 
 Canopus, like imperial gem 
 On night's eternal diadem, 
 And nameless constellations rise 
 That vie with England's winter skies. 
 
 And half replace their loss: 
 But chief, in perfect beauty drest. 
 Like conscious Empress of the rest, 
 
 The peerless Southern Cross. 
 Day lingers yet with rosy smile 
 Upon thy peaks, sweet mountain-isle! 
 
 Or calmly dies away: 
 
THE EUPHRATEAN ANGELS. 5 
 
 Where once, through sunshine or through shower, 
 From break of mom till evening hour 
 
 My feet were wont to stray: 
 The dizzy bridge that spann'd the abyss. 
 The goat-path down the precipice, 
 
 The mountain-stream, I knew: 
 The peak in sunset purple deck'd, 
 The cloud on crag sublimely wreck'd, — 
 And mark'd the boundless sea reflect 
 
 The sky's intenser blue: 
 What time the thunder-cloud was spread 
 On Ruivo's crest of gloomy red. 
 And Arrieiros' mighty head 
 
 Shone out in evening-gold; 
 And modest twilight stole along 
 The needle ridge of sharp Cidrao,* 
 And sweet machete was mixed with song 
 
 In the dim ' Pilgrims' Fold.' 
 O lovelier far than tongue can tell, 
 Eternal mountains! fare ye well! 
 
 "" Pico Rulvo, Pico dos Arrieiros, Pico do Cidrao — mountains in Madeira. 
 
THE LOOSING OF 
 
 III. 
 
 Eternal! Strange and vain the word 
 Thus of terrestrial beauty heard! 
 E'en now it lingers not, — the day 
 When that magnificent array 
 Like morning clouds must pass away 
 
 And leave no trace behind: 
 Thus by its ruin giving birth 
 To those new Heav'ns and that new Earth, 
 The resting-place of Peace and Love, 
 The mansions promised from above 
 
 To ransom'd human-kind : 
 The day in types and signs foretold 
 By seers that prophesied of old ; 
 A day of darkness and of woe, 
 Whose advent, angel may not know. 
 
 Nor man to man declare; 
 Thus taught to spend his hours below 
 
 In watching unto prayer: 
 Lest haply, coming like a thief, 
 That time of terror and of grief 
 
 Should take him unaware. 
 
THE EUPHRATEAN ANGELS. 
 
 IV. 
 Yet not unheralded by fear 
 The End of all things shall draw near: 
 By portents, writ in heavenly lines, 
 By 'fearful sights and mighty signs.' 
 The blood-red moon shall walk no more 
 Her path of brightness, as before; 
 The ocean with unwonted roar, 
 And anguish'd moan, shall vex his shore. 
 
 The sun be clad in black: 
 The heaven, and all its powers decay, 
 The constellations fade away; 
 And, as she hastens to her end. 
 Must Nature's suffering self portend 
 
 The universal rack. 
 So saith the vision from on high, 
 The 'more sure word of prophecy.' 
 
 V. 
 
 Such scenes, serene in faith the while. 
 On that Apocalyptic isle 
 
 The loved Apostle saw: 
 
THE LOOSING OF 
 
 Elect and blest ! To him alone 
 The future glory was made known, 
 The emerald rainbow round the Throne, 
 And God, their God, from Whom His own 
 
 Eternal comfort draw: 
 The sea of glass, serenely fair, 
 The thousand times ten thousand there 
 
 That worship day and night: 
 What time, in mystic vision set. 
 He viewed the things that were not yet: 
 
 And thence, with piercing sight, 
 To earth her future fate reveals 
 In the dread Loosing of the Seals ! 
 
 VI. 
 
 'Tis done! A sevenfold Angel-band 
 Take golden trumpets in their hand, 
 And there, the Eternal Throne around. 
 Each hath prepared himself to sound. — 
 The first shrill blast ! *" And issuing forth 
 From the cold regions of the North, 
 
 * Rev. viii. 7. 
 
THE EUPHRATEAN ANGELS. 
 
 With flinty hearts, and wild blue eyes, 
 And dissonance of barbarous cries, 
 
 Germanic myriads, pour'd 
 On the sweet land of corn and wine. 
 Athwart the pathless Apennine, 
 
 The mountain-torrent ford : 
 On, on they sweep with whirlwind-sway, 
 Through steel and fire and death obey 
 
 The bidding of their lord : 
 And Roman legions shrink and quail. 
 And vain the trust in lance and mail 
 
 And well-attemper'd sword: 
 Wake, Rome, O wake! 'Tis all too late! 
 The Goth, the Goth is at thy gate! 
 Maiden and veteran, babe and sire. 
 Have known 'the mingled haiF and fire' 
 
 Of that barbarian horde. 
 
 VII. 
 
 Another blast! With dauntless breast 
 The conqueror hastens to the West: 
 
 * Rev. viii. 7. 
 
lo THE LOOSING OF 
 
 O'er prostrate realms and kings he trod, 
 
 — Dark Attila, the Scourge of God ! 
 
 Anguish, and rapine, and dismay 
 
 Attend the victor's reddening way: 
 
 On Rome's imperial ocean came 
 
 A mighty mount,-'' that blazed with flame: 
 
 Amidst that troubled sea it glowed, 
 
 And the changed billow foam'd with blood. 
 
 Another woe is past : 
 And yet it slumbereth not, the sword 
 That works the Vengeance of the Lord: 
 And dreader fury is outpour'd 
 
 With each succeeding blast. 
 And still the Angel-voice we know 
 Proclaiming sadly, Woe ! Woe ! Woe ! 
 
 VIII. 
 
 From the land of the spice-tree, the land of the palm, 
 Where founts scatter freshness, and flowers breathebalm. 
 Where the breeze, as it travels the greenwood, brings 
 A thousand sweets on his silken wings, 
 
 ■^ Rev. viii. 8. 
 
THE E UPHRA TEAM ANGELS. 1 1 
 
 And the sky hath no cloud, and the fair earth smiles 
 In the lovely array of the Fortunate Isles ; 
 Where at twilight, beside the shady well. 
 You may catch the chime of the camel' s-bell ; 
 And the hill and the dale are fair to see 
 With the glossy green of the coffee-tree : 
 From the land, on whose happy confines press 
 The fearful realms of the wilderness. 
 With its blistering heat, and its fierce white glare. 
 And the fire of its sun, and the drought of its air ; 
 Where from close of twilight till blush of mom, 
 Led forth by the strains of the clarion and horn, 
 They journey right onward, — the pilgrim array, — 
 For the "Ship of the Desert" can teach them the way: 
 — From Araby's country, the far East's boast, 
 The great False Prophet goes out with his host! 
 
 IX. 
 
 They gather ! they thicken ! on, on, they pour ! 
 'Tis a land as the Garden of Eden* before : 
 Ye may mark their track as they onward press, — 
 'Tis a blighted and desolate wilderness : 
 
 ■^ Joel ii. 3. 
 
12 THE LOOSING OF 
 
 They ford the river, they scale the bank, 
 
 They stumble not in their serried rank, 
 
 They laugh at pity, they mock at fear, 
 
 They scorn the shaking of sword and spear ; 
 
 And the tramp of their horse is as dread and as loud 
 
 As the burst of a mountain thunder-cloud ; 
 
 And the mail of their horsemen as thick to the eye 
 
 As the locust-swarm of an Afric sky ; 
 
 And the gold-deck'd turban is seen afar, 
 
 And ye know the flash of the scymetar: 
 
 Their prince Abaddon"^" hath well his name, 
 
 For ruin and havock is all their aim: 
 
 And men, as they view that onward tide. 
 
 Shall pant for death as for plighted bride ! 
 
 X. 
 
 And hark ! for the camp and the battle -hour. 
 The dread seducer hath words of power : 
 "They that shall fall in march or fight, 
 Are called by Allah to realms of light: 
 Where in giant pearls the Houris dwell, 
 And reach to the faithful the wine-red shell: 
 
 * Rev. viii. ii. 
 
THE EUPHRATEAN ANGELS. 13 
 
 With their words so sweet, and their forms so fair, 
 
 Their gazelle-hke eyes, and their raven hair: 
 
 Where the raptured ear may drink its fill 
 
 Of the heavenly music of Izrahil : 
 
 And Tuba, next Allah's throne on high. 
 
 Owes gladness and Immortality. 
 
 One sight of that Paradise well repays 
 
 Long nights of watching and weary days : 
 
 And he that falls with his sword in hand 
 
 Shall wake at once in the promised land. 
 
 And monarch on monarch, and state on state. 
 
 Shall be conquer'd by Islam, — for Allah is great: 
 
 And the faithful shall gather the gold like dust. 
 
 And the gems like pebbles, for Allah is just: 
 
 And shall comfort His warriors, and wipe their tears. 
 
 In the endless repose of Eternity's years !" 
 
 XL 
 
 Speed, speed the summons West and North! 
 Call each recruit and veteran forth! 
 Herald of woe ! ere yet too late. 
 Haste for thy life across the strait! 
 
14 THE LOOSING OF 
 
 Legate and Prefect, one and all, 
 Double the guards, and man the wall! 
 Where are the legions, Asia's boast, 
 Where Lycia's pride, and Phrygia's hostl 
 Make one brave stand, hold firm one post. 
 
 The invaders are but men ! 
 Be sons indeed of them that died 
 In trampling Carthaginian pride, 
 And forced Jugurtha's battle-tide 
 
 To his own wilds again ! 
 
 XII. 
 
 On, on they roll ! Ye might as well 
 Check with a sand-mound Ocean's swell. 
 As with pale foot and dastard horse. 
 Dream to oppose the invader's course! 
 Now in the desert, — now, elate. 
 He thunders at Damascus' gate ; — 
 
 The queenly city falls : 
 And trumpets mix with shrieks of woe. 
 And streams of blood, like water, flow 
 
 In Antioch's purple halls. 
 
THE EUPHRA TEAN ANGELS. 15 
 
 Avoid that hour of hopeless grief: 
 Tiberias ! hail the victor chief ! 
 Fair Salem, once the earth's delight, 
 And precious in the Almighty's sight, 
 The irrevocable doom is spoke. 
 Prepare thee for the Othman yoke ! 
 — And still, in unopposed advance, 
 The turban'd squadrons shake the lance : 
 Their's is the growth of Egypt's fields, 
 And trembling Alexandria yields 
 
 The riches of the main : 
 And sea-girt Carthage, she that erst 
 The Roman bands had well-nigh burst, 
 Stoops to the Moslem yoke accurst, 
 
 And wears the Prophet's chain ! 
 
 XIII. 
 
 Oh, who may count the hopeless tears 
 That thick bedew the waste of years. 
 While, gathering strength and winning fame, 
 Westward and westward Islam came ! 
 
i6 THE LOOSING OF 
 
 A traitor calls : with hope elate 
 They man the ships, they cross the strait : 
 And Calpe, from her beacon-brow, 
 Hath caught the nearing squadron now: 
 And Roderick, waked by battle-din 
 From dreams of pleasure and of sin, 
 Would fain avert, by one brave blow. 
 The trespass that hath wrought him woe, 
 And end, o'ermatch'd in bloody strife. 
 By noble death ignoble life. 
 And Lusitania weeps in chains. 
 And Ebro flows through captive plains. 
 
 And no deliverer nigh : 
 Save where, the seat of Christian throne. 
 Mountain Asturias holds her own ; 
 
 And Gaul, with gladden'd eye. 
 Surveys the heaps of them that fell 
 Beneath the sword of stern M artel ! 
 
 XIV. 
 
 Europe is up ! from the cot to the throne 
 
 The summons that issued from Clermont is known 
 
THE E UPHRA TEA N A NGELS. 1 7 
 
 The arrow they feather, the bow they shape, 
 From the snow-crown'd Alp to the Icy Cape : 
 There is donning of hehiQet in England and France, 
 There is girding of armour and whetting of lance : 
 The war-cry is loud, and the pennon is spread 
 From the Holy Island to Beachy Head : 
 They have taken the vow to be spent and to spend 
 From the cliffs of Dover to far Land's End : 
 And the knights of Normandy burnish the mail, 
 And the burghers of Calais equip the sail : 
 The yeoman comes down from the green hill-side; 
 The lover forsaketh the plighted bride; 
 And Kentish shepherds the sheephook spurn. 
 And the vines are untended in mountain Auvergne : 
 And brambles grow in the field apace, 
 And the deer is tame in the wildwood chase : 
 And the peasant hath shod his oxen twain 
 To serve for steeds in the warrior-train : 
 And farewells are spoken, and vows are made. 
 And prayers are breathed for the great Crusade. 
 For those Four Angels that dwell around 
 The streams of Euphrates must straitly be bound. 
 
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1 8 THE LOOSING OF 
 
 XV. 
 
 Like clouds, that in the April day 
 O'er hill and valley flit away, 
 And as the breeze goes by, the grass 
 Can show no traces where they pass. 
 So those rude bands, untaught to know 
 The wiles and onset of the foe. 
 Whose skill-less hand so lately took 
 The javelin for the pruning-hook, 
 Through Europe poured the stream amain 
 That never should return again. 
 The last fierce strife for life and death, 
 The failing hand, the gasping breath, 
 The dying shriek, the anguish fell, 
 Hungarian wolves, ye know right well ; 
 Far, far from every loved one's reach 
 Their graveless bones are left to bleach ; 
 And long the widow's heart shall beat 
 At every sound of entering feet, 
 Too fondly deeming him at hand 
 ,That moulders in Bohemian sand. 
 
THE EUPHRATEAN ANGELS. 19 
 
 And long the sire, though weary now 
 Of trembUng limb and wrinkled brow, 
 Shall call on Heaven with earnest cries 
 That still his son may close his eyes. 
 Few, few of many, shall behold 
 Santa Sophia's vaults of gold : 
 And fewer win their passage o'er 
 The love-famed strait to Asia's shore. 
 
 XVI. 
 
 But louder the tumult and braver the sight 
 Where the knighthood of Europe are trick'd for the 
 
 fight: 
 With Godfrey of Boulogne and Fulke of Anjou 
 And Robert of Normandy, "tender and true": 
 And the banners wave and the clarions peal, 
 And the host, as it moves, is one glare of steel : 
 They know not of doubt, and they dream not of 
 
 flight, 
 For their faces are set like a rock for the fight : 
 And the coward Caesar grows pale afar, 
 And his trembling courtiers the straits would bar : 
 
20 THE LOOSING OF 
 
 But who shall gainsay them? but who may deny 
 A passage to those that will force it or die? 
 Through Asia they sweep in their terrible might ; 
 On the plains of Nicsea they muster for fight : 
 They circle Antioch with mound and fosse, 
 And the Crescent is humbled beneath the Cross : 
 And thinn'd in numbers, but glad of soul, 
 They stand at length at their journey's goal ! 
 
 XVII. 
 
 Fit theme of high emprise for thee, 
 Bard of romance and chivalry! 
 How first that band, with joyful awe. 
 Afar the Holy City saw: 
 How minaret and dome and spire 
 Glow'd in the parting sunbeam's fire : 
 Mingling that wondrous tale the while 
 With knightly gest and wizard's guile. 
 How, when the hard-fought day was o'er, 
 And Salem own'd the Cross once more, 
 They bade Duke Godfrey take the helm, 
 And guide the tempest-troubled realm : 
 
THE EUPHRATEAN ANGELS. - 21 
 
 But where his Suffering Lord had worn 
 The Crown inwove with twisted Thorn, 
 He would not, — humble chief as bold, — 
 Put on the diadem of gold. 
 
 XVIII. 
 
 Alas ! far other theme is ours : 
 We have the thorns, and he the flowers : 
 'Tis ours to trace, in mournful line, 
 The fated kingdom's slow decline : 
 How with his sires the monarch slept, 
 And Salem o'er his ashes wept : 
 And year by year, and day by day, 
 Resolve and courage died away: 
 And civil feuds wax'd fierce and high, 
 And friends were far, and foemen nigh; 
 And Christian knights dislionour'd troth, 
 And monarchs swerved from plighted oath ; 
 And midst the invader's battle-cry 
 There came the sound of revelry; 
 And Moslem-conquerors round the few 
 In ever-narrowing circle drew. — 
 
22 THE LOOSING OF 
 
 Still, mindful of her brethren's cause, 
 Her sword avenging Europe draws : 
 She sent the noble and the brave 
 To victory, — and they found a grave ! 
 
 XIX. 
 
 Waken the trump ! Bid alann-bells ring out ! 
 Speed forth the herald ! make ready the scout ! 
 Galleys of Pisa ! strain yard and bend mast ! 
 Stout be the oarsmen and steady the blast ! 
 Pass ye the tidings by pen and by mouth, — 
 Saladin, Saladin comes from the South ! 
 Troops he hath victuall'd, forced marches he makes : 
 Quarter in battle he gives not nor takes : 
 Lo ! 'tis his herald that biddeth King Guy 
 Look to his palace, for ruin is nigh ! 
 He hath sworn by the Black Stone of Mecca to rest 
 When abased is the pride of fair Galilee's crest : 
 When the Templars' fierce lances have melted away, 
 As the wind drives the leaves on November's dim day : 
 When the wealth of the burghers is pillaged and gone. 
 And Palestine knows not the Knights of Saint John : 
 
THE EUPHRATEAN ANGELS. 23 
 
 When Salem hath bow'd to the Crescent again, 
 And her king is his captive, — but never till then ! 
 
 XX. 
 
 At Sephoris they make their stand, 
 The bulwarks of the threaten'd land : 
 There Amauld, shame of Christian knights, 
 There Raoul of the thousand fights ; 
 There, false of heart, in vauntings high, 
 The traitor-Count of Tripoli ; 
 Props of the state, the Orders twain 
 Have sent their brethren to the plain : 
 And forced at last to meet the foe, 
 King Guy stakes all on that one throw. 
 No needed rest, — no truce from arms: 
 The night is wild with fresh alarms : 
 And evermore, with battle-shout, 
 The Turcopules are up and out. 
 Oh ! for one drop of water now 
 For the parch'd throat and burning brow ! 
 At eve the dread sirocco came 
 To fan the desert into flame ; 
 
24 THE LOOSING OF 
 
 No shadows slake that heat intense, 
 No evening-dews their bahn dispense : 
 And windward fires blazed high and bright, 
 With demon-art, the livelong night : 
 And many a yeoman sigh'd in vain 
 For England's splashing streams again : 
 x\nd many a knight, with eager eye, 
 Caught the first reddening of the sky, 
 Presaging with its mournful glow 
 A redder battle-field below ! 
 
 XXI. 
 
 But why pursue, in gloomy strain, 
 The havock of Tiberias' plain, 
 
 And bid its memory wake? 
 Was the prophetic voice in vain 
 
 That from the Altar spake % 
 Loose the Four Angels, said that sound. 
 That yet, in dread Euphrates bound, 
 ' Their mystic chain obey: 
 
THE EUPHRATEAN ANGELS. 25 
 
 Avenging spirits, that have power 
 A year,^ a month, a day, an hour, 
 The third of men to slay. 
 
 XXII. 
 
 'Tis a fair spring morning! The breeze is high, 
 
 The clouds flit fast through the bright blue sky; 
 
 And the voice of the trumpet sinks and swells 
 
 O'er the purple waves of the Dardanelles : 
 
 And IMoslem cries on the gale are borne 
 
 From the Seven fair Towers to the Golden Horn : 
 
 And clarions echo and cannons roar 
 
 From the Grecian walls to the Lycian shore; 
 
 For by Othman bands, at their Lord's behest, 
 
 The Caesar's City is hardly press'd. 
 
 And the strong man totters with hunger now, 
 
 And the mother weeps o'er her child's cold brow: 
 
 And Prince and burgher are full of woe. 
 
 For famine liath come to aid the foe. 
 
 But tidings are spread from gate to gate, — 
 
 " Five Christian galleys are off the strait ! " 
 
 * Rev. ix. 14. 
 
26 THE LOOSING OF 
 
 With countless myriads the walls are lined 
 
 That gaze on the billows and watch the wind : 
 
 For steadily onward they win their way, 
 
 And their prows are white with the snowy spray: 
 
 They near the harbour, they cross the bar, 
 
 And their cannon sweep the waves afar : 
 
 In vain shall the fleet, like a crescent, spread 
 
 From fair Chalcedon to Pera's head : 
 
 In vain shall the Moslem tyrant chafe : 
 
 The harbour is won, and the City is safe ! 
 
 'Twas the last brave deed of a falling land : 
 
 The Lord hath spoken, and who shall withstand? 
 
 XXIII. 
 
 More glorious then, with kingly mien. 
 The Palaeologus was seen 
 In that sad night, when hope was gone, 
 And his last morn was drawing on, 
 Than that Imperial line, so long 
 Renown'd in history and in song, 
 The memory of whose ancient sway. 
 In few brief hours must pass away. 
 
THE EUPHRATEAN ANGELS. 27 
 
 At midnight held they council high 
 How best like Christian chiefs to die : 
 How the great Empire, sinking fast, 
 Most gloriously should end at last. 
 For all that night, by torch and lamp, 
 They labour in the invader's camp : 
 They level mound, they fill ravine, 
 The ladder plant, and pile fascine, 
 And fourscore galleys, moor'd at hand. 
 Threaten, with lofty prow, the strand. 
 The Csesar joins in rites Divine, 
 Eternal Wisdom ! in Thy shrine : 
 And pardon from his vassals takes. 
 And mans each post, — for morning breaks : 
 And then, with all untroubled eye. 
 Leaving his halls, goes forth to die. 
 
 XXIV. 
 
 The hour is come ! the war-cries wake : 
 By sea and land assault they make : 
 And cannons roar, and bastions shake, 
 And arrows shower like rain : 
 
28 THE LOOSING OF 
 
 And, careless of the heaps that fall, 
 They hurry onwards towards the wall 
 
 The helpless peasant train, 
 Whose corpses soon shall form the way 
 By which tlieir lord may reach his prey. 
 From morn till noon the fosse they fill : 
 The bridge of death grows higher still ; 
 The Christian bands, with labouring breath, 
 Are faint and wearied in the death 
 
 Of such ignoble foes : 
 Till fresh and panting for the war, 
 With lance, and pike, and scymetar. 
 
 The Janizaries rose : 
 And pouring in resistless tide 
 Havock and ruin far and wide. 
 They whelm the city's hapless side, 
 And wall and battlement are dyed 
 
 With freshly welling gore : 
 To new attacks the chieftains call 
 With trumpet, drum, and atabal : 
 From line and galley, bridge and wall. 
 
 They thunder evermore. 
 
THE EUPHRATEAN ANGELS. 29 
 
 The Caesar flings away the robe 
 That once had sway o'er half the globe : 
 He finds the warrior's death he sought, 
 And, living while her monarch fought, 
 Rome and her sway are o'er. 
 
 XXV. 
 
 Seal up the vision ! Empires must decay. 
 And monarchs, with their people, pass away: 
 And conquerors on the paths of victory press, 
 And fruitful lands become a wilderness ; 
 Resistless nations rise from realms unknown. 
 The mighty fail, the slave ascend the throne : 
 But all, as history's opening leaves unfold, 
 Fulfil the doom the Eternal spake of old : 
 Until, redeem'd and purified from sin, 
 The fulness of the Gentiles shall come in. 
 And that Archangel's voice from shore to shore 
 Proclaims in thunder. Time shall be no more; 
 And they that sleep shall hear the trumpet's call, 
 And Heaven rejoice, and God be All in all ! 
 
EDOM, 
 
 1849. 
 
EDOM. 
 
 I. 
 
 As Autumn-clouds, when day is almost done, 
 Crowd from the West, in gloomy splendour dyed, 
 And rear a death-pavilion for the sun, 
 With purpler radiance clothing mountain-side, 
 And flinging ghastlier hues on ocean's tide ; 
 While the great forest moans, for far and near 
 The fitful breezes strip her summer pride ; 
 Wilder the sky, the landscape grows more drear, 
 And Nature stands in awe, and men's hearts fail for 
 fear : 
 
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34 EDOM. 
 
 II. 
 So Earth hath reached her evening. Even now 
 The shadows of her night are closing round ; 
 The dimmed crown trembles on the kingly brow, 
 Imperial cities totter to the gromid, 
 And all the Powers of Darkness are unbound ; 
 For hearts held truest, rights deemed holiest erst, 
 Weighed in the balances, are wanting found ; 
 And Faith like chaff before the storm dispersed, 
 
 And laws of God are scorned, and human ties are 
 burst. 
 
 III. 
 Spirit of Truth, Who knowest all our fears ! 
 Prophetic light amidst the gloom display, 
 To Whom one day is as a thousand years. 
 To Whom a thousand years are as one day; 
 By Whose unerring torch, in far survey, 
 The future woes Thy holy seers have kenned, 
 That war, and warlike rumours, and array 
 Of nation against nation, shall portend : 
 
 These things must come to pass, and then shall be 
 the end. 
 
EDOM. 35 
 
 IV. 
 O for a vision of the latter time 
 Like that which on the Apostate Prophet came ! 
 When, left of God, on Peor's heights sublime 
 He stood beside the sacrificial flame; 
 And, bearing each its annals and its name. 
 The shades of coming empires flitted past ; 
 He marked their waxing and their waning fame, 
 He saw the sceptres quail, the thrones downcast, 
 And His dominion rise, which only is to last. 
 
 V. 
 
 But 'tis not ours to turn the future page. 
 The page concealed from all, save only One ; 
 Enough, 'mid records of historic age. 
 To read how He hath said, and how 'twas done : 
 O Queen of many waters, how thy Throne 
 Was meted with destruction's utmost line, 
 And that a desert which was Babylon ; 
 How Ninus' towers have felt the doom divine; 
 How, Edom's sovereign once, imperial Petra, thine! 
 
J 
 
 6 EDOM. 
 
 VI. 
 Never, no nevermore, O Teman's pride, 
 Amidst thy streets shall sound the voice of glee; 
 Never the voice of bridegroom and of bride, 
 Never the tabret and the minstrelsy; 
 Never the wayfarer at nightfall see 
 The taper's gleam, the fire-light's friendly show; 
 The solitary eagle over thee 
 Poises, in evening splendour all a-glow. 
 
 And from his watch-tower marks destruction's realm 
 below. 
 
 vii. 
 Never, ^'^ thou giant of the days of old. 
 The sons of men shall haunt thy homes again; 
 Nor shall the shepherd near thee pitch his fold, 
 Nor shall th' Arabian harbour on thy plain ; 
 But doleful creatures there shall have domain, 
 The vulture's shriek resound, the jackal's cry; 
 The adder and the scorpion there shall reign : 
 Such, in th' eternal record writ on high, 
 
 Was Idumea's fate, the doom of Prophecy ! 
 
 * Isaiah xxxiv. lo — 17. 
 
EDOM. 37 
 
 VIII. 
 
 That old primaeval dwelling! where the sun 
 
 Shot dimly down athwart the forest glade, 
 And the soft breezes, with the eve begun, 
 Sweet whispering in the palm-tree branches made; 
 And dark-haired maidens, when the light decayed, 
 Came with the pitcher to the brimming well. 
 Lingering, till thro' the brake the fire-flies played, 
 And o'er Judaea's far hill-country fell 
 The twilight's crimson haze, and night dissolved the 
 spell. 
 
 IX. 
 
 Meet dwelling for a Patriarch ! there each night 
 To Abraham's God his orisons ascended ; 
 There, in the fragrance of the morning light, 
 With whispering leaves and wild-wood notes they 
 
 blended ; 
 There, too, each little knee in reverence bended, 
 At Isaac's bidding worshipped each twin-boy: 
 Then in the greenwood, those sweet matins ended. 
 Or in the sheepfold sought the known employ. 
 Beneath the hallowed shade of Beer-la-hai-roi. 
 
38 EDOM. 
 
 X. 
 
 Methinks that in that springtide of the world, 
 Woods, hills, and valleys glowed more green and 
 
 bright ; 
 With lustier sap the vine's young tendril curled 
 Around the wedded elm ; the morn was dight 
 With chains of brighter dewdrops, and the night 
 Kindled in lovelier tints the glowing West, 
 And moon and stars shed forth a purer light : 
 Meantime those two, in life's sweet opening blest, 
 In Mamre's shade abode, nor sought for other rest. 
 
 XI. 
 
 But oh, how far, from one same mountain pouring, 
 Twin streams at birth may speed their several way! 
 One through its rocky bed of torture roaring. 
 One gliding onward in its gentle play 
 Thro' sunny vales, and woods that breathe of May : 
 And those twin forms that in the forest vast 
 Together strayed, together knelt to pray. 
 Together sought their couch, — few years be past, — 
 Whose lot so widely thrown, so parted at the last? 
 
EDOM. 39 
 
 XII. 
 
 O Sin, mysterious still, as when at first 
 Our Father stretched his hand, and ate, and fell; 
 In children and in children's children curst, 
 And. flinging misery as by magic spell 
 O'er unborn generations ! — who may tell 
 The terrors of that slighted day of grace. 
 When he, who soon shall know his loss too well, 
 Can for a late repentance find no place. 
 And bears the curse himself, and brands it on his race ? 
 
 XIII. 
 
 'Tis done, the irrevocable deed! — And now, 
 Infatuate Esau, thou hast sinned away 
 Thy Birth-right's virtue ! vain to smite the brow — 
 To wring the hands — to bend the knees — to pray 
 "Hast thou not yet a blessing?" — But to-day 
 The promise was thine own: now, vainly wise. 
 Thou seest thy glory uttermost decay; 
 For that the grace of God thou didst despise. 
 The Curse* shall haunt thee still with dry and tearless 
 eyes. 
 
 * apa p.ripo7s aKAavarois vfxfxaaiu Trpoai(duei. 
 
 Sept. Cont. Tkeh. 696. 
 
40 EDOM. 
 
 XIV. 
 Yes, it is gone, the land with honey flowing, 
 The goodly land ! — it never can be thine ; 
 The Holy City in God's glory glowing. 
 The Temple, filled with brightness all divine. 
 The Altar, that shall be Earth's central shrine, 
 The festal rites of each revolving year. 
 The glories of the Sacerdotal line : 
 Thy treasury is the sword, thine empire fear. 
 Thy desolate abode the mountain-peaks of Seir. 
 
 XV. 
 
 He sowed the seed of Sin ; revolving years 
 Matured it into Death. As when the gale 
 On its light wings the seedling Upas bears. 
 And plants it, far from men, in Javan dale ; 
 From earth and air its little leaves inhale 
 The venom of its race, in every shoot, 
 Until it loads with death the tainted vale ; 
 So Esau's crime, that one primaeval root, 
 In Edom, age by age, brought forth its bitter fruit. 
 
EDOM. 41 
 
 XVI. 
 A morn of clouds and darkness ! Near and nearer 
 Around God's City draws the dense array; 
 Chaldean trumpets sounding clear and clearer, 
 The. requiem pour for Sion's fatal day; 
 Flashes from scimitar the clouded ray; 
 Echoes from crag and tower the trumpet's peal ; 
 Assyria's cohorts hew their bloody way; 
 Judaea's chosen warriors faint and reel ; 
 And shout responds to shout, and steel is clashed 
 on steel. 
 
 XVII. 
 
 The Temple glittering in its marble whiteness, 
 His heritage Whom Heaven can not contain, 
 That whilome . flashed intolerable brightness 
 From holy Olivet to Ramah's plain. 
 Vain now its Ark, its dread Shechinah vain; 
 The Lord of Sabaoth hath forsook His Throne ; 
 Around the brazen steps blood flows like rain ; 
 The shriek of agony, the stifled groan, 
 Burst from the scattering flock that late He called 
 His own. 
 
42 EDOM. 
 
 XVIII. 
 In flickering guise while yet the fire-wreaths played, 
 
 One sunbeam fell upon it, 'twas the last ; 
 
 And lit up portico and colonnade, 
 And that fair roof that earthly skill surpassed, 
 And those twin glorious pillars, dim and vast ; 
 Till gathering flames enwrapped it in their fold. 
 And from the fretted vaulting groin fell fast 
 The glittering dewdrops of the molten gold ; 
 And, volumed deep and thick, the smoke-cloud o'er 
 it rolled. 
 
 XIX. 
 
 There, on the marble pavement, where of yore 
 The vast assembly knelt to keep the Feast; 
 Close to the Altar, where they laid before 
 The spoils of India and the further East, 
 They lie, the mail-clad Prince, the grey-hair'd Priest, 
 The mother, clasping still her clay-cold child ; 
 And scarcely yet from earthly pangs released. 
 The maiden-form, — while that last terror wild 
 Still sits on her pale face, and tresses dust-defiled. 
 
EDOM. 43 
 
 XX. 
 
 Then Idumsea's mailed chiefs stood by, 
 And Teman's warriors ranged their cohorts round ; 
 " Be Sion for a ruin ! " was their cry ; 
 "Down with it ! Down with it unto the ground !" 
 And in the cross-ways^'' was the ambush found 
 To cut off Judah's remnant. Faint they came, 
 Wounded, and weak, and weary, with the sound 
 Yet in tlieir ears of shout and rushing flame ; 
 And 'scaped the foe to fall beneath a brother s aim. 
 
 XXI. 
 
 Woe to eternal anger! that can dare 
 Pursue its victim over land and tide, 
 That never ceases, never pauses, ne'er 
 Flags in its ardour, never turns aside. 
 By no fond prayers, no tears, is pacified. 
 Forgiveness laughs to scorn ; and then gives o'er 
 When in the heart-blood of its foeman dyed : 
 Woe to the hate that Teman's people borej 
 To Salem's chosen towers, the hate for evermore ! 
 
 * " Neither shouldest thou have stood in the cross-way," &c. Obad. 14. 
 t " Because he did pursue his brother with the sword, and did cast off all 
 pity. . . . T will send a fire upon Teman." Amos i. 11. 
 
44 EDOM. 
 
 XXII. 
 And think'st thou not, proud Kingdom, that her God 
 Will visit for the wrath that time defies? 
 The city that was low beneath His rod 
 Shall once more lift her turrets to the skies ; 
 The glory of the latter house shall rise 
 Beyond the former; yet on Sion's gate 
 The nations of the earth shall fix their eyes, 
 And Kings and Princes enter in with state, 
 Until the Monarch comes on Whom the world shall 
 wait. 
 
 XXIII. 
 
 But thou, hear thou thy doom. Thus saith the Lord : 
 " O thou^ that in the mountain-crags dost rest. 
 Vain is thy pride of dwelling, — vain the horde 
 In Seir's tall peaks that fix their eagle's nest \ 
 Others with peace and plenty shall be blest. 
 In bondage and dishonour shalt thou bow. 
 By danger harassed, and by want distrest; 
 If all the Earth rejoice, yet shalt not thou, 
 Who bear'st for evermore Cain's mark upon thy brow." 
 
 •^ Jeremiah xlix. 12 — 18. 
 
EDOM. 45 
 
 XXIV. 
 
 A change is on the vision : far and wide 
 
 Idols have fall'n, and shrines are in decay; 
 From East to West they own the Crucified, 
 And, the glad messengers of heavenly day 
 Go forth to preach His Name Who lives for aye ; 
 They tell it to Arabia's happy gales, 
 And where the Dead Sea's sullen waters play; 
 And Idumea, in her thousand vales, 
 Reflects that Sun to whom the day-star's radiance 
 pales. 
 
 XXV. 
 
 On Bosrah's heights the evening's glory falls ; 
 The grey rock flushes ; from the wilderness 
 The pilgrim marks the glow of Petra's walls. 
 Her palms that tower aloft in summer's dress. 
 Her fortress-crags, her marble terraces ; 
 But chief in matchless splendor catch the eye 
 The temples, where in God's great Name they bless; 
 For many a dome, upswelling to the sky, 
 Speaks to the praise of Him That rules Eternity. 
 
46 EDOM. 
 
 XXVI. 
 
 Aye, 'twas a glorious scene ! what time the Eve 
 Drew her soft fairy veil athwart those piles; 
 As if that house of beauty loth to leave, 
 Departing yet, she decked in loveliest smiles 
 The fair mosaics, and the long-drawn aisles. 
 And flowery capitals, and jewels rare. 
 And ivory, carved in thousand curious wiles ; 
 Where morn and night arose the chanted prayer 
 And hearts, inspired by Heaven, to Heaven ascended 
 there. 
 
 XXVII. 
 
 Founded they were midst agony and fears. 
 When Hell call'd all her forces to th' attack, 
 Midst widows' lamentations, orphans' tears. 
 Midst the wild beasts, the scaffold, and the rack, 
 By men the cost that counted, nor looked back, 
 But through the Cross went onward to the Crown : 
 Whose courage failed them not, nor love grew slack, 
 Until, the Tyrant's malice trampled down. 
 They saw that Lord for Whom on Earth they won 
 renown. 
 
EDO AT. 47 
 
 XXVIII. 
 
 May not their memories plead 1 and shall not all 
 The prayers, that like a cloud of incense rise, 
 The alms that like the dews of evening fall. 
 Prevail to avert the judgment of the skies'? 
 Is He extreme to mark iniquities 
 Whose name is Loving-kindness ? Shall He yet 
 Fix on that ancient deed avenging eyes, 
 And, in His seat of strictest justice set, 
 Remember Edom's sins, her deeds of love forget? 
 
 XXIX. 
 
 Themselves shall they deliver; and on high 
 With their great Lord accepted shall they stand ; 
 Shall wear the garments of felicity, 
 And drink in heavenly joys at His right hand; 
 Companions now of that victorious band 
 Who wear the garland after perils sore : 
 But think not in thy pride, accursed land, 
 That thou shalt profit by the toils they bore : 
 Thy sea of trouble rolls, though they have gained 
 the shore. 
 
4b EDOM. 
 
 XXX. 
 
 Hark^' to the savage uproar ! where afar 
 Rome's veteran soldiers, trembhng, loose the chain, 
 And, grating on strong hinges, draw the bar 
 Of those wild desert-fiends ! — With flowing mane, 
 And blood-shot eyeballs, they that long have lain 
 In durance, sally with impetuous bound, 
 And glory in their strength, and scour the plain : 
 A fence of death to compass Edom round, 
 Another scourge of God for Seir's unholy ground. 
 
 XXXI. 
 
 Again the vision changes. For with shout 
 
 And atabal and lance and scimitar 
 The apostate Prophet's hordes have issued out ; 
 And in the swelling surge of Islam's war 
 Nor mountain-range nor desert-waste can bar 
 The warriors of the Crescent, as they go 
 Onward and onward still : till Edom's star, 
 Majestic Petra, lays her honours low; 
 At once forsakes her God, at once admits His foe. 
 
 * The Chronicon Alexandrimim informs us, that the Emperor Decius 
 transported lions from Africa into Edom, to serve as a barrier against the 
 incursions of the Saracens. 
 
EDOM. 49 
 
 XXXII. 
 
 Yet still at even-tide the camel-bells 
 Come chiming up across the desert free ; 
 And at the gate the gathering concourse swells 
 The riches of the entering train to see; 
 The precious tears of that bright Indian tree, 
 And coral, torn from deep Philippine bay, 
 And amethyst, and Candian ivory, 
 And gems, that in Golconda's mines once lay. 
 And woven air, that vests the maidens of Cathay. 
 
 XXXIII. 
 
 And riches grow and splendour; and it seems 
 As all in vain prophetic doom were writ ; 
 And royal Petra, in her golden dreams. 
 Sees not before her feet the yawning pit; 
 The Lady of the desert doth she sit, 
 The arbitress of those twin seas; — the mart 
 Where all bright things of either world may flit. 
 All that may touch the eye or win the heart; 
 And w^ho shall lay her low*? — who bid her fame 
 depart % 
 
50 EDOM. 
 
 XXXIV. 
 O hard of heart to yield beUef ! shall He 
 On Whom the general powers of nature wait, 
 Who holds the elements in ministry, 
 While flame and cloud and tempest form the state 
 He takes, and billows swell to work the fate 
 His mouth shall speak, and lightnings speed intent ; 
 Shall He lack means thy pride of heart to abate % 
 Is He a mortal that He should repent? 
 Shall He pass by the sin, and check the punishment % 
 
 XXXV. 
 
 -It were a glorious thing, if we might be 
 
 Admitted to the Palace of the Air; 
 It were a glorious sight, if we might see 
 The treasures hid in dread arrayal there. 
 Against the day when mercy shall not dare 
 To check the arm of justice ; when on high 
 All fearful sights and mighty signs declare 
 The day of utter desolation nigh. 
 And hope becomes despair, and sorrow agony. 
 
EDOM. 51 
 
 XXXVI. 
 Not such the power the Lord's right arm hath turned 
 Against thee now ; a deadher curse is thine — 
 An iron sky, with drought perpetual burned, 
 A heaven of brass. O land of corn and wine ! 
 Henceforth thy doom is barrenness : the brine 
 Lies caked upon the desert, thick and hoar. 
 As early dew when Autumn's sun-beams shine : 
 Nor seek the cause, too deep for human lore ; 
 He works the wonder now Who prophesied before. 
 
 XXXVI I. 
 
 The sun is on the desert day by day, 
 The fierce Sirocco parches up the night. 
 The tall palms wither in the scorching ray, 
 The sand-waves kindle in intenser white : 
 Where once, the fainting traveller's delight, 
 The fountain threw its bubbling waters high, 
 And, scattering dew-gems round it pure and bright, 
 Went flashing forth beneath the summer's sky. 
 And reeds that whispered soft, and leaves made sweet 
 reply; 
 
52 EDOM. 
 
 XXXVIII. 
 
 There is a barren glen whereon the heat 
 Smites with its fiercest radiance ; bare and black 
 The crags frown o'er it, and when day-hues fleet, 
 Fling on the night-air dread reflection back : 
 Woe for the traveller on the desert-track 
 That hurrying thither, breathes his soul in prayer 
 One drop to find, his maddening thirst to slack ; 
 What agony of heart, what dim despair. 
 As down he sinks, to meet his dread foreboding there ! 
 
 XXXIX. 
 
 And hope and love and life are fading fast ; 
 The strong man's nerve and pulse avail him not ; 
 And still intenser breathes the fiery blast. 
 And vultures hover o'er the fated spot; 
 The lips are drawn ; a few tears, thin and hot. 
 Course down the pallid cheek ; the gasping sigh 
 Comes short and shorter; memory is forgot; 
 The hands' convulsive catch and glazing eye 
 Point to the conqueror. Death, and speak his coming 
 nigh. 
 
EDOM. 53 
 
 XL. 
 But Still he sees — O vision fond yet sweet ! — 
 The shady dell, the cattle by the pool, 
 The cold damp foot-falls of the fairies' feet 
 That print the grass in dewy evening cool : 
 Anon he dreams the tempest-clouds bear rule, 
 And the big drops are falling; — O that plash. 
 As strong desire turns Fancy to its fool ! 
 'Tis now like pattering rain on oak or ash, 
 And now as when o'er crags dark Foyer's waters crash. 
 
 XLI. 
 
 Such mortal wastes environ Edom round. 
 Fed by no dews, by no cool breezes fanned ; 
 The wandering Arab flies that fatal ground. 
 And tells of bones that whiten on the sand 
 Of them that came from some far Western land ; 
 And many a tale of awe he loves to weave 
 When tents are pitched, and camels patient stand ; 
 What time the caravan is hushed at eve. 
 And the last tints of day the western cloud- wreaths 
 leave. 
 
54 EDOM. 
 
 XLII. 
 Yea, and he speaks,* night closing darker in, 
 Of sounds, then heard when shepherds pen their fold, 
 Like tramp of horse, and battle's mingled din, 
 That haunt the fields where slaughter was of old ; 
 And wails, that make the very heart's blood cold, 
 And shouts of victory and trumpets' bray; 
 And next of low sad voices he hath told, 
 That from the hill-side call, at close of day, 
 The traveller by his name, and lure him from his way. 
 
 XLIII. 
 
 Woe for him then, as over crag and sand 
 The Spirit of the Wilderness leads on ; 
 Ne'er shall he see the watch-fires of his band ; 
 Forward and forward, till all hope is gone, 
 Chasing the voice mysterious. And anon 
 Of Pihahiroth's waste the legends tell, 
 Hard by the sea where Israel's glory shone. 
 How aye, since there the red-cross warriors fell, 
 Rings forth, at matin-hour, a ghostly matin-bell. 
 
 * This belief of the Arabs is mentioned repeatedly by Lord Lindsay, 
 Chateaubriand, and other travellers in the East. 
 
EDOM. , 55 
 
 XLIV. 
 
 Land of the drought, the famine, and the sword, 
 Land of unearthly terrors ! if it be 
 That, when thy cup of vengeance is outpoured. 
 There lacks one drop of perfect misery 
 To fill the goblet, — not alone on thee 
 These woes descend, but, like the plague-spot, spread 
 O'er them that walk thy plains. O Traveller, flee ; 
 They, and they only, have escaped that fled ; 
 And they that will abide, their doom be on their head ! 
 
 XLV. 
 
 Come forth in all thy beauty, Star of Night ! 
 Look down upon those ruins ! See, at last 
 For toilsome travel girt, and armed for fight. 
 The venturous traveller hath the desert past ; 
 On broken frieze and capital are cast 
 Fitful and death-like shadows, by the gleam 
 Of Arab chieftain's watch-fire, waning fast ; 
 That chief hath sworn the pilgrim Frank should dream 
 In Petra's walls, and drink of Wady Mousa's'^* stream. 
 
 * The Arab chief who conducted Captains Irby and Mangles swore by 
 the true faith of a Mussulman, that the Franks should drink of Wady Mousa, 
 in spite of the opposition of the Sheikh of that place. 
 
56 EDOM. 
 
 XLVI. 
 
 Yes, he has gained his end ! — has laughed to scorn 
 The perils of the desert and the sword ; 
 And those fair piles, of art majestic born, 
 His pencil's magic power hath safely stored; 
 For this to Heaven his earnest prayer was poured, 
 Prayer too successful, if he might but learn 
 The doom against the high adventure scored 
 Of them whose hearts for Petra's treasures yearn — 
 — Through Edom pass who may, he never shall return. 
 
 XLVII. 
 
 For ah ! too late, upon the fevered bed. 
 Tended by stranger hands and stranger hearts, 
 When round his eyes flit shadowy forms of dread. 
 And pestilence through every artery darts 
 Mysterious poison, and the sick man starts 
 At the dim gulph that he must pass — too late 
 Shall he remember, ere all memory parts, 
 How he that enters Idumea's gate 
 Shall speak his mortal doom, and ratify his fate.* 
 
 * " Thus will I make Mount Seir most desolate, and cut off from it 
 him that passeth out, and him that returneth." Ezek. xxxv. 7. Keith well 
 observes, that of the four principal travellers who have visited Edom, Irby 
 and Mangles did not pass through it, and they returned home ; Seetzen and 
 Burchhardt did pass through it, and they never returned. 
 
EDOM. 57 
 
 XLVIII. 
 How long, O Lord, how long ! And wilt Thou never 
 Look with Thy tender love on Esau's race? 
 And shall the whirlwind of destruction ever 
 Sweep in its wrath o'er Edom's dwelling-place'? 
 Th' immeasurable riches of Thy grace, 
 Shall they not win their wayl — The heavy sin^' 
 Hath heavily been punished : shall not place 
 At last be found that mercy enter in, 
 And that long-promised line of golden years begin? 
 
 XLIX. 
 
 Yes ! far as shore can stretch, or sail has reached, 
 Midst pagan wisdom and barbaric horde, 
 The everlasting Gospel must be preached, 
 And the One Faith acknowledge the One Lord: 
 Then, when as o'er the deep the waves are poured, 
 And earth is full of that All-glorious Name, 
 For Idumea mercy shall be stored. 
 And Seir's wild mount shall yet His praise proclaim, 
 And for her grief have joy, and double for her shame. 
 
 * Die schwere Schuld ist schwer gebiisst. Schiller. 
 
58 EDOM. 
 
 L. 
 
 O let that day approach ! when now at length 
 The kingdoms of the world shall own His sway, 
 The Everlasting! when in matchless strength 
 The Gospel-Heralds shall have won their way, 
 Changed hopelessness to hope, turned night to day, 
 Lightened the blind, taught praises to the dumb, 
 Yea, raised up life in death. And still we pray, 
 Our first desire and last, and wishes' sum, 
 Hasten that glorious time! O God, Thy kingdom 
 come ! 
 
MAMMON. 
 
 1852. 
 
MAMMON. 
 
 Twilight is on the broad and glorious Rhine ! 
 From dark ravine and dewy valley now 
 Each stream-voice echoes hoarser : pinegroves sing 
 Their everlasting strain more solemnly, 
 Faint in the distance; faint, and yet most sweet. 
 Like spirit-whisperings, that, when night grows old 
 And the sick taper glimmers faintlier, call 
 The righteous Homeward : brighter ev'n than that, 
 (Bright though that be) wherewith the moon to-night 
 Decks the Seven Mountains. Each, with base en- 
 wrapped 
 In solitude and mist and shade, exalts 
 His noble head to a serener world, 
 And wears a halo-diadem of light. 
 
62 MAMMON. 
 
 'Twere no unworthy lesson, gazing first 
 On that celestial splendour, where the star 
 That bids the shepherd fold, is riding high 
 'Twixt Lichtenstein and Sternberg, and the clouds 
 Bright as with bdellium and the onyx-stone 
 Attend the moon, and some few planets dare 
 Her fullest blaze of light, and deck the sky 
 With gems of gold, (that country's gold is good)*'' 
 Then to look down upon the waves that hide, 
 Dimpling and eddying in their seaward course. 
 That old mysterious treasure,! swept belike 
 Down to some river cavern, or concealed 
 In the fair treacherous arms of green Lurlei^ 
 So heavenly things with earthly scenes contrast: 
 They — those celestial riches — breathe of peace. 
 And draw the spirit up, by some sweet charm. 
 Into the City, whose abiding streets 
 Are golden, as it were transparent glass. 
 Whose light has jasper radiance, and whose throngs 
 
 * Genesis ii. 12. "And the gold of that land is good : there is bdellium 
 and the onyx-stone." 
 
 t The allusion is to the Legend of the Niebelungen, murdered by Hagen 
 for their treasure, now concealed in the Rhine. 
 
 \ The celebrated Rhine whirlpool, near Saint Goar. 
 
MAMMON. 63 
 
 Wear the blest diadem before their God, 
 
 And sing His endless praise. The earthly hoard, 
 
 That dim and yellow clay which men call gold, 
 
 O'er which the Rhine-waves chant, from age to age, 
 
 Their song of sadness, teaches other lore : 
 
 Tells of th' oppressor and th' oppressed ; the shriek 
 
 Of mortal fear, the thick short sob of death. 
 
 The midnight burial, and the ceaseless worm 
 
 That gnaws the conscience ; tells of fierce despair ; 
 
 And cries, as with the avenger's voice, for blood. 
 
 O Mammon ! thou hast won o'er this fair world 
 (Fair but for thee, and in thy spite yet fair) 
 A heritage of woe ! On many a moor 
 From Ural steppes, that greet the dawning day. 
 To the green prairies of the further west. 
 Thou rear St thy trophies. Where each autumn saw 
 The desert kindle with its blushing heath 
 In all its purple beauty, there, one morn, 
 There sank upon its breast a purpler stain. 
 Thence is the place accursed : thence at eve 
 The lated peasant shuns the spot, and tells 
 
64 MAMMON. 
 
 Of shrieks that, in the lull of autumn-gusts, 
 
 Mysterious rise, and footsteps not of earth ; 
 
 And as the shuddering circle gather in 
 
 Around the winter hearth, the murderer's tale 
 
 One moral ends : This did the lust of gold. 
 
 Thine, Spirit of all evil, where the Alps 
 
 Look from their southern barriers, hoar with snow, 
 
 Down on Italian plains, and all the land 
 
 Is young with life and spring, a land of vines 
 
 And olives, love and beauty, bloom and hope, — 
 
 Thine, midst dark ilex or the lighter shade 
 
 Of cork or green acacia, is the Cross, ^'' 
 
 That, grey with years and battered with the storm. 
 
 Tells yet, that God's great vengeance never sleeps. 
 
 In the far west, where suns go down in gold. 
 And fancy loves to linger, building up 
 Her domelike palaces in gorgeous clouds, 
 Islands there are of everlasting spring, 
 
 * The crosses erected in Southern Europe on spots where a murder has 
 been committed. 
 
MAMMON. 65 
 
 Where seas of deep calm blue smile"^" countlessly 
 'Twixt woods of emerald : where, in mimic war, 
 The green banana waves her giant flags, 
 Her silver trumpets the datura sounds, 
 And squadron'd forests, marshalFd as for fight, 
 March o'er the land : where birds of glorious wing, 
 Bright as some rainbow's fragments, kindle up 
 The twilight of the groves ; and earth and sky, 
 Redundant with their life, would render back 
 Their flush of beauty, their excess of song, 
 In sacrifice to God, who gave them all, — 
 Thou too hast altars here, thy cursed shrines,f 
 O Mammon, dark with crime, and based on blood : 
 Thither they came, those wanderers of the wave. 
 Who owned no nation, who adored no God 
 Save thee, thou Prince of this world ! in whose ears 
 The orphan's cries were song, whose flag was death, 
 In whose regard the widow's tears were joy, 
 
 * .... irovTiwuTe Kyfidruv 
 
 avripi9/xov y^Xaffixa 
 
 t The following lines allude to the custom of the Buccaneers, in conceal- 
 ing a treasure, to bury the body of a slave close by, in order that his spirit 
 might keep watch over the deposit. 
 
66 MAMMON. 
 
 And desolate hearths a triumph ; in whose hands 
 The cup that, brimmed with wine, had dregs of blood : 
 Thither they brought, their decks heaped high with 
 
 spoil. 
 Great ingots of rough gold, and priceless stones 
 That flashed a ruby-blaze, or softlier glowed 
 With emerald's sheen, or sapphire's, king of gems : 
 Goblets, embossed with rude barbaric pearl 
 That shone in Delhi's banquets, delicate shrines 
 Torn from the ancient church, where lilies hang 
 In silver droopingness, and oak-leaves wreathe 
 Their golden chaplets, and acanthus twines 
 Its cold moi[,t tendrils in metallic life; 
 They brought the treasures of the tomb, — the ring 
 That in the festival of bridal troth 
 Pledged Loveliness to Faith ; the ring that saw. 
 Through many an hour of hope and year of joy, 
 Bright eyes, and happy faces, and the light 
 Of tried affection, and the gathering group 
 Of rosebuds round the mother-rose ; the ring 
 That when this life in better life was lost. 
 And earthly swallowed up of heavenly love, 
 
MAMMON. 67 
 
 Decked the cold finger still, to teach that Faith 
 
 O'erleaps the grave, and Hope can mock at Death. 
 
 . . . .They furl the sails : the grating anchor drops : 
 
 The black flag quivers idly in the breeze : 
 
 They choose the spot : a long low tongue of sand, 
 
 Barren and bleaching in the tropic sun. 
 
 Or rank with twilight-venom, when the dew 
 
 From festering jungle, and unknown lagoon. 
 
 And foul morass, exhales the mortal plague. 
 
 One gazes on that scene, whose gaze no more 
 
 Shall earthly landscape fix : the murdered slave 
 
 Must in the treasure's sepulchre be laid. 
 
 By prayer unblest, by Christian men unknown. 
 
 That so his spirit, restless in the earth 
 
 Until its consummation, evermore 
 
 Might guard the lone deposit. So at eve 
 
 Should plunderers fly the spot, and tell of forms 
 
 Glimmering amidst the shade, and low sad wails. 
 
 Nor dare to tempt the treasure's spirit-watch. 
 
 Yet would that these lone places of the earth 
 Were all that owned thy lordship, O thou great 
 
68 MAMMON. 
 
 And tyrant monarch ! Thou, in Christian lands, 
 Exalt' St thy throne above the Throne of God : 
 Thou on His servants weld'st thy heavy chains, 
 And lead'st them wiUing captives. No expanse 
 Of eastern waters is before us now. 
 No gallant vessel, laden with the spoils 
 Of nations : this is Mammon's truer shrine : 
 High noon on breezy fields and heathy hills, 
 The song of birds, the toying of the gale 
 With trees and flowers : but no sweet sounds of noon, 
 Or sight of summer gladness, which God made. 
 To cheer the heart, to smoothe the brow of him 
 Who sits and toils, a ready slave, for gold. 
 Duskness and dreariness around, and age 
 That brings decay, not reverence : all the air 
 Peopled with motes, that dance like restless thoughts 
 Of riches : tomes inscribed with mystic signs, 
 Huge chests of well-wrought iron, in whose jaws 
 Moulder the parchments, by extremest art 
 Contrived, and hours of patient toil, to give 
 Immortal heritage to mortal man 
 And make the future sure. So days go by 
 
MAMMON. 69 
 
 Heaping his treasure higher, where he sits 
 The lord of all, intent upon his world 
 Of growing schemes, — and what a world it is ! 
 His is the bark that on the southern breeze 
 Spreads her white sails o'er Biscay's stormy gulf: 
 His are the camels that midst turban'd troops 
 Of Islam, and the loud muezzin's cry, 
 ('Tis sunset there) are entering Bagdad's gate : 
 For him the Epirot peasant tills the vine 
 Aulona yields, and Parga's summery height : 
 For him, where cold antarctic suns go down, 
 Midst giant icebergs towering to the sky 
 In grim blue desolation, sturdy hands 
 Press the hard chase of ocean-shouldering whales ! 
 For him, in southern groves, where lordly Rhone 
 Gives bridal troth to Arar, spins the worm 
 Her silken vest : for him, in eastern isles, 
 They tear the coral from the sea-nymph's halls. 
 And the pierced fish exudes transparent pearl. 
 He the meanwhile, force, heart, and soul of all. 
 Spans deserts in his schemes, and bridges deeps : 
 Knits east and west in one : nor severed tongues 
 
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 70 MAMMON. 
 
 Nor robber-hordes, nor pathless wastes, impede. 
 
 Yet, lord of others, bowing at his will 
 
 Nature's hard powers, and man's yet harder heart. 
 
 Enjoining sea and flame to make a league 
 
 And do his bidding, borrowing, for the wings 
 
 To speed his thoughts, the lightning's viewless might; 
 
 Whom courtly heads are bowed to, whom great kings 
 
 Delight to honour, — he is Mammon's slave : 
 
 He to the god of this world offers all. 
 
 All he has here, and all he hopes beyond : 
 
 The widow's eye is dim with nightly woe, 
 
 — He never wipes her tears : the prisoner's heart 
 
 Is sick with hope, — he never breaks his chains : 
 
 Therefore no treasures is he laying up 
 
 Where moth may not corrupt, nor thief destroy: 
 
 He hath his portion here, for this world's gems 
 
 Bartering the one true Pearl : for earthly gold 
 
 Surrendering up the golden streets of Heav'n, 
 
 And thus, with all his hoards, not rich toward God. 
 
 And bloodier sacrifice in days of old 
 Men never gave to Chemosh, or the thirst 
 
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MAMMON. 71 
 
 Of sateless Moloch, when in Amnion's groves 
 The shrieks of children filled his dread abode : 
 Albeit no image Mammon's temple decks, 
 Yet stand the victims in his house, and all 
 The instruments of offering : 'tis a feast 
 Not as of old, where once to taste of death 
 Was all the agony his rites enjoined. 
 And though the earthly frame were crushed, the soul 
 Might part unconquered : this, long day by day. 
 And year by year, works death in very life, 
 Dims the bright eye, drives colour from the cheek, 
 Looses the silver cord, dries up the play 
 Of life's sweet fount, and breaks the golden bowl. 
 And as such sacrifice were all too mean, 
 The very soul, God's likeness upon earth, 
 "They rack and wear and grind, until it lies 
 Wreck of His work and ruin of itself. 
 Hence childhood is no childhood : hence the Spring 
 Hath no dear innocent pleasures, dewy strolls, 
 And fields with cowslips bright and wreaths of May : 
 Summer no glorious woods, what time the sun 
 Deluges heav'n with his excess of light, 
 
72 MAMMON. 
 
 But leaves them twilight : Autumn kindles not 
 
 His burning tints, nor yields his wildwood spoil : 
 
 And Winter, surly monarch, brings no charms 
 
 To soothe his frosts and wile his long drear nights, 
 
 No Christmas fire, nor tale of goblin lore. 
 
 Nor lacks fit temple for such rites : the huge 
 
 Misshapen shrine of wealth that, smeared and gaunt, 
 
 Stretches its many-windowed hideousness 
 
 Athwart the murky street, and belches forth 
 
 Its everlasting clouds of smoke and flame : 
 
 Nor lacks fit music : the incessant clang 
 
 That jars and thrills and quivers through the dome 
 
 In fevered hurry, making it instinct 
 
 As with a ghastly life that is not life. 
 
 Itself meet anthem for the god of gold. 
 
 But better spirits now invade thy shrine, 
 
 Strong though thou art, O Mammon ! — stronger far 
 
 Is Love, that never tires in seeking out 
 
 The lost and helpless; Hope, that points across 
 
 Life's stormy deep to Death's serener shore ; 
 
 Faith, kindling at His Word who cannot lie, 
 
 Her heavenly torch ; and Justice, chief of all, 
 
MAMMON. 73 
 
 That checks the oppressor in his height of pride, 
 Lifts the oppressed from earth, and marks the 
 
 bounds, — 
 ' Thus far, but no step further ! ' These, howe'er 
 111 spirits or ill men oppose awhile, — 
 Living and conquering on for evermore. 
 Shall flinch not from the strife, until they set 
 The prisoner free, and speak goodwill to men. 
 
 But fresher lures are thine, and subtler charms 
 
 To spread thy worship Lo ! thou wavest thy wand 
 
 Over a parched and barren land, a land 
 
 In earth's far limits, desolate and drear, 
 
 Whereto no traveller ventures, on whose plains 
 
 No taper breaks the horror of the night, 
 
 Nor busy hum of men awakes the mom : 
 
 But all the summer withers in the fire 
 
 Intenser suns shoot forth, — with poisonous fogs 
 
 The dim Pacific blights the closing year, — 
 
 And night and day its melancholy surge 
 
 Makes mournful music. At the enchanter's touch 
 
 The rivers roll down gold : gold streaks the sands ; 
 
74 ■ MAMMON. 
 
 Gold fills the mountain's crystal veins : the rock 
 Is crushed to gold. And straight as if for life, 
 Yea rather, struggling as for Eden's Gate, 
 Men pant and agonise to enter in ; 
 Leave all dear home-joys, children's sports at eve, 
 And eyes that tell, and lips that breathe, of love. 
 For dark companionship of them whose heart 
 Hard as the nether millstone, foul with guile, 
 Respects no law, regards nor God nor man. 
 Throws pity to the wind : whose hand is red 
 With stains, that not unnumbered hoards of gold 
 Can turn to whiteness. There, when burning suns 
 Parch life and vigour up, and autumn moons 
 Look down in deadly radiance, toiling on, 
 Heart, hand, and eye intent, they bear all woe, 
 They brave all danger; girding up their loins 
 For battle with the rock and with the storm. 
 The pestilence and savage beast. For them 
 No holy bell awakes the Day of Prayer : 
 For them, when Nature sinks beneath her load. 
 No gentle hands compose the couch, no voice 
 Breathes hope of this world, or the world to come 
 
MAMMON. 75 
 
 Into the failing ear : the branch-roofed hut 
 That moans beneath the gale, or scantly shades 
 The intolerable glare of noon, is theirs ; 
 The rude unhallowed visitings of them 
 Who with foul jest or tale of new-found spoil 
 Would smoothe the dying pillow : last of all, 
 The soul that parts without a hope or prayer; 
 The untended corpse, and hurried unblest grave. 
 
 Oh ! if they knew what half the earthly toil, 
 What half the anguish of their yielding up 
 Children, or bride, or home, or friends, might gain 
 Of heavenly guerdon ! There are those that tempt 
 The selfsame peril, bear the selfsame toil, 
 Yea, die, in man's dim sight, the selfsame death. 
 These do it to obtain a mortal prize ; 
 Those an immortal. These to gather in 
 A perishable harvest of the dross 
 That fades with very using; those to gain 
 An endless meed of labour : souls redeemed 
 By no vile price of things corruptible, 
 But with the Blood of that Eternal Lamb. 
 
76 MAMMON. 
 
 Who wills that where He is, they too should be. 
 Servants of God, press onward ! In His sight 
 Your perils and your toils are laying up 
 Your great reward : His are ye : Him ye serve ; 
 And suffering with Him, with Him too shall reign. 
 
 It were a glorious scene, if, rolling back 
 The thick dim mist of ages, we might bid 
 Those princely merchant cities live and glow 
 In second life ! Thee, Tyre, the mart of earth ! 
 Whose white sails glittered from the prophet-heights 
 Of Carmel, to the portals of the west, 
 The twin Atlantic pillars ; yea, that dared. 
 With unknown oceans battling, to upraise 
 Their Asian flag on Europe's western shores. 
 Thee, Carthage, that in equal contest long 
 Strov'st for the world's huge empire : thee not least, 
 Bride of the Adriatic, building up 
 On the blue waves thy snowy palaces, 
 A very dream of beauty, where all day 
 Dome, spire, and lordly arch, and hallowed shrine 
 Mirror themselves in that unruffled main, 
 
MAMMON. 77 
 
 And all night long the moon, from that deep sky, 
 Weaves fairy network out of light and shade 
 Athwart the river streets. By thee they rose, 
 O Mammon, Prince of this world ! They by thee 
 Attained their height of fame : by deeds of blood 
 And merciless rapine adding realm to realm, 
 And heaping hoard on hoard, till like the fire 
 Kindled from exhalation of some marsh 
 That shoots across the autumn night, they sank 
 And left a dark and sudden void behind. 
 
 Not such as these, my country ! though on thee, 
 Spite of thy boast, hang Mammon's heavy chains, 
 Yet not as these thou drew'st thy battle sword 
 When banded Europe, resolute to bow 
 Thy forehead to the dust, stood girt for war : 
 Thou, not as they for lucre's cursed sake, 
 Pour'd'st forth thy chosen warriors at his call, 
 Who, when the oppressor's rod was snapped in twain, 
 Lured by no fancied glory, turned aside 
 By no ambition, sheathed his victor sword. 
 Spake the glad tidings, and bade earth have peace. 
 
78 ' MAMMON. 
 
 Therefore Viis name thro' England's thousand homes 
 Was as a household word : and now his deeds 
 Are with past ages, England weeps at once 
 The hero o'er his foes and o'er himself 
 With tears unknown before : and other years 
 Shall wreathe a deathless chaplet round the name 
 Of him whom righteous cause and mighty toils 
 And victor-end made glorious — Wellington ! 
 
 Honour to them, and blessing be to Him 
 Who made them what they are, that dare to laugh 
 At Mammon's witcheries, building up on high 
 Their surer treasures ! Following in His steps 
 Who, seeing "all the kingdoms of the world 
 "And all the glory of them," stood unmoved, 
 They turn away from perishable things 
 And seek their meed in heav'n. They speak the 
 
 word : 
 The tall spire glimmers o'er the swelling copse 
 Of oak or chestnut, hallowing all the scene, 
 And calls to prayer the hearts that never prayed, 
 And turns the scoffer's blasphemy to praise. 
 
MAMMON. 79 
 
 They in the foetid caverns of the mine ' 
 
 Shed hoHest light : they from the mouths of babes 
 
 And suckhngs perfect praise : they speed the sail 
 
 That flakes the great Atlantic, or that glows 
 
 In summer creeks betwixt palmetto groves, 
 
 Or hails the midnight sun, where icebergs grind 
 
 Against the eternal barriers of the Pole. 
 
 The wilderness and solitary place 
 
 Pour blessings on them : smile the desert wastes, 
 
 And blossom as the rose : they gather in 
 
 The harvest of the earth, against the day 
 
 When the round world shall be the Lord's again, 
 
 And all the fulness of it. Then at last 
 
 The kingdom and the riches shall be His, 
 
 And He shall reign for ever. Wanes the night, 
 
 And day is dawning fast : our part shall be 
 
 To hail each brightening streak that heralds now 
 
 Its near approach ; and till it breaks, to watch 1 
 
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JUDITH. 
 
 The gloom and gathering of a night 
 
 That heralds in the storm ! 
 On ancient gate, and terraced height, 
 And bulwarks towering in their might, 
 And, in the eve's last radiance bright. 
 
 Each massy idol form. 
 To whom, in days of old, as now, 
 Chaldsea's children love to bow ; — 
 To whom, in hymns of praise, ascribe 
 Their victories o'er each warrior-tribe. 
 O'er Sepharvaim's'^" distant shore, 
 Henah and Ivah, names of yore : 
 
 ' Isaiah xxxvii. 13. 
 
84 JUDITH. 
 
 And all the city's toil and strife 
 
 Is blending into rest : 
 As droops Day's brightness and its life 
 
 Amid the dark'ning West. 
 
 II. 
 
 More lone and dark, more grey and grim, 
 Each temple sinks in silence dim : 
 The shades a deeper awe diffuse 
 Amidst those awful avenues, 
 Where winged forms of giant height 
 Stretch out to distance infinite : 
 And where, while evening's softer balm 
 Descends 'midst intervening palm. 
 And bids its feathery branches wave 
 O'er frieze and vault and architrave, — 
 Each monster mass of storied stone 
 Seems more unearthly and more lone : 
 Each idol-vista. South and North, 
 Glooms more interminably forth. 
 And points, in ever-narrowing Aisle, 
 Towards the Temple's central pile. 
 
JUDITH. 85 
 
 Yes : — even in very ruin, vast, 
 
 Such relics of the Assyrian past, 
 
 Midst desolation, drought, and sand, 
 
 Startle and awe the pilgrim band. 
 
 The pomp and revelry of yore. 
 
 The music and the mirth are o'er : 
 
 The halls that flashed with gems and gold 
 
 In one decay are blent ; 
 No shepherd there will pen his fold. 
 
 Nor Arab pitch his tent : 
 No sight to bid the heart rejoice, 
 
 No scene of pomp and pride : 
 Hushed is the feast, and stilled the voice 
 
 Of bridegroom and of bride : 
 Those memories of a victor-race 
 
 Are all arrayed in gloom : 
 There finds the owl her dwelling-place, 
 
 There bitterns build and boom : 
 Such was the lot denounced of yore 
 By masters of prophetic lore, 
 
 And such Assyria's doom. 
 
86 JUDITH. 
 
 III. 
 
 But now, as daylight dies away, 
 
 And eve turns purple into grey, 
 
 Tier over tier, in dizzy height, 
 
 The palace flashes into light; 
 
 The halls glow out more fiercely bright. 
 
 The courts more wildly blaze : 
 And deeper yet, and deader shades 
 O'erwhelm the silent colonnades. 
 Amidst whose dim and vast arcades 
 
 No venturous footstep strays. 
 The mansion of imperial state, 
 With light and shade reticulate. 
 Lifts up her blazing head on high, 
 And glares against the midnight sky: 
 The trumpet bids her brazen throat 
 
 Above the feast resound. 
 And dulcimers with gentler note. 
 And flutes make airier music float 
 The vaulted roof around. 
 
JUDITH. 87 
 
 IV. 
 Then went the royal edict forth, 
 
 (That lordly gathering's end,) 
 — "Thus saith the Lord of all the earth, — 
 
 Let all the earth attend : 
 Each race and tribe that owns our sway 
 From the great Sea to far Cathay, 
 From where the twilight dies away, 
 To where the mom dawns, freshly grey, — 
 Our will receive, — our law obey; — 
 
 And this shall be the sign : 
 Our chiefs and squadrons, issuing out 
 With pomp of war and battle shout, 
 To every land and realm shall go, — 
 — Or parched by summer's fiercest glow, 
 Or girt with everlasting snow. 
 
 Or decked with oil and wine : 
 From each receiving, at their feet, 
 Water and earth, the tribute meet 
 That marks us this world's monarch throned. 
 The Lord, by all his vassals owned ; 
 In token of our royal right 
 And Nabuchodonosofs might." 
 
88 JUDITH. 
 
 V. 
 
 As once on Egypt's evil day 
 
 The locust-swarm arose ; 
 So, in its terrible array, 
 O'er lands that tremble and obey, 
 
 The endless torrent flows. 
 All have one courage, all one vow : 
 In meet array they muster now, 
 Marshalled for war, and charged with death, 
 On the green plain of Bectileth : 
 For every realm hath armed her best, 
 
 And sent them to the fight : 
 And North and South, and East and West, 
 
 Their varying sons unite : 
 They leave the jungles, wild and far. 
 That choke the vales of Malabar : 
 They leave the shores where pearlfish lie 
 Midst seas that seem another sky: 
 From Tartary's steppes they pour amain ; 
 And Beloochistan's arid plain : 
 They leave the mango-woods that rise 
 Beneath the glare of Indian skies, 
 
JUDITH. 89 
 
 And the sweet palm-groves and the rest 
 Whence Araby hath name, the Blest : 
 Yea, where he mats, with sand and weed, 
 His hut, the starveling Samoyede, 
 They gather, in unwarlike shew. 
 With the rude pike and ruder bow : 
 They come, convened by spell and ban. 
 The nomad tribes of Turkistan : 
 And Lydia's women-hearts are there, 
 And Phrygia's sons their falchions bare. 
 For Nabuchodonosor's yoke 
 
 The whole wide world must sway: 
 The Lord of all the earth hath spoke, — 
 
 Let all the earth obey! 
 
 VI. 
 
 Where is the God of Israel now % 
 
 And where is Israel's Tmst? 
 And shall His ransomed yield to bow 
 
 Before an arm of dust? 
 Westward and westward rolls the storm ; 
 Beyond Palmyra's walls they swarm : 
 
90 JUDITH. 
 
 Damascus' harvest-fields were white 
 When morning kindled into light ; 
 Damascus' harvest-fields, at night, 
 
 Were bare, and black and seer :* 
 No more the merchant-craft shall ply 
 Among the cities, walled and high, 
 That, in the crystal Arbonai,t 
 
 Are mirrored fair and clear : 
 And Midian's sheepcotes, wrapped in flame. 
 Shall speak of Midian's woe and shame. 
 
 To many a coming year. 
 As Eden smiles the land before ; 
 
 Their sheaves the peasants bind ; 
 And, like Gehenna's very door. 
 
 The wreck that glares behind. 
 Ho, all ! your closest squadrons form ! 
 Westward and westward rolls the storm. 
 
 VII. 
 
 O gods of many an ancient fane, 
 Gods of the mountain and the plain ! 
 
 * Judith li. 27. t Ibid. ii. 24. 
 
JUDITH. 91 
 
 Are hecatombs of victims slain, 
 Are magic spells and rites in vain 
 One little hour of peace to gain, 
 One little hour of right retain, 
 
 Before the invader's host? 
 O shrines, with human blood-drops dyed, 
 Proved then most false, when sorest tried ! 
 Have all your thousand prophets lied, — 
 
 Was falsehood all their boast? 
 What ! in this great and fearful hour, 
 Hath Baalzebub's arm no power? 
 
 Hath Dagon ceased to save? 
 Must suppliant hands in vain embrace 
 Their Nisroch of the eagle-face? 
 Finds Tyre from Tyre's own god no grace, 
 
 That lady of the wave ? 
 Yes ! perish all the impostors' swarm ! — 
 Westward and westward rolls the storm. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 O Israel, once the Lord's elect ! 
 Can Israel's God no more protect? 
 
92 JUDITH. 
 
 O Thou, their glory and their song, 
 Why standest Thou far off so long"? 
 Where are the mercies shed of old 
 Upon the sheep of Thine own fold? 
 Look, how Thy ransomed people bow 
 In sackcloth and in ashes now 
 
 Around Thy holy shrine ; 
 And still Thou answerest not their vow, 
 
 And still Thou giv'st no sign. 
 Not one is there, from shore to shore, 
 That understandeth any more; 
 Not one that, skilled in prophet-lore. 
 
 May speak to Abraham's line. 
 Awake, and manifest Thy praise 
 
 To those assembled nations ; 
 Awake, as in the ancient days 
 
 Of former grenerations ! 
 Yea, for Thy loving-mercy's sake, 
 Arm of the Lord, awake ! awake ! 
 
 IX. 
 
 Keep the hill-passages up from the plain ; 
 Westward and westward they hurry amain 
 
JUDITH. 93 
 
 Strengthen the battlement ! burnish the brass ! 
 Stop ye the fountain, and scarp ye the pass ! 
 Men of BethuHa, mark from afar 
 All the long line of the oncoming war : 
 See, how the horizon is heaving in life ! 
 Multitudes, multitudes rush to the strife ! 
 Squadron on squadron are battleward rolled : 
 Elephants stalk in their trappings of gold : 
 Steeds, in their madness of joy to engage, 
 Swallow the ground in their fierceness and rage : 
 Battle-axe, battle-bow, scymetar, lance. 
 Flash out around them the armies advance : 
 Water and earth ye have sworn to refuse, — 
 Vengeance they vow on the land of the Jews : 
 None shall escape me, the great or the small, 
 Saith HoJofemes, the Lord of them all. 
 Men of Bethulia ! gallant and true ! 
 Judah and Benjamin lean upon you. 
 
 X. 
 
 Of all most fearful woes to try. 
 Of all most dreadful deaths to die, 
 
94 JUDITH. 
 
 In the dark crew of suffering first, 
 Now is thy time to rule, O Thirst ! 
 No water from the living well ; 
 
 No water from the pool ; 
 No drop, from Heaven's own blessed cell, 
 
 To comfort and to cool! 
 Once happy childhood, day by day. 
 Now moans its tiny life away; 
 The little tongue no more can speak ; 
 Death's greyness shades the little cheek ; 
 The frame is stretched on misery's rack ; 
 The eyes grow glazed, the tongue grows black 
 The big unconscious tear-drops fall 
 Whose end shall be that Heavenly Hall 
 
 Where tears are wiped away: 
 And the strong man is brooding nigh 
 In voiceless, matchless agony. 
 To watch, with dim and fever'd eye, 
 
 His darling's slow decay. 
 With death, and such a death, in view, 
 A single heart is good and true, 
 And from the city one great wail 
 
JUDITH. 95 
 
 Goes up to God above ; 
 And man's resolve and courage fail, 
 
 But never woman's love. 
 Then wakes the murmur fierce and strong, 
 
 But hushed at first, and low ; 
 " How long, O Lord of Hosts, how long 
 
 Must we resist the foe? 
 What thought of hope? what use to wait? 
 Give up the keys and ope the gate !" 
 — And gathering tone, and winning strength, 
 It swells amidst the crowd at length : 
 "Assyria's Chiefs have scaled the pass, 
 
 Assyria's hosts environ ; 
 The Heaven above our heads is brass, 
 
 The Earth beneath is iron : 
 Better, where every choice seems worst. 
 To die by sword, than die by thirst. 
 Yield then the city, ere too late : 
 Give up the keys, and ope the gate !" 
 
 XL 
 
 " Have courage, brethren ! five days still 
 For patience and for prayer ; 
 
96 JUDITH. 
 
 Those past and over, have your will, 
 If then no succour in our ill 
 
 Proclaim Jehovah's care." 
 — Resolved against the Assyrian yoke 
 Ozias thus, and Charmis spoke. 
 "Meanwhile, send up one earnest cry 
 To Abraham's God, Who dwells on high, 
 To hear us from His Sanctuary, 
 
 And work deliverance there." 
 
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 XII. 
 
 Hast tnou not seen the evening star, 
 When, victor o'er the midnight war 
 
 Of thunder-clouds on high, 
 It glitters from their darksome breast. 
 Impressing on their fierce unrest 
 
 Its own serenity 1 
 Thus, as debate grew high and loud, 
 And wild division rent the crowd, 
 Forth, as they spake such words of shame, 
 In all her beauty, Judith came. 
 Heav'n gave the far-off star its beam : 
 
JUDITH. 97 
 
 Earth's vapours feel and own its gleam : 
 Heav'n sent amidst the angry press 
 A vision of such loveliness, 
 With skill to guide, with hope to bless, 
 To be their comfort in distress, 
 
 And bring them to the port. 
 And thus she stood amidst the strife. 
 As one that came with words of life 
 
 From God's celestial court. 
 
 xiir. 
 
 "And is it thus ye bind," she cried, 
 
 "His strength, Who dwells on high? 
 Thus mete His power to guard and guide. 
 
 Who made the earth and sky? 
 Wherefore should He accept the term 
 Of this world's child, the dust and worm, 
 
 And save you when ye will? 
 Is it not His, to-day, to-morrow. 
 To fix the period of your sorrow. 
 
 And turn to bliss your ill? 
 
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98 JUDITH. 
 
 O slow of heart ! O dull of hope ! 
 Five little days your utmost scope? 
 Five days His sovereign power to tie, 
 Whose own is all eternity? 
 Hear me : by me shall come the blow 
 That lays the Assyrian tyrant low 
 
 In all his fierce array : 
 Hear me : God's strength shall be my lamp, 
 
 His Wisdom be my stay; 
 And thus amidst the alien camp 
 
 His light shall guide my way. 
 In Him confiding, let me go, 
 And ye shall find, and Israel know. 
 One woman's arm can quell the foe, 
 One woman's hand can deal the blow 
 
 That sets Bethulia free. — 
 And wilt Thou not, O Lord, be just 
 To crush the mighty in the dust. 
 And to lift up the hearts that trust 
 
 And make their boast in Thee?" 
 
JUDITH. 99 
 
 XIV. 
 Now are her widow's robes laid by, 
 
 Her joyous garb put on ; 
 And thus, apart, with tearful eye, 
 
 She makes her orison : 
 "Thou Who — and Thou art still the same — 
 
 Did'st arm with righteous brand. 
 Avenger of a deed of shame, 
 
 My father Simeon's hand ; 
 Such courage now on me confer. 
 Thine own avenging minister : 
 And nerve my arm and steel my heart. 
 That, though I win by woman's art, 
 My hand may play no woman's part 
 
 In retribution's hour. 
 So Assur's chiefs and serfs shall own 
 That Thou art Lord, and Thou alone ; 
 And all their gods of wood and stone 
 
 Shall tremble at Thy power," 
 
 XV. 
 
 Now, in the camp, the watch-fires' light 
 Was smouldering to decay, 
 
loo JUDITH. 
 
 As, through the stillness of the night, 
 
 To where the tents gleamed ghostly white. 
 
 Two women bent their way. 
 The mirth was high, and loud the song 
 In Holofernes and his throng : 
 The silver lamps soft radiance poured ; 
 With gold and jewels flashed the board : 
 And silken hangings waved on high 
 That blazed in Sidon's deepest dye. 
 Where, 'neath that priceless canopy, 
 
 Assyria's chieftain lay. 
 In vaunting high, in frenzied hope, 
 With Israel's God he dares to cope, 
 
 And laugh at Israel's stay. 
 She came, Bethulia's fairest form. 
 As dawns the rainbow on the storm : 
 She came the chieftain's eyes to bless 
 And conquer with the loveliness 
 That, in his hour of joy and mirth, 
 Promised a Paradise on earth. 
 With words to comfort and secure. 
 The tale she wove, she framed the lure ; 
 
JUDITH. loi 
 
 How Israel's God would soon forsake 
 
 The people of His rest, 
 Because His holy tithes they take, 
 
 By famine sore distrest. 
 "That done, Bethulia's towers shall be. 
 Lord Holofernes, given to thee : 
 And thou and I shall work a deed 
 Whereof the years to come shall read : 
 Shall raise the power, and swell the fame 
 Of Nabuchodonosor's name. 
 Such is the task that He ordains, 
 The God Who over Israel reigns ; 
 I am His servant, as ye see : 
 He hath a work to do by me." 
 
 XVI. 
 
 Five days of fear, five days of woe, 
 Five days of triumph to the foe, 
 
 And still no help is here ; 
 The shadows lengthen out upon 
 The giant plain of Esdrelon, 
 
 Another eve is near. 
 
I02 JUDITH. 
 
 Then had ye seen, if mortal eye 
 
 Might pierce the shades that hide 
 Those portals of eternity 
 
 Where future things abide — 
 Then had ye seen, midst evening's ray, 
 Death's Angel speed his bidden way: 
 To no mean man his course is bent; 
 
 He comes not for the old ; 
 He hath an errand to a tent 
 
 That flames with gems and gold : 
 He hath an errand to the strong, 
 
 The high of heart and pride : 
 For vengeance, though it tarry long, 
 
 Shall not be turned aside. 
 Vain, Holofernes, now to flee ; 
 He hath a message unto thee ! 
 
 XVII. 
 
 Night hath come down in its gloom and its state 
 Hark ! in the stillness a voice at the gate : 
 " Open the portal, assemble the crowd, 
 God the Avenger hath smitten the proud ; 
 
JUDITH. 103 
 
 Tell ye the tidings to far and to near; 
 Conquering Judah, away with your fear! 
 Spite of his rage, and his threats, and his lust, 
 Great Holofernes is stretched in the dust; 
 He at a woman's feet bowed him and fell; 
 Him his own falchion hath hurried to hell : 
 He that o'er kindreds and nations had sway, 
 He, whom the wide world had learned to obey. 
 Found in the beauty of woman his lure, — 
 Found it and perished, — and yet she is pure. 
 Nineveh now shall have wailing for mirth, 
 Now shall her idols be bowed to the earth : 
 Send ye the tidings to Salem with speed ; 
 Incense shall glimmer and victims shall bleed. 
 Own Him, Who trust in His goodness rewards. 
 King of all kings, own Him Lord of all lords ! 
 
 XVIII. 
 
 Those scenes are past — but past is not 
 
 The faith and hope they tell ; 
 That raised a Judith's victor lot, 
 That consecrates the mountain spot 
 
 Where Holofernes fell. 
 
I04 JUDI'I'll. 
 
 1'he (Iced is o'er, the faith remains : 
 The faith that through all toils nnd pains 
 
 Shall win her conciuering way ; 
 That scorns her light affliction here, 
 And sees in vision bright and clear 
 
 The things that last for aye : 
 The faith that rather chooses now 
 
 The mockery of her foes, 
 And to her Ood persists to bow 
 
 Though all the world oppose : 
 The faith that for her Cajjtain's sake 
 Hath braved the scaffold and the stake ; 
 The faith tliat, spite of care and fear, 
 God guard and strengthen in us here. 
 Although its vision must be dim. 
 Until He take us Home to Him ! 
 
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S I N A I. 
 
 l%o7. 
 
SINAI. 
 
 Eternal Spirit, AVho in ancient days 
 
 To Thine elected servants, — thenceforth filled 
 
 With wisdom to discern things else seal'd up 
 
 From human eye, and courage to proclaim 
 
 The truth amidst a world that hates the truth, 
 
 And lore prophetic, and the artist-skill 
 
 That shapes to heavenly beauty earthly forms, — 
 
 In divers times and sundry manners spak'st ; 
 
 Sometimes amidst the visions of the night. 
 
 When deep sleep falleth on the sons of men, 
 
 Anon by parable, or type, or sign, 
 
 In varying nature ; Thou Whose lore was heard 
 
 On desolate mountains or on city roofs. 
 
 In sevenfold thunders, or the still small voice ;— 
 
io8 SINAI. 
 
 If Thou, from God proceeding, God Thyself, 
 
 Dost on the sightless pour Thy Day, dost wake 
 
 To heavenly harmonies the sleeping ear. 
 
 Dost teach the dumb to speak Thy praise, the dull 
 
 Of heart to know Thy knowledge, — hear me now : 
 
 And since of Thee, though not as yet Thyself, 
 
 But in Thy works, made manifest, my theme, — 
 
 So guide me doubtful, so uphold me weak, 
 
 That I, with awe and reverence, knowing well 
 
 The place whereon I stand is holy ground. 
 
 May yet draw nigh to that great sight, — yet hear 
 
 The Angel-trumpet wax exceeding loud. 
 
 And tell, nor rashly nor unmeetly, how 
 
 ' God came from Teman, and the Holy One 
 
 From Paran,^' at the Giving of the Law, 
 
 And bade the whole wide world hear Sinai's voice. 
 
 Oh ! for one glance at that tremendous night, 
 That night to be remembered, when the host 
 Encamped by Pi-hahiroth, at the word 
 — " Command that they go forward !" — dared the sea : 
 
 * Exodus xiii. i8 ; and margin. 
 
SINAI. I09 
 
 A brazen wall on this side and on that, 
 
 Fathoms on fathoms overhead, its waves 
 
 Curled and leapt up and bounded in their joy, 
 
 Beneath that mighty strong east wind, while yet 
 
 It girded in that horrid vale, a wall 
 
 As solid as the eternal adamant : 
 
 And still, as morning kindled to high noon, 
 
 And still, as high noon melted into eve, 
 
 The pillary cloud went on, half cloud, half tower, 
 
 Before the ransomed people, till at last 
 
 Old Afric's dim mysterious range began 
 
 To bum in living purple, purple first, 
 
 Then furnace-like, beneath the sun's red ball : 
 
 And ever, in their five-fold* ranks, moved on 
 
 The people of the Lord, — and evermore 
 
 Chariot and horse, — innumerable host ! — 
 
 The flower of Zoan, followed hard behind : 
 
 Until the westering orb's last rays were shot 
 
 Athwart the glassy sea-walls, kindHng up 
 
 A thousand magic colours, such as ne'er 
 
 Sparkled in sea-nymph's cave or Indian gem : 
 
 " Exodus viii. i8 ; and margin. 
 
I lo SINAI. 
 
 Next came the great grey calm of that day's death : 
 
 Then mailed Orion eyed the two-fold hosts. 
 
 But when the fourth watch of the night had changed 
 
 Israel's angelic guards, — for such were there 
 
 Then, — *and they had but newly set the watch,''^' — 
 
 The pillar-cloud removed behind, and flashed 
 
 Unutterable brightness o'er the rear 
 
 Of that retreating victor-host, and poured 
 
 Intolerable gloom on Egypt's rout, — 
 
 Nor saw the one the other all that night. 
 
 Who can assault, when God Himself defends? 
 
 If God be for us, who can be against? 
 
 The morning dawns, — the rod is stretch'd, — the flood 
 
 Returns in all his strength, — and Israel sees 
 
 The Egyptians dead that day on that sea-shore. 
 
 — And thus, O Captain of Thy faithful band, 
 
 True Leader of Thy people ! even thus 
 
 Thou, by Thy mighty hand and outstretch'd arm, 
 
 — Stretch'd out upon the Cross, — hast set them free 
 
 From worse than Egypt's iron chain, led home 
 
 Thy banished ones from exile, crowned Thy Saints 
 
 With light and life and everlasting love ! 
 
 * Judges vii. 19 
 
SINAI. Ill 
 
 O change of changes ! from the Land of On 
 Into the broad free desert ! No more now 
 Those requiem-chambers of the old dead world, 
 Those mountain pyramids of Kings, where each 
 Reposes in his glory, — by the craft 
 Of painter imaged on the narrowing walls 
 Of corridors and passages and vaults ; 
 Of corridors more labyrinthine still, 
 More intricately serpentining, led 
 In everlasting funeral array 
 Of one long, long procession, — on, on, on. 
 Midst monster-headed genii, and the forms 
 Of gods and demigods, and her that holds 
 The ostrich feather, Justice ; and the Sun 
 Hawk-headed, and Osiris : while above 
 On every cornice painted thousand-fold 
 Spreads its blue wings the all-embracing sky : 
 Till in the central vault of all the dome. 
 The central vault, whereto the endless lines 
 Intwisted and enlinked, corradiate still. 
 Received among the gods, a god himself, 
 In the black marble of his last long home 
 The lonely lord of all the fabric Hes. 
 
112 SINAI. 
 
 No more of death ! The desert teems with life, 
 The broad majestic desert ! From this peak 
 I see all Israel marshalled in his tents 
 According to his tribes ! And vanward there 
 Ramps Judah's royal Lion, from whose might 
 The kingly sceptre never more shall pass 
 Till, Priest and Monarch, Shiloh's self be come : 
 And he that trusts in guile, and not in strength, 
 The adder by the horse-path; and the race 
 Whom in unequal war a troop must first 
 Conquer, but 'he shall overcome at last': 
 And he, the wolf-whelp, that at morning-tide 
 Shall ravin, but at eve divide the spoil : 
 And he, whose blessings have prevailed beyond 
 The blessings of his ancestors, and filled 
 The utmost bound of those eternal hills : 
 I see them all — accursed he that bans. 
 Blessed ^ he that blesses them ! — arrayed 
 With their Almighty's own Almightiness, — 
 All fed with bread celestial, all baptised 
 So lately, 'in the cloud and in the sea.'* 
 
 * I Cor. X. 2. 
 
SINAI. 113 
 
 What do they here? where straitening in, the plain 
 
 Sees on each flank his mountain-walls arise 
 
 In ever-narrowing defile scarr'd and seam'd ; 
 
 Here purple, as the mid-Atlantic ; there 
 
 Crimson as grape-leaves turn at autumn's touch : 
 
 As if each multitudinous mass had boiled 
 
 With foaming fiery lava, and at once 
 
 Heard some magician's voice, and tum'd to stone. 
 
 What do they here % — Nay, this is not the place : 
 
 This is the vestibule, and not the shrine ; 
 
 Though here, too, morn by mom, how wildly grand 
 
 To hear the myriad-voiced unearthly hymn 
 
 Reverberated back from rock and peak. 
 
 And 'toss'd and troll'd' from cliff to cliff, — 'Arise, 
 
 'Arise, O Lord ! and scatter Thou Thy foes ! 
 
 'Let them that hate Thee flee before Thy face!'"^ 
 
 But onward eye and heart and soul ! while still, 
 
 As prescient of some dreader mystery, 
 
 Rocks, giant rocks, grow more gigantic, — peaks 
 
 Tower heavenward more sublimely; all wild forms 
 
 Mix in a wilder chaos, all deep hues 
 
 * Numbers x. 35. 
 
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114 SINAT. 
 
 Assume a tint yet deeper; girding in 
 
 The very Altar of that mountain shrine, 
 
 That naked platform-clifF that towers on high, 
 
 Goal of the course and temple of the hills. 
 
 That is the spot of spots to mortal man : 
 
 That is the place whence God shall teach the world. 
 
 O wondrous Pentecost ! — when wan and dim 
 Over the mountains of the unknown east 
 In all her timid beauty woke the morn : 
 A summer morn : — but not like summer breeze 
 The rushing mighty wind that swept adown 
 Each moaning cleft, nor yet like summer clouds 
 The flashing glory of the Sacred Mount : 
 They gather, tent by tent and line by line. 
 The thousands and ten thousands, — every eye 
 Upturn'd in mute expectancy of awe : 
 And a great dreadful hush is on the camp. 
 They gather, — sinful man to meet his Judge, 
 The creature his Creator : face to face 
 Shall mortal eyes see Him That made not death. 
 They gather, — and at once the mountain-side 
 
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SINAL 115 
 
 Is clad with darkness, darkness to be felt, 
 Horrible, outer darkness : waxes straight 
 The trumpet's voice exceeding long and loud : 
 And thus, midst thunder-peal and lightning-flash, 
 Midst sights and sounds of terror, and the gaze 
 Of trembling multitudes, — God spake the Law. 
 
 Oh high eternal Law ! so pure amidst 
 The vast defilements of an evil world, 
 So resolute to keep thine onward path 
 Though human subterfuge and earthly guile. 
 Though force and fraud and profit block thy way : 
 Yea, though in all her hideous forms, gaunt Pain 
 Start up to match Thee, and though Death itself 
 — And who but thou canst conquer death ? — oppose ! 
 Thou, like the sun-ray, that will enter in 
 The lordly palace, kindling up its state, 
 And adding glory to its gems and gold, 
 And lustre to its riches, yet not less 
 Will kiss the cradle of the peasant's babe, — 
 Thou stand'st midst nations on the battle-field 
 Supremest arbiter, and though awhile 
 
ii6 SINAI. 
 
 Hush'd midst the din of arms, — yet still thou call'st 
 
 The God of Battles to thy constant aid 
 
 To crush the oppressor, and to raise the oppressed : 
 
 And not the less, midst sights and sounds of peace, 
 
 Thou gently lead'st the gentle : not the less 
 
 Presid'st o'er children, like a child thyself; 
 
 Art with them from the cradle, goest forth 
 
 As forth they go to battle with the world ; 
 
 And guarded by them, guard'st them to the end. 
 
 For thee the Martyrs dared to win their Crowns, 
 
 And drink the bitter cup of this world's woe, 
 
 Strong in thy strength, if so they might attain 
 
 The river of God's bliss for evermore. 
 
 And still a living, still a reigning power 
 
 Thou conquerest and shalt conquer till that day, 
 
 That blissful day, when justice shall exult, 
 
 Triumphant, in its own euthanasy. 
 
 And there be no law but the law of Love. 
 
 But hark ! Amidst the thunder and the din 
 
 Of tempest and of trumpet, that low voice 
 
 That whispers, — ' Speak thou with us, we obey ; 
 
 But let not God speak with us lest we die.' 
 
SINAI. 117 
 
 And thus he goes, alone of mortal men, 
 
 Into the thick black darkness : thus the Chief, 
 
 The daysman^' 'twixt the people and their God, 
 
 In that mysterious forty days, heard sounds 
 
 Ineffable by human voice, saw sights 
 
 Intelligible to no earthly eye. 
 
 There saw he all the glory of the Lord, 
 
 There saw he all His goodness : not as that 
 
 Which makes the heavenliness of heaven itself. 
 
 The Beatific Vision : that to gain 
 
 Needs must we lay aside this earthly vest 
 
 And put on the celestial : not so he 
 
 Who then saw God, and seeing God, yet lived. 
 
 Yet oh ! for that brief hour wherein he heard 
 
 The wondrous proclamation, written yet 
 
 Deep in the inmost heart, as oft as now 
 
 Some wandering sinner turns again to God ! 
 
 It came not in the terror and the storm. 
 
 It was not echoed in the thunder-peal. 
 
 It flashed not in the lightning : soft its voice 
 
 As breath of summer gale o'er beds of flowers, 
 
 * Job ix. 33. 
 
ii8 SINAI. 
 
 Soft as the gentlest, tenderest fleece of cloud 
 That flecks some mountam-peak at eve : ' The Lord 
 The merciful and gracious : pardoning sin, 
 Forgiving all transgression : keeping truth 
 And covenant and mercy with His own 
 To thousand generations.' — Thou hadst need 
 Thus pardon, Lord, if man will thus rebel ! 
 Scarce was the wondrous vision closed, and scarce 
 The summer sun was shining as he wont 
 On the grey sides of Horeb, weaving there 
 That everlasting vest of light and shade 
 On immemorial crevices and peaks. 
 Than, false and faithless to their plighted word, 
 "All that the Lord commands us, we will do," 
 — Forgetful of His Hand, Who made the sea 
 A way for His redeem'd, they crave new gods 
 To lead them onward, — they proclaim a feast, — 
 The desert has its Martyr,-'' and the crowd 
 Bow down before 'a calf that eateth hay.' 
 
 * Reference is made to the Jewish tradition that Hur, for opposing the 
 idolatry of the people, was put to death ; which gives an emphasis to the 
 question addressed by Moses to Aaron, "What did this people unto tJieeV^ 
 
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SINAI. 119 
 
 O Faith, whose trophies deck this lower world, 
 Albeit thy guerdon is laid up on high ! — 
 ^Vho nerv'st the feeble arm to dare great deeds 
 For Him thou lovest, steel'st the woman's breast 
 To conquer death, and tortures worse than death, 
 And shame beyond all tortures, — who hast stood, 
 When earthly hopes and earthly helps drop off 
 Like autumn leaflets from a mountain ash, 
 Firm as the mountain where that ash hath root, — 
 And calmly point'st from earthly agony 
 Which is but for a moment, to the prize 
 Of more exceeding and eternal weight ; — 
 Where wert thou then ? Thenceforth the heavy wrath 
 Fell upon Israel : plague on plague thenceforth, 
 Affliction on affliction : till, save two, 
 None entered on the blessed vales and hills 
 That flowed with milk and honey : none had part 
 In the long-promised and the final rest. 
 
 Five centuries pass. O space of this brief world 
 Writ in what characters of woe and blood ! 
 What empires have departed ! What great wars 
 
I20 SINAI. 
 
 Have thundered and have passed, Hke summer storms ! 
 
 What conquering reahns have owned the victor's yoke, 
 
 What victors been forgotten ! yet those peaks, 
 
 Horeb and Sinai, and the lesser heights 
 
 That gird the sacred valley, still shine out 
 
 In all their summer majesty, though none. 
 
 Save wandering Arab, now may lift his eye 
 
 Up to the hills whence Israel's help once came : 
 
 Whence Israel's help still comes. For faint and lone, 
 
 A solitary exile ventures nigh 
 
 Where once the tramp of thousands echoed — where 
 
 Once the twelve tribes fell down and owned the Law. 
 
 Can he the lonely, he the exile, he 
 
 The fugitive and alien, can he come 
 
 In the same strength wherein these thousands marched. 
 
 Strength not their own, but drawn from Him, the same 
 
 To-day and yesterday and evermore? 
 
 Yes : great the tribulation whence he flies ; 
 
 But great his victory also : he of late 
 
 Stood single midst the host of idol-Priests, 
 
 Alone confronting Israel's gathered tribes. 
 
 " Choose ye this day the God whom ye will serve 
 
SINAI. 121 
 
 The Lord of Hosts or Baal : and the power 
 
 That answereth by fire, let Him be god ! " 
 
 Then all day long rose wail and moan and prayer 
 
 Up to the molten image — Israel's King 
 
 And Priests and people, call upon their god, 
 
 — No voice, no sound, — not any that regards. 
 
 And now the Western sea is bridged with gold 
 
 Where the great sun is sinking: like a path 
 
 For happy spirits, freed from earthly toil, 
 
 To enter on their land of golden rest. 
 
 Faint as a summer-cloud, the rosy peaks 
 
 Of Cyprus crest the horizon :— that besides 
 
 All is blue sea — blue, calm, unruffled deep : 
 
 The winds have died away, one lazy cloud 
 
 Hangs o'er the scene :— the palm-trees have forgot 
 
 To whisper, and the parch'd and thirsty ground 
 
 Sees yet another twilight gather in 
 
 Upon a heaven of brass and fields of iron. 
 
 But when in Salem's Temple far away 
 
 The evening sacrifice was offered up. 
 
 Then stands the Prophet by his Altar— then 
 
 Bids them o'er victim, base, and trench, to dash 
 
122 SINAI. 
 
 Their barrels from the ocean, ere he call 
 The God of Heaven, — the God in Whom we live 
 And move and have our being, to reply. 
 " Hear me, O Lord, and let all Israel know- 
 That Thou hast turned this people's heart to Thee ! " 
 At once across the grey sky redly glared 
 A cataract of fire : at once the stones 
 And dust and ocean-wave and victim blazed ; 
 And the great cry rose up from earth to heaven, 
 — " The Lord is God ! The Lord, He is the God !" 
 — And now, aweary of his life, he treads 
 With slow and painful footsteps all the path 
 That his forefathers went : — and sore bested 
 By foes that thirsted for his blood, he seeks 
 The lonely peak and ancient Mount of God. 
 Thence fed by Angels' food, the wanderer comes 
 To test its ancient fame : hath Sinai's God 
 No fresh deliverance % dwells in Sinai's ridge 
 No mystic influence yet? Or hath the past 
 Buried the past, and were the ancient days 
 A tale of wonder, not a pledge of help? 
 There, in the darkness of the cave, he rests 
 
SINAI. 123 
 
 Faithless and hopeless : — " Take away my life : 
 I am not better than my fathers were." 
 Forth from the Lord's own seat the tempest came : 
 The wild ravines re-echoed : aged rocks, 
 Grey with the lichens of a thousand years, 
 Fought their last fight against that storm, and fell : 
 But the Lord was not in the wind. Then quaked 
 The ridges where His feet had stood of old : 
 The mountain trembled : dismal sounds rang out 
 From its dark womb, and echoed down the vale. 
 (Such wails he hears, the wandering Bedouin, 
 What time eve closes in, and deems that moan 
 The voice of God, and awe-struck flies the plain.) 
 But the Lord was not in the earthquake. Next 
 A mighty fire was kindled on the brow 
 Where once His footsteps passed with prints of flame. 
 Glowed in its light, — for eve was closing in, — 
 Each nearer peak and shattered pinnacle. 
 Glowed terebinth and ilex, glowed the cliff 
 Purple, or deeper crimson, — while within 
 The ghostly cavern flung fantastic shades. 
 But the Lord was not in the fire. And then 
 
124 SINAI. 
 
 A still small voice proclaimed the present God. 
 What dost thou here, Elijah? 
 
 O great Mount! 
 Great with the mysteries of God's earlier voice, 
 Great, for that on thy statutes, weal or woe, — 
 Eternal weal, eternal woe, — depend, 
 Thou stoodest forth of yore, thou standest yet 
 God's mountain midst all mountains : where His power 
 Is stamped in characters of living flame. 
 The birth-place of the Law, the Law of fear. 
 The law that saith, " This do and thou shalt live : 
 This do not, thou shalt die." From thee we turn, 
 From thee and from thy terrors, to the Hill 
 The nobler Hill, whence hang our golden hopes. 
 Not thee, contending with the clouds of earth, 
 Not thee, scarr'd deeply with the change and chance 
 Of earthly elements, not thee whose frame 
 Is built on hidden gulfs of fire, we need : 
 We seek the heavenly Sion : we are come 
 Unto the city of the Living God, 
 The innumerable company of saints 
 
 
SINAI. 125 
 
 And angels in their varying ministry, 
 
 The general assembly and the Church 
 
 Of all the first-born that are writ in heaven : 
 
 And chief and crown and glory of them all, 
 
 The Lord Who first went up the Mount of pain, 
 
 Ere He ascended the celestial Hill. 
 
 Thus from the earthly to the heavenly shrine, 
 From Sinai on to Sion ; from the realm 
 Of awe and terror to the Land of Love : — 
 When shall we wake, and waking, find us there % 
 
EGYPT. 
 
 1858. 
 
EGYPT. 
 
 I. 
 
 A MIDNIGHT, such as ne'er before 
 
 Was writ on history's page; 
 To be proclaimed from shore to shore, 
 
 And sung from age to age ! 
 Along each dim historic line 
 Of giant statues, half divine, 
 That lead toward the midmost shrine 
 
 Of Egypt's sleeping kings, 
 A fierce, wild gleam is on the air; 
 The tramp of gathering hosts is there; 
 The torch glows out with murky glare, 
 
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I30 EGYPT. 
 
 And over many a forming square 
 
 Unearthly radiance flings. 
 For not with banner, not with shout, 
 
 No warrior's pomp nor pride, 
 At midnight did the Lord go out. 
 
 And Egypt's firstborn died ! 
 
 II. 
 
 O past the power of human speech, 
 Past utterance of the song to teach,— 
 How those granitic temples rise 
 And gloom athwart the quiet skies ; 
 The moon, a pale and sickly disk, 
 Looks down upon each obelisk. 
 And throws a shadow gaunt and dim 
 O'er lines of kingly Anakim, 
 O'er human pomp and human pride. 
 And human passions deified : 
 All so unearthly, all so vast. 
 All breathing of the mighty past. 
 Here is the chieftain's latest bed 
 Of old heroic story; 
 
EGYPT. i:!i 
 
 The monarch, midst the monarch-dead, 
 Reposes in his glory. 
 
 III. 
 
 But not with warrior's pomp and boast 
 They marshal now, the midnight host : 
 Far as the plots of verdure smile 
 Down the green valley of the Nile, 
 No cot, but on the midnight gale 
 Pours out its grief, lifts up its wail ; 
 None, where the hot tear is not shed 
 Upon the loved and first-born dead. 
 In vain, poor mother, dost thou strive 
 To keep that little spark alive : 
 The Lord of Life, the Lord of Death 
 Claims, for no fault of thine, his breath. 
 It is that Egypt may be bent 
 Before the King omnipotent : 
 It is that Pharaoh's chiefs may own 
 Jehovah God, and Him alone. 
 In vain to strive, in vain to flee 
 Thy king's resistless Foe : 
 
132 EGYPT. 
 
 'I reck not of the Lord,' saith he, 
 
 ' And Israel shall not go :' 
 The nation quails before the stroke 
 The monarch's madness dared provoke. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Oh vainly warned ! when Nile's great flood 
 
 Rolled — miracle of fear ! — with blood : 
 
 When league past league, on either shore, 
 
 Came ripples, thick with clotted gore. 
 
 As if in vengeance on their foes 
 
 The murdered innocents arose. 
 
 Oh who may paint that fearful sky 
 
 When clouds grew dark, and winds grew high, 
 
 The day when threatened judgment came 
 
 In sheets of mingled hail and flame ! 
 
 Upon the tender crop it drove. 
 
 That sleet of sohd ice; 
 It shattered, in the idol-grove, 
 
 The gods of man's device : 
 All through the cavern's dim profound 
 Echoed that thunder's mighty sound ; 
 
EGYPT. 133 
 
 And pealed and pealed again its roar 
 Through sepulchre and corridor. 
 Oh fearful judgment from on high 
 
 With unresisted sway ! 
 The Lord is fighting from on high 
 
 Against the sons of clay. 
 
 V. 
 
 Day comes again : but such a morn 
 From Eastern clouds was never born, 
 As when, from Afric's torrid sand. 
 The desert-swarms, a monster band. 
 Came pouring o'er that cursed land. 
 
 That miserable race :"' 
 With eyes that sparkled living fire. 
 Monsters unknown and portents dire. 
 
 Came hurrying on apace. 
 Such visions, in the dead of night. 
 Crowd o'er the sick man's aching sight, 
 And, as he longs for morning light. 
 
 In feverish dreams have place. 
 
 * Reference is made to the tradition of the Jews, corroborated by the 
 Book of Wisdom (xvi. 3), that the smarms of Exod. viii. 20 were swarms of 
 beasts, not oi flies. 
 
134 EGYPT. 
 
 O God, Whom all things serve alike, 
 How many ways hast Thou to strike ! 
 How many means to overthrow 
 And grind to dust Thy strongest foe ! 
 
 VI. 
 
 On Goshen's land the morning broke 
 
 In light, and Hfe, and beauty; 
 And blithely Goshen's sons awoke 
 
 To toil in that day's duty : 
 Upon the ripples of the Nile 
 
 The Eastern sunbeams twinkled ; 
 And from the pasture-land the while 
 
 The merry sheep-bells tinkled ; 
 In all its glory flowed along 
 
 The old majestic river ; 
 And thanks arose in prayer and song 
 
 To that day's Lord and Giver : 
 The voice of children at the tank, — 
 
 The shout of honest labour, — 
 The feet that turned the water-crank 
 
 Cheered up by pipe and tabor : 
 
EGYPl. 135 
 
 The work goes on, the sport proceeds 
 
 So gaily and so brightly; 
 No insect skims, o'er water-weeds, 
 
 More merrily and lightly. 
 
 VII. 
 
 Anguish, terror, woe and error. 
 
 Over Zoan s people shed : 
 Desolation fills the nation, 
 
 'Tis a city of the dead ; 
 All is fearful, all is lonely; 
 Darkness, utter darkness only ! 
 Darkness, ink-like, pitchy darkness, 
 
 Darkness making hearts to melt; 
 Awful darkness, outer darkness, 
 
 Darkness such as may be felt. 
 
 Nature's self seems past and o'er. 
 
 Darkness, darkness evermore. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 O hardened heart, that still provokes 
 The Great Avenger's ceaseless strokes ! 
 
136 EGYPT. 
 
 The terror of nine plagues is past : 
 And yet remains the worst and last. 
 One fate on palace and on hall, 
 
 On cottage and on shed : 
 The firstborn stay and hope of all 
 
 In one great night lies dead ! 
 Such night as never was before, 
 Such night as never shall be more. 
 Now Israel's ransomed tribes may go, 
 Themselves thrust out in Egypt's woe : 
 God bids : the mighty East wind blows 
 
 The Red sea wave to sever; 
 — This morn may ye behold your foes,- 
 
 But not again for ever ! 
 
 IX. 
 
 I tell not now the glorious night 
 That saw Jeshurun's victor-flight : 
 How on each side the sea stood high 
 A rampart, azure as the sky : 
 Above, — the light waves rippling hoary,— 
 Beneath, — that wall's crystalline glory. 
 
EGYPT. 137 
 
 Six hundred thousand chosen men 
 
 Entered, at eve, that horrid glen : 
 
 The cloudy pillar went before. 
 
 The Lord's sure guide from shore to shore : 
 
 While frenzied now, but unsubdued, 
 
 All Egypt, man and horse, pursued. 
 
 Nor tell I how, as on they wind, 
 
 At midnight came the cloud behind, 
 
 And cast unutterable woe 
 
 Of terror on the advancing foe : 
 
 And poured a radiance calm and bright 
 
 O'er Israel, as on festal night. 
 
 The monarch's heart with terror reels. 
 
 Shrink back in awe the brave : 
 The Lord struck off their chariot wheels 
 
 That heavily they drave : 
 Then, echoed by the stone-like sea. 
 Rose the wild outcry, — 'Let us flee!' 
 Too late ! too late ! O man of God, 
 Stretch out once more the mystic rod 1 
 In vain they bend their backward way, 
 
 In vain retreat endeavour; 
 
138 EGYPT. 
 
 Them Israel may behold to-day, 
 But not again for ever. 
 
 X. 
 
 The battle hath been fought and won ; 
 
 The Lord hath dealt the blow : 
 And gladly towards the rising sun 
 
 The ransomed people go : 
 And many a year and many an age 
 Sweeps over Zoan's heritage, 
 And many a chief of fame is hid 
 Within the awful pyramid; 
 But still, through circling times, the priests 
 Serve ancient gods with ancient feasts. 
 And worship still with honour due 
 Osiris and his demon crew. 
 Meanwhile Judaea's prophet-lays 
 Foretel their fall in coming days ; 
 And Mede and Persian from afar 
 Cry on the chace and urge the war 
 With battle-axe and scymetar 
 
 'Gainst Egypt's rites divine : 
 
EGYPT. 139 
 
 Down with the giant forms of old, 
 Monarch and god together rolled : 
 Nor spoil of gems, nor bribe of gold. 
 
 Can save each idol-shrine. 
 Morning may rise with purple wings; 
 
 But never more shall float 
 The sound which sun-touched Memnon flings, 
 
 That sweet mysterious note : 
 For shrine and temple are defaced 
 In undistinguishable waste. 
 
 XI. 
 
 Let those who list it, rather sing 
 The pride of Egypt's second spring : 
 When buried learning rose again. 
 And poets struck the venal strain ; 
 And girt with many a princely quay 
 Fair Alexandria ruled the sea; 
 Until her merchant flag was furled 
 Before the Empress of the world : 
 And Egypt felt the destined fate 
 A patriarch's voice had spoke ; 
 
140 EGYPT. 
 
 And stooping from her princely state 
 
 Received a victor's yoke : 
 Long Had that doom been writ above, 
 When all the world was lost for love. 
 
 XII. 
 
 I rather turn from scenes like this 
 
 To Him Whose woe hath wrought our bliss 
 
 Who left that high eternal throne 
 
 To share our mortal lot : 
 And when He came amidst His own 
 
 His own received Him not. 
 For not alone in Canaan's land 
 
 His blessed Footsteps trod : 
 But Egpyt's old benighted strand 
 
 Received the coming God. 
 No herald hastened to proclaim 
 And blaze abroad His mighty name ; 
 No gathering clouds did honour meet, 
 And bowed them down before His feet; 
 An Infant snatched from blood and strife 
 Seeks for the exile's wretched Hfe : 
 
EGYPT. 141 
 
 But never yet did nation bring 
 
 Such welcome to a victor king.-'' 
 
 He passed the boundary of the Land — 
 
 She knew her Sovereign well : 
 In every shrine from strand to strand 
 
 The idol reel'd and fell : 
 Their reign is o'er, their work is done : 
 ' From Egypt have I called My Son ! ' 
 
 XIII. 
 
 Arm of the Lord that wast mighty of yore, 
 What ! is the day of thy victories o'er % 
 Egypt and Egypt's innumerous force, 
 Monarch and warrior, rider and horse, 
 Dared in the steps of Thy people to tread, — 
 Sank in the mighty abysses as lead ! 
 Fiercer than Pharaoh the monarch that now 
 Bids to his idols Thine Israel bow : 
 Come to their succour, O God, as of old !f 
 
 * Allusion is made to the legend that, when our Lord entered the land 
 of Egypt, every idol fell prostrate in its temple. 
 
 t The following lines refer to the Tenth Persecution, which raged, 
 perhaps, with greater fury in Egypt, than in any other part of the world. 
 
142 EGYPT. 
 
 Wilt Thou not fight for the sheep of Thy fold % 
 Let not him, counting our gain to be loss, 
 Spurn at the Monarch Who died on the Cross : 
 God of all victory ! rise and lay low 
 As in the days of past ages, the foe ! 
 
 XIV. 
 
 He wills not, as in other days. 
 
 Such trophies of His might to raise : 
 
 Another war must now be tried, 
 
 O follower of the Crucified ! 
 
 This is the triumph thou must win. 
 
 To suffer, rather than to sin. 
 
 All pangs to bear, all woes to dare, 
 
 To yield thy lingering breath, 
 And with the Son of God to share 
 
 The highest victory. Death ! 
 
 XV. 
 
 Thou canst not, impotent of heart. 
 Tax as thou wilt thy demon-art. 
 
EGYPT. 143 
 
 So much inflict, as, be thou sure, 
 A Christian Martyr will endure. 
 Go ! bid the theatre be deck'd 
 
 As for a festal day, — 
 And try thou, if the Lord's elect 
 
 Thy mandate will obey : 
 Go ! summon round the Caesar's Throne 
 
 Thy chosen ones to bend ; 
 The God of Hosts is with His own, 
 
 And will be to the end. 
 Command each cursed engine near, — 
 A woman shews no woman's fear ; 
 The child a sea of pain may stem 
 For that eternal diadem : 
 They well may shame and woe despise 
 Who have a mansion in the skies. 
 
 XVI. 
 
 The legend was told in the days of old, 
 
 How the fifty wise men met; 
 And in strength divine, Saint Katherine 
 
 Was before the tribunal set. 
 
144 EGYPT. 
 
 And she spake of the gods, (if gods they be, 
 
 Whom we neither may love nor fear,) 
 That have eyes indeed, but cannot see, 
 
 That have ears, but cannot hear: 
 And their power and their hate we may well contemn, 
 
 Who can neither do good nor ill; 
 And they that make them are like to them, 
 
 In spite of their boasted skill : 
 How the Csesar sat on the judgment-seat, 
 
 And called for the flame and the steel ; 
 And bade them bind her hands and feet 
 
 Upon the tormenting wheel : 
 But the lightning flashed, and the thunder rolled, 
 
 By the God of Vengeance sent, 
 And the fire descended, as once of old, 
 
 And the wheel in pieces rent ; 
 And beautiful angels came down from on high. 
 
 As in death she calmly lay, 
 And bare her coipse to Mount Sinai 
 
 In Arabia far away : 
 And they laid her within the rock-hewn cave. 
 
 For the days of her strife were o'er : 
 
EGYPT. 145 
 
 And the church that arose above that grave 
 Shall be famous evermore ! 
 
 XVII. 
 
 Thus saith the legend that we deem 
 A lovely and a pious dream; 
 But this I doubt not — Angels' love 
 Conveys them from the realm above, 
 To succour those who nobly die 
 A sacrifice to God on high : 
 And doubly glorious, doubly blest 
 Are they who take the martyr's rest. 
 
 XVIII. 
 
 Yes : and with many a martyr's fate 
 Was Egypt's country dedicate.* 
 They fled to many a cave and den, 
 
 To many a waste and wild ; 
 They trod in many an unknown glen, 
 
 — The mother and her child : 
 
 * For the multitude of those who fled into the desert from the Egyptian 
 persecution, and there perished, see Etisebius, H. E. viii. 13. 
 
146 EGYPT. 
 
 And then they laid them down to sleep, 
 
 The sleep that hath no ending; 
 And there were none to wail and weep, 
 
 Beside their bed attending : 
 The lip of infants vainly pressed 
 And marvelled at the clay-cold breast. 
 Until the soul, so free from stain, 
 
 So loving and so tender, 
 That dear, dear mother joined again 
 
 In heaven's eternal splendour. 
 
 XIX. 
 
 O day of woe ! O fearful loss 
 
 When to the Crescent bowed the Cross ! 
 
 When Islam's swarms spread far and wide 
 
 Wliere Athanasius toiled and died ; 
 
 And bade the foul impostor teach 
 
 Where Cyril's lips were wont to preach. 
 
 From Europe pour'd, in endless tide, 
 
 The followers of the Crucified, 
 
 And three times battling, three times foiled, 
 
 At length for Zoan's land they toiled. 
 
EGYPT. 147 
 
 They marshall 'neath the saintly king 
 
 Who rules his happy France ;* 
 It is a glorious gathering 
 
 Of pennon and of lance : 
 So brave and loving is that soul, 
 So noble in its self-control, 
 So snowy pure, that it may be 
 Well emblemed by its fleur-de-lys. 
 And Islam's sons are gathering fast. 
 And Islam's shout is on the blast ; 
 And Almoadan's royal brow 
 With fear and woe is furrowed now : 
 And either chief his battle sets 
 In front of Cairo's minarets. 
 
 XX. 
 
 The long, long day went wearily; 
 The long, long night went drearily : 
 Upon each tent, from the hot sky sent, 
 The sunbeams fell intensely : 
 
 * Reference is made to the Crusade of S. Louis, and its admirable de- 
 scription by the Sieur de Joinville. 
 
148 EGYPT. 
 
 Above the camp the evening damp 
 
 And fever-fog rose densely : 
 With the stagnant wave the canal was foul 
 
 That the Christian army bounded ; 
 And at night the screech of the sad screech-owl 
 
 O'er the Christian army sounded : 
 When the sun went down o'er the waste of brown, 
 
 In mingled sand and cloud, 
 There were forms, men said, of woe and dread, 
 
 Of coffin and hearse and shroud : 
 Then stalked the plague from tent to tent 
 Throughout the Christian armament : 
 A plague by fetid marshes sown, 
 A plague by human skill unknown, 
 A plague that sapped, by slow decay, 
 Each power of life and soul away : 
 And bred, where'er its anguish ran. 
 Corruption in the living man. 
 
 XXI. 
 
 O king ! the King of kings denies 
 That Cairo's towers shall be thy prize : 
 
EGYPT. 149 
 
 This be thy triumph, — to endure 
 
 Unmoved thy tribulations; 
 This be thy victory, — to ensure 
 
 God's own blest crown of patience : 
 Unsway'd by proffered rope or sword, 
 Unless the Prophet be adored ; 
 By threat of torture vainly tried 
 Except thou spurn the Crucified. 
 Think not the foe can e'er prevail, 
 
 Albeit as victor greeted ; 
 Think not, although thy battles fail, 
 
 That thou canst be defeated ! 
 
 XXII. 
 
 In westering clouds the sun is hid; 
 
 Eve gathers round the pyramid : 
 
 The twilight flings a parting smile 
 
 Upon the broad and glorious Nile : 
 
 The sunset breezes rise, and shed 
 
 Soft music from the palm-tree's head; 
 
 And one light boat with sail and oar 
 
 Hath crossed the stream and gained the shore. 
 
I50 RCYPT. 
 
 — Ves : nowhere else can evening cast 
 
 Such great reflections of the ])ast, 
 
 As where she glimmered round the path 
 
 Of Jose|)h and (jf Asenath ; 
 
 liade Israel's children cease from toil, 
 
 Or saw them rich with I*liaraoh's s])oiI. 
 
 — "I'is gone and o'er. I would the strain 
 
 'I'hat hath call'd uj) the past again, 
 
 And told of that Almighty Hand 
 
 So oft stretched out on /oan's strand, 
 
 And tried, too boldly, to relate 
 
 i^ach change and chance of human fate, 
 
 Were worthier, land of (Iod ! to be 
 
 A record of the past and thee ! 
 
Monarch of af^^cs, tlic iMrst and the Last, Whose 
 
 measureless vision 
 Joining the Past and the luiture in one, (where as 
 
 infinite rivers, 
 Here, in a moment of time, their two eternities 
 
 mingle,) 
 77us l)y Thy Saints hast writ, and i/ml \)y Tliy 
 
 lVo|)liets foretellest ; 
 Oh what a moment of time, what a liHef-told span 
 
 of existence 
 Thou hast appointed for man ! Hiougli he mete 
 
 out tlie path of tlie comet. 
 Measure the dej>tlis of the sea, and numl)er the stars 
 
 of the lieaven, 
 
 * A fiirlhcr I'ri/.c was adjudged to these hexameters. 
 
152 EGYPT. 
 
 Triumph o'er time, and annihilate space ! If his 
 
 years Thou hast shortened 
 Since their duration at first, 'twas not harshly, O God, 
 
 nor severely; — 
 Who in the passage to Life, (for what is this life 
 
 but a passage 
 Out of the storm into calm, to our own dear Country 
 
 from exile. 
 Into the region of joy from the kingdom of sorrow,) 
 
 would linger? 
 There is the goal of our race, the reward and the 
 
 end of our contest ; 
 There is the happy array of the souls made perfect 
 
 through suffering : 
 There is the realm where tempests are not, — where 
 
 Paradise blossoms. 
 Where God's Noon is eternal, and God's own Spring 
 
 everlasting. 
 Oh how they beckon us on, — those former and earthly 
 
 companions 
 Who have put off the corruptible now, and assumed 
 
 the eternal, — 
 
EGYPT. 153 
 
 Oh how they call us away from this earth's poor lures 
 
 and enticements, 
 Perishing when at the brightest, no sooner enjoyed 
 
 than departed ! 
 This is the voice of their love, as they point to the 
 
 infinite future, 
 — "Blessed and holy is he that hath part in the 
 
 First Resurrection ! " 
 
 Yet would I fain, — (for autumnal repose and the 
 
 glory of sunset 
 Call back the years that are gone in thoughts not 
 
 gloomy but solemn,) 
 Now that, a monarch in death, the great sun draws 
 
 to his setting. 
 Decking the earth with his beauty and kindling the 
 
 sky with his splendour, 
 Fain would I turn to the realm of the past; that 
 
 marvellous kingdom 
 Where, when the midnight shall come, this day, now 
 
 dying in beauty. 
 Shall, in the grave of years, be written for ever and 
 
 ever. — 
 
154 EGYPT. 
 
 What is the Hne of monarchs that, far as can history 
 
 venture, 
 Looms on th' horizon, a band so ghost-hke and 
 
 shadowy — monarchs 
 Passing in godUke array athwart the shadows that 
 
 cradle 
 Time in his awful departure from out of eternity's 
 
 bosom % 
 Mighty indeed that race, and mighty its memories, 
 
 rising 
 In the green vale of the Nile, the dead midst the 
 
 living around them : 
 Temples august in their granite, and calm great 
 
 obelisks, soaring 
 Up from the earth and its din, and statues, huge 
 
 and majestic. 
 Statues of deified monarchs, or king-like gods, may 
 
 I name them? 
 There is his last long sleep, the Chief and the Priest 
 
 and the Father, 
 Heart of the shrine and its worship : himself in 
 
 cornice and passage. 
 
EGYPT. 155 
 
 Trampling the proud in his wrath, or raising the 
 
 meek in his mercy : 
 There in the pillar sublime, the lawgiver seated in 
 
 judgment 
 Executes justice for all : there lastly, as earth is 
 
 departing. 
 Gently received by the gods as a god, was his earthly 
 
 entombment. 
 Spring should come down on the fields, and summer 
 
 should fade into autumn, 
 Thousand-fold thousands of times, (so intended the 
 
 skill of the builder,) 
 While, in the midst of the shrine, undisturbed, un- 
 
 tended, decayless. 
 Sleeping the infinite sleep, the monarch reposed in 
 
 his glory. 
 None should behold those walls, none gaze on the 
 
 wild decorations, 
 Sacred to silence and night, till the king should awake 
 
 from his slumbers, 
 Then, when the earth and sky should be mingled 
 
 together in ruin. 
 
156 EGYPT. 
 
 Who hath o'erthrown those temples % Who scattered 
 
 in measureless fragments 
 Idol, and pillar, and sphinx into heaps of eternal 
 
 confusion. 
 Dashing the statues of kings into grinning deformity, 
 
 mingling 
 Granite, and marble, and clay with the fierce wild 
 
 sweep of a whirlwind 1 
 Tremble, ye idols of Egypt ! The mighty avenger 
 
 approaches : 
 Tremble, ye priests of the stock and the stone ; let 
 
 them rise, let them save you. 
 If they have ears for your prayers, if victims and 
 
 hymns be availing ! 
 Where are the soldiers of yore % Let the long, long 
 
 lines of the archers 
 Stand in the front of the war; let them shoot, as 
 
 they shot at Megiddo,^ 
 When to the grave of his youth they hurried the 
 
 ruler of Sion, 
 
 ■* 2 Chron. xxxv, 22, 23. 
 
EGYPT. 157 
 
 Him that was faithful alone in a faithless and ill 
 
 generation. 
 Vainly they marshal for battle : the shout of the Mede 
 
 and the Persian 
 Daunting each spirit, and chilling each sense, grows 
 
 louder and louder: 
 Bel boweth down to his fate, and Nebo stoopeth to 
 
 ruin. 
 Laden with gold and with jewels the camels are 
 
 treading the desert, 
 Weary with those vast loads of capital, cornice, and 
 
 pillar. 
 Destined to serve in the victor's abode. Hence, 
 
 ruin on ruin ; 
 Hence, when the sun sinks low, and the purple and 
 
 African desert 
 Glows as the steel on the anvil, — the long slant rays 
 
 of the sunbeam. 
 Mournfully gilding the ruin, makes sadder the sad 
 
 desolation. 
 Music is hushed in those halls ; the voice of the bride 
 
 and the bridegroom 
 
158 EGYPT. 
 
 Never shall echo again ; no light of a candle shallj | 
 
 glimmer ; 
 Beasts of the desert are there, and owls in their 
 
 desolate places. 
 Marvellous still is the scene, though its youth and 
 
 its strength have departed : 
 Man may pass by and his works, but the flow of 
 
 the stream is eternal f'' 
 Cradled in silence, and lapped in obscurity, onward 
 
 and onward 
 Winding or forcing its way through dim and im- 
 passable mountains, 
 Peaks unknown and untrodden, mysterious Crophi 
 
 and Mophijf 
 Then, in convulsion and jar, with writhing and 
 
 feverish waters, 
 Struggling and panting along, where the cataract, 
 
 wonderful portal, 
 
 % 
 
 * immota labascunt : 
 
 Et quae perpetuo sunt agitata, manent. 
 
 Jan? IS Vitalis. 
 
 t Herodotus, II. 28. [xera^v ':$vfipr]s re trSXios Keifjieva ttjs 
 07])8aiSos, Sv6 oijpea, Koi 'EAecpavrij'rjs' ovvo/xara Se elvai rolat 
 ovpeffi, rep fxhy, Kpucpi, rcf Se, Mw(pi. 
 
EGYPT. 159 
 
 Opens its beautiful way thro' the fair green valley 
 
 of Egypt. 
 Egypt, unchanged and unchangeable land ! since the 
 
 days of thy glory 
 Oh what mutation of earth, what rise and extinction 
 
 of nations ! 
 There where the forest primeval was stretched, with 
 
 the gnarl of its branches 
 Shadowing acre on acre, a deep green ocean of 
 
 verdure, 
 Commerce hath wedded together the flame and the 
 
 water, combining 
 City and city in one ; and with more than the speed 
 
 of the lightning 
 Darting, o'er mountain and vale, the thought and 
 
 the word and the action. 
 There, by the deep sea-shore, where was nought but 
 
 the wearisome ripple. 
 Hour after hour, of the wave, and the lonesome 
 
 scream of the sea-gull, 
 Now is the clang of the dock, the voice of the mallet 
 
 and hammer, 
 
i6o EGYPT. 
 
 Clamping and clenching the planks that shall ride 
 
 the queen of the ocean. 
 Thou wast the same, O land of the past ! thy obe- 
 lisks pointed 
 Up to the noontide sun, — thy sphinxes, in terrible 
 
 beauty, 
 Guarded the shrine and its gate, when Ishmael's 
 
 merchantmen entered 
 Bearing their spices and myrrh, and leading the 
 
 captive and bondman, ' 
 
 Him that was sold from the pit in the distant valley 
 
 of Dothan. 
 Strong in the strength of thy God, be faithful amidst 
 
 the unfaithful \ 
 Bear yet awhile that dungeon! A mightier captive 
 
 than thou art. 
 Suffers in type with thee ; He is taken from prison 
 
 and judgment. 
 Yet in the end to the throne, the eternal throne is 
 
 exalted ! 
 
 — Beautiful season of old, when down and valley 
 and hillside 
 
EGYPT. i6i 
 
 Yielded a place for his flocks, while the great oak, 
 
 stretching her branches 
 Over the greensward round, was the Patriarch's home 
 
 for a season. 
 Here was the light tent pitch' d, the earth gave treasure 
 
 of water: 
 Here was the altar erected to God : while pastoral 
 
 princes 
 Came with their proffer of peace, and knelt at the 
 
 shrine of El-Bethel.* 
 Now for awhile farewell to the plain of beautiful 
 
 Canaan : 
 God hath commanded, Advance ! O'er the earth 
 
 the famine is raging; 
 Only in Zoan is food : and with visions of peace and 
 
 of plenty- 
 Happier tidings arrive, — too happy at first for re- 
 ception, 
 * Joseph is yet alive ; is alive, and is Lord over Egypt ! 
 Bravely the brave old man goes forth with the tribes 
 
 of the future : 
 
 * Gen. XXXV. 7. 
 
 M 
 
i62 EGYPT. 
 
 Casting his all upon God, Whose word is his light 
 
 and his waymark 
 Now, as in years long past : ' for certainly I will be 
 
 with thee ; 
 ' I will go down with thy steps, and again will bring 
 
 thee to Canaan.' 
 Thus, when an evening of calm, succeeding the day 
 
 of the tempest. 
 Pours through the rifts of the clouds the marvellous 
 
 glory of sunset. 
 Gilding each hard dark edge, and melting the mist 
 
 into silver ; 
 Then earth sends to the sky her great oblation of 
 
 incense ; 
 Sparkles the tree and the flower ; the birds chant 
 
 gladly their Vespers ; 
 Greener the green mead glows, more azure the blue 
 
 of the aether : — 
 Thus is the calm fair end of a life so chequered 
 
 with chances. 
 Now o'er the waste of the sand he beholds the 
 
 pyramids gleaming ; 
 
EGYPT. 163 
 
 Now is enwrapped in those dear, dear arms : now 
 
 Goshen the happy, 
 Goshen the best of the land, the home of the future, 
 
 is round him. 
 Year after year rolls on ; the little ones bloom into 
 
 youthhood. 
 Youth into man's ripe strength, and the full ripe 
 
 vigour of manhood 
 Melts into eld : while still, the Prince and the Priest 
 
 of his people, 
 Jacob awaits his call ; and expects the repose of 
 
 the righteous. 
 
 » 
 When shall the season draw nigh, — the season fore- 
 told? What chieftain 
 Bursting the dungeon and loosing the chain, shall 
 
 deliver Jeshurun? 
 Arm of the Lord ! it is time to awake : the bondage 
 
 is bitter. 
 Heavy and sore is the yoke wherewith they burden 
 
 Thy people ! 
 Is not Thine own word pledged, that years four 
 
 hundred and thirty 
 
1 64 EGYPT. 
 
 Rolling away, shall redeem Thy flock % O remember 
 
 Thy promise ; 
 Think of the Saints of the past : of the Saints, O God 
 
 of the living. 
 Dwelling with Thee in the peace of Thy home, and 
 
 deliver their children ! 
 
 Oh what a night was that, what a night to be 
 
 ever recorded, 
 When from the seat of the Lord went forth the 
 
 Mandate of Judgment ! 
 When the Eternal Word,^' as a warrior armed for the 
 
 slaughter, • 
 Leapt from his throne, and stood on the earth, but 
 
 reached to the heaven ! 
 Death in the courts of the palace, and death in the 
 
 hut of the bondman : 
 Everywhere, everywhere, death. The sad low wail 
 
 of the firstborn 
 Hangs on the midnight air, while the pitiless angel 
 
 of sorrow 
 
 * Wisdom xviii. 15, 16. 
 
EGYPT. 165 
 
 Stays not and knows not to spare. No avail in the 
 
 skill of physician \ 
 Vain is the prayer of devotion, and vain the voice 
 
 of affection. 
 But, in the Lord's own land, with the Lord's own 
 
 people, is gladness, 
 Where the mysterious blood is sprinkled on lintel 
 
 and doorpost, 
 Warding the stroke of death. They eat the mystical 
 
 supper. 
 Standing, and sandalled, and hasty of mien, and girt 
 
 for departure. 
 (So, when the world and its deeds shall be o'er, when 
 
 the angel of judgment 
 Summons the quick and the dead, woe ! woe ! where 
 
 the Paschal Oblation 
 Hath not besprinkled each soul, — thence writ with 
 
 the reprobate people !) 
 
 Now there is forming of lines, and the blast of 
 
 the trumpet at midnight; 
 Torches glare out in the streets ; they marshal by 
 
 tribes and by houses : 
 
1 66 EGYPT. 
 
 Borrow ye jewels of gold, saith the Lord, and jewels 
 
 of silver; 
 As she hath spoil'd, so let her be spoil'd : oppress 
 
 the oppressor : 
 Gather the double of all, in the hour of her just re- 
 tribution. 
 Hurriedly sweeps the array, where the voice of the 
 
 ruler directs it. 
 Billow on billow, instinct with life : still onward and 
 
 onward 
 Take they the desolate way of the wild, by Succoth 
 
 and Etham. 
 Who shall protect them now? The chariots and 
 
 horses of Egypt 
 Thunder behind, and the deep is before, and the 
 
 wail of the trumpet, 
 Prancing of steeds, and shout of the foe, wax louder 
 
 and louder. 
 Then from the Throne of God, that Throne, where 
 
 the weary have refuge. 
 Where in the midst of distress there is calm, that 
 
 mandate was uttered, 
 
EGYPT. 167 
 
 — Mandate not uttered alone that day for the thou- 
 sands of Judah, — 
 But to all ages addressed, and to all generations, 
 
 "Go forward!" 
 Forward, when all seems lost, when the cause looks 
 
 utterly hopeless ; 
 Forward, when brave hearts fail, and to yield is 
 
 the rede of the coward ; 
 Forward, when friends fall off, and enemies gather 
 
 around thee ; 
 Thou, though alone with thy God, though alone in 
 
 thy courage. Go forward ! 
 Nothing it is with Him to redeem or by few or 
 
 by many : 
 Help, though deferred, shall arrive ; ere morn the 
 
 night is at darkest. 
 
 Oh what a wonderful sight, as the wild sea, hither 
 
 and thither, 
 Piled itself up, and was raised in a heap ! A horror 
 
 of gladness 
 Thrilled through the host, as, on this side and that, 
 
 the obedient water 
 
1 68 EGYPT. 
 
 Stood like an adamant wall, with a dark, deep valley 
 
 below it : 
 Valley, where coralline trees stretched out their 
 
 branches of beauty. 
 But on each face of the pile, so glassy and golden 
 
 together, 
 Now (for it drew to the eve) were the westering 
 
 sunbeams reflected. 
 Yea, in what marvellous tints, through the very abyss 
 
 of the ocean, 
 Struck they and pierced they and lingered ! What 
 
 hues of crimson and jasper 
 Shaded away, or commingling, led onward and onward 
 
 the vision 
 Into the far sea depth ! what soft and violet pulses 
 Quivered afar through the mass, instinct with glory 
 
 • and splendour ! 
 Marvels unknown till then : for //// then never had 
 
 Nature 
 Opened the sea-nymphs' hall, and revealed the palace 
 
 of ocean. 
 Tribes of the Lord, advance ! the Pillar of Cloud 
 
 is before you ! 
 
EGYPT. 169 
 
 Go, where your God shall lead ! 
 
 And night hath 
 
 come down in her blackness. 
 Only the deep tramp, tramp of the hosts, and the 
 
 shout of the captains, 
 Neighing of steeds, and thunder of car. Now woman 
 
 and childhood 
 Wearily, wearily drag their steps; while fiercer and 
 
 gladder, 
 Deeming the prey in their clutch, press on those 
 
 thousands of Egypt. 
 Woe for the faint and the few ! When lo ! the pillary 
 
 vapour, 
 (Just as the midnight divides the departing day from 
 
 the morrow,) 
 Hitherto leading the van, now fearfully swoops to the 
 
 rearward. 
 Right between host and host. On Zoan ineffable 
 
 terror 
 Poured from that horrible cloud, as its congregate 
 
 masses of blackness 
 Swirled through the labouring air : but gladness and 
 
 glory on Judah, 
 
I70 EGYPT. 
 
 Such as the Presence of God streams down on the 
 Seats of the Blessed. 
 
 Glowed in its radiance the host : glowed banner and 
 
 armour and buckler; 
 Squadron and line of advance glowed out : on the 
 
 watery bulwark 
 Flickered and trembled the broken array and frag- 
 ments of splendour. 
 Ah ! but the Form ! That Form that looked on the 
 
 army of Egypt 
 Forth from the pillar of cloud, to distract and to 
 
 madden and frenzy? 
 Then fell terror on hearts that till then never had 
 
 trembled : 
 Then blanched lips that had never grown pale : the 
 
 chariots of Memphis 
 Heavily, heavily, heavily drave : their wheels were 
 
 shattered ; 
 Blended were horse and foot. ' Let us flee ! let us 
 
 flee !' was the outcry : 
 ' Back, for the Lord is with them and battles against 
 
 the Egyptian ! ' 
 
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 Woe, for the word Too late! Ah, bitterly, bitterly- 
 uttered, 
 Then when the harvest is past, and the summer is 
 
 ended for ever ! 
 One little moment of time, one brief imperceptible 
 
 second. 
 Closes the portal of hope : Here, none but the 
 
 desperate enter ! 
 Back on the wreck of the host rush down those 
 
 mighty abysses ; 
 Back on the king and the prince ; back, back on 
 
 the horse and the rider : 
 One wild shriek of despair; and then that silence 
 
 for ever. 
 
 Oh for the vision that once came down by the 
 
 river of Chebar,*' 
 Teaching the Son of Man of past and present and 
 
 future ! 
 Then with a pencil of light might I picture the course 
 
 of the ages 
 
 * Ezekiel i. 3. 
 
172 EGYPT. 
 
 Such as the pyramids saw ! 
 
 By the mouth of the 
 
 River of Egypt 
 Rises the merchant queen, that had sway o'er the 
 
 sea of the inland. 
 Over the tideless waves went forth those vessels of 
 
 commerce, 
 Visiting island and port, as far as the Pillars of 
 
 Atlas \ 
 Yea, with undaunted prow stemming boldly against 
 
 the Atlantic, 
 Coasting the shores of the West, till they entered 
 
 the Bay of Ulysses :* 
 Or, more adventurous still, their carved beak turned 
 
 to the southward. 
 Anchored they under Madeira, the sweetest Isle of 
 
 the Ocean. 
 Learning awakes from her sleep where the Ptolemy 
 
 wieldeth the sceptre ; 
 Echo again some few faint strains of the poets of 
 
 Hellas ; 
 
 * Ulyssipolis, that Is, Lisbon. 
 
EGYPT. 173 
 
 Though the sweet source of the song be dried, 
 
 still harmony lingers, 
 Oh how poor, how faint, how weak, ere dying for 
 
 ever ! 
 Now o'er the land of the Nile is the Western Eagle 
 
 triumphant ; 
 Now is the mart of the earth, and the world's great 
 
 granary, Roman ; 
 Marvellous change ! But a change more marvellous 
 
 time in its fulness 
 Hurries along; when the Cross shall o'erthrow the 
 
 altars of Egypt ; 
 When to the Name and the fame of the Crucified 
 
 dedicate, temples 
 Shall in the city lift up their head ; in the desolate 
 
 places 
 Hallow the soil that was once the domain and abode 
 
 of Osiris. 
 Oh what a fight to the death ! What glorious conflict 
 
 of martyrs ! 
 Oh what a struggle of Satan ! What rage and despair 
 
 of the fiend-gods ! 
 
174 EGYPT. 
 
 When to the rack men went, as the victor might 
 
 go to a triumph, 
 Hugging each engine of pain as a bride ; in the 
 
 theatre stood they 
 Waiting the rush and the roar of the beast, that 
 
 terrible passage 
 Up to the Vision and Glory of God, the Sight 
 
 Beatific. 
 Tier upon tier rose high with the pitiless multitude 
 
 crowded : 
 Praefect and Consulars sat where the silken and 
 
 delicate awning 
 Shielded the noon-day sun ; beneath, in the very 
 
 arena, 
 He that is Martyr of martyrs again was crowned in 
 
 His servant. 
 Nor with the steel and the torture alone was the 
 
 battle decided : 
 Into the wilds they fled, to the desert and cavern 
 
 and mountain, 
 Dying of hunger and thirst, the babe and the mother 
 
 together, 
 
EGYPT. 175 
 
 Leaving their bones to whiten, a prey to the vulture 
 
 and jackal ; 
 Till in the day, when the Lord shall descend in 
 
 His terror to judgment, 
 They shall obey His voice and be glorious for ever 
 
 and ever. 
 — This is the way that they fought, those heroes 
 
 of Christ and His Kingdom ; 
 This is the way that they conquered, by toil and by 
 
 patient endurance : 
 Therefore they now are before His Seat, where the 
 
 River of Pleasure 
 Springs from the Throne of the Lamb That was 
 
 slain, as glassy as crystal; 
 Where there is no more curse, but on either side of 
 
 the River 
 Groweth the Tree of Life with her twelve fruits, each 
 
 in their season; 
 Where they shall see His Face, and His Name shall 
 
 be in their foreheads. 
 
 Now is the battle-array that shall crush or the Cross 
 or the demon ; 
 
176 EGYPT. 
 
 Where in the great sea-square of the merchant city 
 
 of princes, 
 Rises the idol on high, that ancient idol, Serapis,* 
 Doomed to be struck to the earth, — so saith the 
 
 command of the Csesar. 
 — Who hath the courage to deal that blow"? For 
 
 the prophets of Egypt 
 Tell, when that image shall fall, how the sky and 
 
 the ocean shall mingle, 
 Darkness shall cover the world, and nature return 
 
 into chaos. 
 " Give me an axe," saith a firm brave voice. And 
 
 the multitude cower. 
 Trembling and shrinking together, and deem that the 
 
 end is approaching. 
 "Strike in the Name of the Lord!" And the idol 
 
 trembles and totters : 
 Down with it, down to the ground ! It falls, but 
 
 a marvellous thunder 
 Echoes within that frame. Great terror is over the 
 
 people ; 
 
 * See the story in Socrates, H. E. V. i6. 
 
EGYPT. 177 
 
 Till from their ancient abode, in myriad, myriad 
 
 numbers. 
 Pours forth a cohort of rats. Then peals of mea- 
 sureless laughter; 
 'These be thy gods, O Egypt!' 
 
 The landscape of 
 
 history darkens : 
 Pour from the tents of the East his hordes, the 
 
 Impostor of Mecca : 
 Glows in the front of their van a land like the Garden 
 
 of Eden : 
 Blackens behind their rear a howling and terrible 
 
 desert. 
 Now is the land of the Nile yet again the servant 
 
 of servants, 
 Mighty in thoughts of the past alone : while the 
 
 fabrics of ages 
 Sadly and dimly look down on the hopes and the 
 
 schemes of the future. 
 Relics of Pharaoh's renown, how strangely they blend 
 
 and commingle 
 Into the present, the great highways of peace and 
 
 of commerce, n 
 
178 EGYPT. 
 
 Where from our country are sent her commands to 
 
 the world of the Sunrise, 
 Where from the sea to the sea go forth the telegraph 
 
 flashes ! 
 
 Lord of the Past and the Future, Whom history- 
 preaches and blesses, 
 
 Who by Thy wisdom uphold'st Thine own through 
 the perils of this world ! 
 
 Still, when a Pharaoh attacks, raise up for Thy people 
 a Moses ; 
 
 Still let the Red Sea wave be a path of escape for 
 Thy Ransomed ; 
 
 Still through the desert lead on, still sever the waters 
 of Jordan; 
 
 Till they obtain, at the last, their promised inheritance, 
 Canaan ! 
 
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 Why from the western clouds walks Evening forth 
 
 In such transcendent hues? Why sinks the Sun 
 
 Behind Judaea's hills, in such array 
 
 Of golden majesty, that never yet 
 
 Eneglaim's"^' fisher saw that sullen lake 
 
 Clad in such living purple as to-day? 
 
 That Bethlehem's shepherd — (as he shades his eyes, 
 
 And marks how Light and Beauty interweave 
 
 Their delicate threads of opal in the West 
 
 Round those strong bars of crimson,) — lifts his heart, 
 
 And blesses God Who made the world so fair? 
 
 * Ezekiel xlvii. lo. "The fishers shall stand upon it" — the Dead Sea- 
 "from Engedi even unto Eneglaim." 
 
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 — O Nature, cursed of old for man's offence ! 
 O God's Creation, once so beautiful, 
 So perfect in thy beauty, — since defiled 
 By man's defiler ! — well thou may st to-day 
 Gird thee with festal splendour, tire thy brow 
 With living light, and pour thy beauty forth ! 
 Now the first time, the very first of all. 
 The great sun sets upon a ransomed earth : 
 Sees man redeem' d, and God victorious : sees 
 Captivity led captive. Death by death 
 O'erwhelm'd, and Life out-bursting from the Grave. 
 
 There is one spot, a spot the Angels know, 
 — O touch it gently, thou red messenger 
 Of beauty from the West ! with softest kiss 
 Salute each hallow'd blade ! It now is clad 
 With evening's gems, but three days since was decked 
 With that tremendous dew of Blood, which spake 
 The death-throes of an agonizing God : 
 'Twas there the strife began : there face to face 
 He stood. Whose purer eyes abhor all guilt. 
 With heap'd-up centuries of transgression, crime 
 
THE DISCIPLES AT EMMA US. 183 
 
 Of untold generations, stretching back 
 
 To that first sin that lost us Paradise 
 
 And brought in death, — and forwards, length'ning out 
 
 In vista, hideous and more hideous yet, 
 
 To the last deed of violence that shall be 
 
 Before the Archangel's Trumpet ! And He knelt 
 
 With Head bow'd down on that most holiest spot, 
 
 That anchorage of every soul, — and said, 
 
 If it be possible., — oh prayer thrice breathed 
 
 In Agony that only God can know ! — 
 
 Let this Clip pass away: yet not My Will 
 
 But Thine be done. — And where were mortals then? 
 
 Where were the Victor's glory? where the Name 
 
 Exalted o'er all names of things in Heav'n, 
 
 And things on earth, and things beneath the earth : 
 
 The One, the Only Name wherein is life 
 
 And strength and love and comfort? 
 
 Aye ! exult, 
 Exult, O Sun, and leap for joy, O Earth ! 
 Oh how transfigured now, since, three days erst. 
 Sweet light extinct at high noon, dim eclipse 
 Dragged on, o'er mountain range and desert sand, 
 
1 84 THE DISCIPLES AT EMMA US. 
 
 And labouring ox, and bright spring beds of flowers, 
 And young green woods, the funeral pall of God : 
 What time the Athenian sage,'^' amidst the band 
 Of pale disciples, shiv'ring in their fear, 
 " Or this world's God is suffering, or the frame 
 "Of this world's self," he said, "is breaking up!" 
 What time — for some believe the marvellous tale,f — 
 His vessel bounding o'er the wine-dark sea. 
 The pilot Tamois heard that voice, — "Whene'er 
 " Thy galley nears Phalacrum's stormy cape, 
 " Proclaim thou from the prow, — ' Great Pan is dead !'" 
 Nay ! speed the vessel ! spread all canvas ! woo 
 Each favouring breeze, and fly the dangerous coast ! 
 — Vain human forethought ! vain the seaman's art ! 
 Soon as the white cliff beetles o'er the deep. 
 Fails the fair breeze : the sails droop idly down : 
 And Tamois, now a bowshot from the coast, 
 Afraid to disobey, yet loth to speak, 
 
 * Allusion is made to the well-known tale that S. Dionysius the Areopagite 
 burst forth into such an exclamation when observing the miraculous eclipse 
 at our Blessed Lord's Crucifixion. 
 
 t The story of Tamois is related by Plutarch in his work on the Cessation 
 of Oracles : and Tiberius is by that author said to have enquired into the 
 truth of the tale from the lips of Tamois himself. 
 
THE DISCIPLES AT EMMA US. 185 
 
 Makes proclamation that Great Pan is dead. 
 At once, ten thousand thousand hideous cries 
 And doleful lamentations, — whispered bans 
 Of unseen things that flap their spirit-wings 
 And gibber through the air, and make it sad 
 With woe and wailing. These infernal Powers 
 Have learnt the enigmatic lore, and know 
 Their human empire fall'n. — The breeze springs up ; 
 The vessel onward flies : and queenly Rome 
 Hath heard, nor understood, the wondrous tale. 
 
 Oh pleasant pilgrimage, where arching boughs 
 Talk to each other, and the breeze, — of spring 
 With all its soft young beauty ! There the fig 
 Puts forth its milky leaves — the cactus there 
 Bristles with oar-like petals ; while the copse 
 Echoes the bulbul's full delicious notes, 
 And all is vernal joy. — But who are these, 
 Twain pilgrims, as it seems, that, slow and sad, 
 Leaving the Holy City, and the pile 
 Of snowy glory, tow'ring o'er the abyss 
 On this side and on that, majestic shrine 
 
1 86 THE DISCIPLES AT EMMA US. 
 
 Of prayer for nations, where the Paschal Feast 
 
 As yet invites to worship, wend their way 
 
 To fair Emmaus 1 — Hark ! their talk, the while, 
 
 Is of a King, esteemed the Son of God, 
 
 Who yet hath yielded to the Law of Man : 
 
 Is of a great Deliverer, That could save 
 
 Others, it seems, but could not save Himself: 
 
 Is of a mighty Prophet, That could stay 
 
 Diseases by a word, could bid the sea 
 
 Boiling in maddest fury, to be still. 
 
 Command the fiends that torture human frames 
 
 Back to their place of torment, yea, restore 
 
 Lord of the gates of hell, the dead to life : 
 
 Their guide, their friend, their ruler. Where are now 
 
 His promises of Love? Where now their hopes 
 
 Of many mansions in His Father's House? 
 
 Their Head is gone, — their visions fled, — for He, 
 
 By most unrighteous judgment doom'd, hath died 
 
 That shameful death, the malefactor's Cross, 
 
 Accounted with transgressors : yea, to-day 
 
 Is the third day since all these things were done. 
 
 What is to them the splendour of the sky. 
 
THE DISCIPLES A T EMMA US. 187 
 
 The loveliness of spring? — The sun that sets 
 So glorious now, shall rise more glorious still ; 
 The flowers that died in autumn, have assumed 
 Their newer life, and every tinted leaf 
 Opes its young channel to the verdurous sap. 
 For Him is no awak'ning, till the hour 
 Of Heavenly right, reversing earthly wrong; 
 The Resurrection of the latter day. 
 Oh happy hours of converse, when He spake 
 As man spake never ! Oh dear fields and paths 
 Trod by those blessed feet, thenceafter nailed 
 Fast to the bitter Cross ! Oh pleasant skies 
 Of blue Gennesaret ! obedient waves 
 Whose midnight surges into peace He trod ! 
 Him by what name must they remember now, 
 Or Son of God, or Son of Man % If this. 
 Woe to those hopes whose aim is based on clay ! 
 If that, — can He, the Immortal, taste of death, 
 The impassible, of suffering'? He that holds 
 The Heaven of Heavens in that Almighty grasp 
 Be held within the grave? — 
 
 Methought that now 
 
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 In this spring landscape there were pilgrims twain 
 And lo ! a third is with them ; Who draws near 
 With salutation sweet yet grave, and asks 
 The cause that hath set sadness on their brow. 
 " Hast thou not heard, — or hast thou stood aloof 
 From all the Paschal pilgrims, — of the things 
 That these last days have brought to every ear?" 
 "What things'?" that Stranger asks. And straight 
 
 the tide 
 Of mingled hope and fear and love breaks forth : 
 How they had hoped that He Who fed the crowds, 
 Who heal'd the sick. Who still'd the waves. Who held 
 The keys of hell and death, had been the King, 
 Jeshurun's promised Monarch : He Whose Throne 
 Should stretch its sceptred sway from shore to shore, 
 Yea from the river to the world's confine : 
 To Wliom all kings should bow, Whom every power 
 Should own supreme, we trusted it was He ! 
 We trusted, — till our hopes were nail'd to that, 
 The self-same Cross whereon our Master hung. 
 Yea certain of our company, who bare 
 No woman's heart with more than woman's love. 
 
 1 
 
THE DISCIPLES AT EMMA US. 189 
 
 Were early at the tomb, whereat they saw 
 A vision of the Seraphs ; and they asked, 
 Why seek ye thus the Living midst the dead % 
 The Angels they beheld, and we, who went 
 Wing'd with their tale, beheld them too : but Him, 
 The Angels' Monarch, saw we not. 
 
 "O fools 
 And slow of heart," that Stranger said, "who thus 
 Reject the teaching of prophetic lore ! 
 And ought not He, the Anointed, to have trod 
 The path of suffering first, ere He assumed 
 The exceeding glorious and eternal Crown? 
 Ought He not first to breast the howling waves 
 Amidst the night of this world, ere at length 
 The morn now come,"^ He stands upon the shore"? 
 What other lesson taught they, since of old. 
 Ere yet the cherubim with fiery sword 
 Had guarded Eden's entrance, God's great love 
 Promised the Woman's Seed That was to reign, 
 
 * Compare S. John xxi. 4. " But when the morning was now come, 
 Jesus stood on the shore :" which is usually applied by the Fathers to the 
 shore of Heavenly rest, and the morning of the Resurrection. 
 
I90 THE DISCIPLES AT EMMA US. 
 
 But not before He suffered, — He shall bruise 
 The serpent's head, but thou shalt bruise His heel^ 
 Why else were all their labours, who were made 
 Types of the Promised Ruler, but for this ? 
 Why trod he wearily the three days' march. 
 The long-sought offspring, " Isaac, whom thou lov'st," 
 And bare the fire, and bare the wood, but not 
 The lamb for the burnt-offering : he that lamb 
 Bound on the Altar, while above his son 
 That glorious father bared the trembling knife? 
 Why else the thousand victims, pouring out 
 Their meek and patient lives, and offering up 
 Their innocence for offences not their own. 
 While o'er their death rang trumpet peal and shawm, 
 The psaltery and the cymbal? Oh vast roof 
 Radiant with gems and gold ! oh dim-seen forms 
 Of Angels brooding o'er the Mercy Seat ! 
 Why on that dread est hour, that fast of fasts, 
 The Day of Great Atonement, went the Priest 
 Into the Holy of the Holies, where 
 In its unutterable majesty 
 God's own Shechinah burn'd? Why else the tale 
 
THE DISCIPLES AT EMM A US. 191 
 
 Of Israel's champions, victors by defeat ; 
 Through bondage and through exile and contempt, 
 And midnight march, and flight of peril, raised, 
 The good fight fought, to Salem's peaceful throne?" 
 
 — Oh how He spake, that Stranger ! how His words 
 Roll'd ofl" the darkness from the byegone times^' 
 And touch' d them with prophetic light ! 
 
 He shewed 
 The plain beneath Mount Carmel,f where the glow 
 Of thousand thousand watchfires lighted up 
 The stilly midnight, while the warrior sons 
 Of Edom and of Midian slept the sleep 
 Of glutted insolence, and dreamed of spoil 
 Won from a morrow richer than to-day. 
 But what the arms of God's elected chief 
 And of his brave three hundred? Not the sword 
 And spear and shield, the warrior's earthly guard ; 
 
 * S. Luke xxiv. 27. "He expounded unto them, in all the Scriptures, 
 the things concerning Himself." Hence, in the present poem, some of the 
 types are described at length, on which our Blessed Lord may be supposed 
 more particularly to have dwelt. 
 
 t Gideon, a type of Christ. Judges vii. 16 — 21. 
 
192 THE DISCIPLES AT EMM A US. 
 
 But pitchers, moulded by the potter's art, 
 And lamps withm the pitchers : " What I do, 
 That see that ye do also." Then the cry, 
 " The sword of Gideon and of God ! " the crash 
 Of shattered pitchers, and the glare that burst 
 Upon the midnight host ; while round and round, 
 Now here, now there, that shout's great thunder rose, 
 "The sword of God and Gideon!" — Even thus. 
 Almighty Conqueror, didst Thou seek the foe 
 Amidst the night of this world : even thus, 
 The mortal vessel shattered gloriously, 
 Flash'd forth the Godhead ! Yea, and they that bear 
 Thy Name, must do Thy deeds : must freely yield 
 This mortal frame to anguish and to death. 
 If this Thy call, and fear not them that kill, 
 And after that have nought that they can do : 
 Oh glorious lot of Martyrs ! — Yet not less 
 They tread His footsteps, who for Him endure 
 A life-long death ; who spend and who are spent 
 In labour, mocked at by the world, — in strife 
 Both with the ill within them and without : 
 In self-denial that, by slow degrees, 
 
THE DISCIPLES AT EMMAUS. 193 
 
 Wearing the mortal vessel out, at length 
 Shall unimprison the internal light. 
 
 Anon He led them in His god-like talk 
 To Dagon's temple,* where the shouting crowd 
 Bade the imprisoned warrior make them sport ; 
 Captive, and bhnd, and fettered, there he stands, 
 A spectacle of woe ; yet none the less 
 Retains the unconquerable will, to die 
 Himself, and by his death destroy the foe. 
 On those twain pillars of the house he leans, 
 And makes his prayer : " Remember me, O God, 
 This once, O God, and strengthen me this once. 
 Only this once, that I may be avenged. 
 And with the dying Philistines may die." 
 One lengthened hideous tug, and down they come, 
 The pillars of the temple, crashing in 
 On those besotted thousands. So the dead 
 His death, were more than those his life, destroyed. 
 — Not less, O glorious Captive, didst Thou hang 
 A spectacle to angels, on that Cross, 
 
 * Samson, a type of Christ. Judges xvi. 25 — 30. 
 
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194 THE DISCIPLES A T EMMA US. 
 
 The watch-tower of the world, the whilst Thy hands, 
 Nailed to its bitter wood, for us burst through 
 The fetters of damnation, crushed for us 
 By death the reign of death, and brought forth life ; 
 Life without sickness, life without end, life 
 Such as the angels live, and next to God. 
 
 Still were those travellers' ears attent, although 
 The westering sun gave warning that the eve 
 Must send the latest incense of her flowers, 
 The latest music of her birds, to heaven. 
 Forthwith that unknown Friend — (for friend He was, 
 Who poured in comfort on the orphaned men, 
 As holy morn pours light and warmth and joy 
 On utter darkness) — shifts the scene, and shows 
 Philistia's hosts and Israel's, face to face 
 Stretched in the valley of the Terebinth,| 
 And shouting for the battle. Hope on those, 
 Secure of victory, sits : these sullen shame 
 
 * David, a type of Christ, i Sam. xvii. 
 
 t I Sam. xvii. 2. "The valley of Elah :" rather " of the Elah," that is, 
 of the Terebinth tree. 
 
THE DISCIPLES A T EMMA US. 195 
 
 Weighs down, and fear that dares not tempt defeat. 
 
 For lo ! the enormous champion tow'rs along, 
 
 Matchless in brutal strength, sole reHc now 
 
 Of those gigantic demigods who erst 
 
 Held sway o'er Canaan. How he belches forth 
 
 Words of fierce scorn and bitter biting jeers 
 
 Against the people of the Lord Most High, 
 
 Against the Lord Himself! — But why repeat 
 
 That tale of nursery-faith,^' which infants hear 
 
 Half-pleased, half -frightened, while the firelight throws 
 
 Fantastic shadows round them, and the wind 
 
 Goes rioting forth upon the Sunday Eve 
 
 Of howling Mid-November ! They the while 
 
 Pillow their head upon the Mother's breast. 
 
 And in that warm white nest shut out the sight 
 
 Of great Goliath, and the brazen glare 
 
 Of shield and sword and terrible weaver's beam. 
 
 A tale of nursery-lore : yet tale fulfilled 
 
 In its deep strength, when He, the Infant, born 
 
 In David's City, Bethlehem, went to meet 
 
 The fierce Goliath of the human race. 
 
 * " Twined to the people's pious nursery -faith." — Wallenstein. 
 
196 THE DISCIPLES AT EMMA US. 
 
 But not as warriors go, with noise confused,"^ 
 
 And garments rolled in blood ; with captains' shout 
 
 And thunder of the battle : but despised, 
 
 A poor man midst the poor, He gently dropped 
 
 His Majesty, the friend of sinners still ; 
 
 Till in the final conflict, drinking first 
 
 The brook of deep affliction by the way,f 
 
 He conquered ; with Goliath's sword cut off| 
 
 Gohath's head, by toil abolished toil. 
 
 By woe wiped off all tears, by death slew death, 
 
 By rising, raised us to eternal life. 
 
 Thus called He up the champions, one by one. 
 Whose mortal course prefigured His, the Christ's : 
 And cheered those faithful two by many a proof 
 That He must suffer ere He reigned. — But then, 
 Just as the sun went down beneath the hills. 
 He touched the " more sure word of prophecy :" 
 How David, in his ecstasy, H beheld 
 
 * Isaiah ix. 5. t Psalm ex. 7. 
 
 X The slaughter of Goliath with his own sword, so continually taken by 
 early commentators, of death destroyed by death. 
 !l Psalm xxii. 
 
THE DISCIPLES AT EMMAUS. 197 
 
 Messiah's Agony, — the hands and feet 
 
 Pierced by the bitter nails ; the frame so racked ; 
 
 Each member so distorted ; gall His meat, 
 
 And vinegar His drink. And next to him, 
 
 The son of Amoz told his sadder tale: 
 
 He is rejected and despised of men, 
 
 A man of sorrows and acquaint with grief: 
 
 And we esteemed Him not : His face was marred 
 
 More than the sons of men ; — 'twas marred for us ; 
 
 For surely, surely. He hath borne our griefs 
 
 And carried all our sorrows \'^' He in death 
 
 Was with the malefactor, but His grave 
 
 Among the rich and noble. 
 
 Come thou forth, 
 O Daniel !f and declare the time, ordained 
 Before the world was, when to save that world, 
 Messiah for its guilt shall be cut off. 
 The seventy weeks are ended : needs must Christ 
 Have entered on His Work. — The twelve-fold band 
 Repeat the self-same tale, — from him that sank, 
 Gulphed in that ocean-shouldering monster's maw, 
 
 * Isaiah liii. t Daniel ix. 26, 27. 
 
198 THE DISCIPLES AT EMMA US. 
 
 Down to the bottom of the mountains, — thence 
 Called up from black despair, to light and joy, — 
 To him who hailed the Conqueror o'er the Grave,* — 
 Death ! I will be thy Death ! (Oh glorious song ! 
 Repeat it. Earth, with all thy thousand tongues. 
 And hail it, Heaven !) O Grave, behold and own 
 Thy great Destroyer ! 
 
 Thus that Stranger spoke : 
 And as He spoke, a glorious vision brake 
 Upon the twain. 
 
 As when the pilgrim gropes 
 His doubtful way through thunder-fog and mist 
 Down terrible Y Wyddfa,f — where each step 
 Is peril, where each pause is utter doubt, 
 And error is destruction, — if perchance 
 The western breeze lifts off that vaporous skirt 
 High from the double summit, then each range 
 Of circling mountains laughs in sunlit joy. 
 While the clear path shoots downward, and below 
 Basks sweet Llanberris in the summer eve : — 
 
 * Hosea xiii. 14. 
 
 t Y Wyddfa : "The Conspicuous ;" the highest point of Snowdon. 
 
THE DISCIPLES AT EMMA US. 199 
 
 So from their souls fled agony and doubt, 
 And in its stead came love and joy and peace, 
 And their hearts burnt within them. They meanwhile 
 Have reached their journey's goal; a peasant's cot 
 Where myrtle breathes out fragrance, and the snow 
 Of orange bloom alternates with the gold 
 Of the ripe fruit, while vines, from elm to elm. 
 Fling the young beauty of their tendrils out. 
 " Abide with us," they say ; " the day is spent ; 
 "Abide with us, and rest." He set His Face 
 Towards the upland slope, where yet abide 
 The sentinels of twilight : still they urge 
 Redoubling their petition. 
 
 As He yields, 
 The board is spread : and at the frugal meal 
 They stand, and give God thanks : then sit and eat. 
 Nay ! mark that Stranger now ! He taketh bread, 
 He blesseth, and He breaketh. 
 
 And their eyes 
 Are opened, and they know Him ! 
 
 It is He, 
 The Lord of Whom they spake : the Lord That died. 
 
200 THE DISCIPLES AT EMMAUS. 
 
 And rose again ; and lives for evermore. 
 And He hath vanished ! 
 
 Oh to see Him yet ! 
 " Did not our h'earts burn in us as He shewed 
 How Moses and the Prophets speak of Him, 
 His Death and Victory?" — That same hour they rise, 
 And Hghted by the Paschal Moon, that now 
 Floods holy Olivet with trembling light. 
 Wend back towards the City. There the Eleven 
 Had met this eve in silence and in fear, 
 With doors fast locked, lest enemies intrude. 
 Two days agone, " Though all men," was their boast, 
 "Reject Thee and deny Thee, yet not we:" 
 And they forsook the first ! — And what if now 
 They who forgat Him be by Him forgot? 
 What if the golden chain of love be snapped? — 
 Nay, never, never deem it ! This His Law : 
 Loving His own. He loves them to the end. 
 Meanwhile, up hill, through copse, down vale, they go 
 Where lately He was with them : on they press 
 With this one yearning hope, to tell the tale 
 That shall remove all fear and end all doubts. 
 
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 Now they have reached the portal, now they meet 
 The challenge of the soldier : now they tread 
 The dim and silent city streets, and gain 
 The upper room, that kernel of the Church. 
 And lo ! they hear the tale they thought to tell : 
 "The Lord is risen indeed, and hath appeared 
 To Simon!" 
 
 O the joy of joys ! O Day 
 Blest beyond all days ! Portal to the sky ! 
 The golden ladder, lifting man to God ! 
 And Thou, — what tongue can tell Thy praise? — 
 
 what heart. 
 Bursting in thankfulness, can sing Thy love. 
 Thou vanquished Victor, Crucified Supreme, 
 That reign' st, because thou suffered'st ! Thou hast 
 
 now 
 Done with those woes for ever : Thou hast left 
 That glorious TereXecrTat to Thy band 
 Battling in this world ; Thou upon the vault 
 Of "terrible crystal,"^' which the Angels tread, 
 Stand'st in the midst, the Lamb That hast been slain ; 
 
 * Ezekiel i. 22. 
 
202 THE DISCIPLES AT EMMAUS. 
 
 And see'st the prostrate Elders, and the Four 
 Mysterious Living Creatures, and the souls 
 Perfect through suffering, that have reached Thy Land 
 By the same path Thou trodd'st : and how they strike 
 Their purest light-harps, and ascribe to Thee 
 The glory and the wisdom and the might. 
 The victory and salvation ! 
 
 Grant me, God, 
 One day, the lowest place beneath their feet ! 
 
RUTH. 
 
 I860. 
 
R UTH. 
 
 He stood on that prophetic height. 
 
 The chief of Israel's host, 
 And cast, inspired of God, his sight 
 
 Round Canaan's furthest coast : 
 Where Spring, hke some fair youthful queen, 
 Decked Jordan's banks with loveliest green, 
 And, right in Judah's onward road. 
 The City of the Palm-trees glowed, 
 And Idumsea's mountains lay 
 Far in the South, obscurely grey, 
 To where the purple died away 
 
 Upon the Western main ; 
 
2o6 RUTH. 
 
 Where Ephraim's hills in glory shone, 
 
 By sea-stormed Carmel, on and on, 
 
 Till, crowned with snow-wreaths, Lebanon 
 
 Girt in Sidonia's plain. 
 Nor less he views each future scene, 
 Though many a century intervene ; 
 How Judah's holier mount shall own 
 
 The Lord's elected seat. 
 And Sion's future towers enthrone 
 
 The footstool of His feet : 
 — Behold the land thy tribes must win, 
 But plead thou not to enter in ! 
 
 II. 
 
 Of all the vision, sweet yet faint. 
 
 That cheered the warrior and the saint, 
 
 What landscape could so brightly shine, 
 
 Bethlehem-Ephratah, as thine? 
 
 Dear sunny fields, — true " House of bread,"- 
 
 True home of David's race; 
 Whence Judah's mystic bands are fed 
 
 And whence endued with grace ; 
 
RUTH. 207 
 
 Where He His earliest light shall pour, 
 
 The Flower of Jesse's rod ; 
 The Wonderful, the Counsellor, 
 
 The Everlasting God : 
 Where Israel's tribes shall lift the horn, 
 
 And Satan's ranks be riven, 
 What time to us a Child is born, 
 
 To us a Son is given : 
 Where midnight skies shall sing His birth. 
 The future Lord of ransomed earth ; 
 Nor Gloria in Excelsis cease 
 
 From furthest shore to shore 
 To tell of "peace to men of peace," 
 
 From thenceforth evermore. 
 
 III. 
 
 glorious theme ! but all too high 
 For my unskilful minstrelsy : 
 
 1 rather turn my ruder rhyme 
 Back to the scenes of earher time ; 
 Though still we mark the dews that gem 
 Each leaf and flower of Bethlehem ; 
 
2o8 RUTH. 
 
 Still note the evening's latest tint 
 Upon her rustic turrets glint; 
 Though many a sun has yet in turn 
 
 To ripen Bethlehem's corn, 
 And many a summer's course to burn, 
 
 Before her Lord is born. 
 Let others tell how here that Name, 
 
 That Blessed Name, was won ; 
 And wreathe a garland for His fame, 
 
 The everlasting Son : 
 To no such strain I tune my string, 
 
 No such renown I hail; 
 I leave them all, — content to sing 
 
 A simple village-tale. 
 
 IV. 
 
 A sky of the deepest and tenderest blue : 
 A landscape that glistens with May's first dew : 
 The land of the olive, the land of the vine, 
 The region that floweth with oil and with wine 
 While the pathway, down to the valley, glows 
 With Hermon's lily, and Sharon's rose : 
 
RUTH. 209 
 
 And, like peaceful squadrons in rank enrolled, 
 
 The broad slopes glitter with barley-gold : 
 
 What spot upon earth, as the spot where we stand, 
 
 Is so like the happy eternal Land % 
 
 But there is no riving of heart from heart : 
 
 There none can sorrow, and none can part : 
 
 There sickness is banished, and dried each tear. 
 
 And consoled each mourner — 'tis not so here ! 
 
 V. 
 
 'Tis not so here — for sad and slow. 
 With words of doubt, and mien of woe. 
 
 Three pilgrims onward stray; 
 They mark not how, exulting loud, 
 The lark, from yonder purple cloud. 
 
 Salutes the early day : 
 They reck not how the air is balm, 
 How nature's very self breathes calm. 
 
 And all her tribes are gay : 
 No ! there is hidden grief that lies 
 Too deep for all her harmonies. 
 
2IO RUTH. 
 
 Three pilgrims : one with matron air, 
 And features worn, yet sadly fair, 
 And beauty in its calm decay, 
 As landscape in an autumn day : 
 And two that to her neck have clung, 
 Like roses round some firmer stem. 
 O'er which their gentle leaves have hung, 
 And which their red buds diadem. 
 Both lovely as a dream — both dight 
 In robes of eastern beauty's light : 
 But she, whose darker ringlets deck 
 The fair pure brow, and purer neck, 
 Whose eye is clear and firm and true 
 As summer heaven of deepest blue, 
 Whose clinging gesture tells how much 
 Affection speaks by very touch, — 
 Go forth and search from East to West 
 For tenderest eye and snowiest breast. 
 For mingled loveliness and truth. 
 And thou shalt find their home in Ruth ! 
 But who that sees them now, would dare 
 To think that Orpah were less fair? 
 
RUTH. 211 
 
 Less fixed in faith, less firm in hope, 
 With every toil, for love, to cope? 
 
 VI. 
 
 Two summer morns alike may break. 
 And bid the wood's sweet anthems wake ; 
 And one shall mark its sun descend 
 Unclouded, to his glorious end, 
 And one shall see the whirlwind rise, 
 And storm and gloom enshroud its skies. 
 Two summer larks alike may spring. 
 At daybreak, on their upward wing; 
 And this at eve shall carol loud 
 Beneath her canopy of cloud, 
 And that, before the west is grey, 
 Shall flutter as the fowler's prey. 
 Two rosebuds shall alike be seen 
 To burst their shrine of emerald green ; 
 And one shall shed its life-long breath 
 In sweetness, and be sweet in death ; 
 And one, ere yet 'tis fully burst, 
 With mildew and with blight be curst. 
 
212 RUTH. 
 
 And so these twain : — this hour shall view 
 Which is the feigned and which the true. 
 
 VII. 
 
 With her fair sad face, and her matron grace, 
 
 She spake to her daughters twain ; 
 And her glance was cast to the days that were past, 
 
 And could never return again : 
 To the loved ones that lie 'neath an alien sky. 
 
 And moulder in heathen clay; 
 And never shall stand in the Lord's own land 
 
 Till the Resurrection Day. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 " O happy hours, while yet of old 
 The God of Jacob watched His fold, 
 While yours, mine own, it was to bless 
 With love and careful tenderness : 
 And though remembering, day by day, 
 The Lord's own mansion, far away. 
 And mindful, at each evening's rise. 
 Of Shiloh's holy Sacrifice, — 
 
RUTH. 21; 
 
 Still had I hoped one day to tread, 
 With you and with the holy dead, 
 To you unknown, but dear to them, 
 The quiet fields of Bethlehem. 
 That hope is past : and though my heart 
 Half breaks to say it, we must part : 
 'Tis the Most High that wills it— No ! 
 Cling not to me, sweet daughters, so ! 
 I have no sons, my joy and pride, 
 Henceforth to claim in each their bride ; 
 I have no hope, in sinking age 
 To find a home for heritage. 
 Turn, then, and seek your native shore ; 
 Turn to your people's shrine once more : 
 And, wheresoe'er your lot be thrown, 
 The God we trust in guard His own ! 
 And give you some one day to prove 
 His best and holiest treasure, love; 
 And infants that shall yet be pressed 
 With mother's rapture to the breast : 
 And so His aid be by you felt, 
 His shield around you spread, 
 
214 RUTH. 
 
 As, in the former days, ye dealt 
 With me, and with the dead !" 
 
 IX. 
 
 Orpah, dost thou hide thy face. 
 And canst thou bear to sever? 
 
 And hast thou heart for that embrace 
 Which says farewell for ever? 
 
 — Thou, in Whose Hand is earthly bliss. 
 
 Oh give me any woe but this ! 
 
 That where I lean with every power 
 Of faith and love and trust, 
 
 1 ever should endure the hour 
 That crushes all to dust ! 
 
 Take those I love, if so Thy will. 
 And I may love them dearlier still : 
 They pass but for a while away, 
 
 They dwell at home with Thee; — 
 And I shall go to them, tho' they 
 
 Shall not return to me : 
 But thus to lose the faith of years, — 
 'Tis grief that lies too deep for tears : 
 
RUTH. 215 
 
 'Tis gloom, whence hope no ray can borrow : 
 'Tis night that cannot lor' xor morrow. 
 Once more I pray :- an Orpah's kiss, — 
 O give me any vvoe but this ! 
 
 X. 
 
 What time the storm was black as night, 
 
 And rain was driving fast. 
 And gulfs of cloud, from height to height, 
 
 Were tossed before the blast : 
 Hast thou not seen the rainbow-arch 
 From North to South serenely march, 
 And heard its own consoling cheer, 
 ' Be of good comfort ! God is here ! ' 
 So as they stood beside the palm 
 
 Where Orpah bade farewell, 
 Those accents full of love and calm 
 
 Upon the silence fell : 
 "Whate'er of weal, whate'er of woe. 
 
 Beset thy future way. 
 Whither thou goest, I will go. 
 
 And where thou stayest, stay : 
 
2i6 RUTH. 
 
 Where'er thou shalt have bowed the knee, 
 
 Whatever path have trod, 
 Thy people shall my people be. 
 
 Thy God shall be my God : 
 And when that darkest hour draws nigh, 
 
 Yet be not thou afraid : 
 For where thou diest, I will die. 
 
 And there will I be laid : 
 And God do so and more to me, 
 If aught but death part me and thee ! " 
 
 XI. 
 
 Three thousand years have passed away 
 
 Since first those words were spoken, 
 And still, as on that very day. 
 
 Their spell remains unbroken : 
 The exile on an alien shore 
 
 Drinks in their high devotion. 
 The home-wrapped seaman cons them o'er 
 
 Upon the Atlantic Ocean : 
 The soldier grasps them for his shield 
 
 Before the sign of battle ; 
 
RUTH. 217 
 
 They whisper comfort in the field 
 
 Above the cannon's rattle : 
 Watchword of woman's love, that still 
 Will mock at space, and smile at ill : 
 That, when the clouds close darkest romid, 
 
 Will only shine the brighter; 
 That, when the rest are faithless found. 
 
 Will only cling the tighter : 
 'The Lord do so and more to me, 
 If aught but death part me and thee ! ' 
 
 XII. 
 
 *Thou art praised in Sion, O God of Hosts ! 
 
 And to Thee they perform the vow, 
 When they go to worship in Salem's coasts, 
 
 And before Thine Altar bow : 
 Thou visitest earth with a glorious birth ; 
 
 Thou makest it plenteous indeed ; 
 And the River of God shall fatten the sod, 
 
 For so Thou preparest the seed : 
 
 * See Psalm Ixv. 
 
2i8 RUTH. 
 
 Thou waterest her furrows, Thou droppest the grain 
 
 Into every little vale ; 
 And Thou makest it soft with the drops of rain, 
 
 Nor lettest the increase fail : 
 Thou crownest the year with Thy goodness here. 
 
 And Thy clouds drop fatness still : 
 They shall comfort and bless the wilderness, 
 
 And gladden each little hill : 
 — The folds shall be full of sheep ! 
 
 The valleys so thick with corn, 
 That for very joy they shall laugh and leap. 
 
 When Thou liftest Thy people's horn ! 
 
 XIII. 
 
 So from the break of early day, 
 
 Until the night grew dim. 
 In Ephratah, while all was gay, 
 
 Went on the harvest hymn : 
 But thou in harvest joy to share, 
 Poor wanderer ! hast but little care ! 
 — She hastened forth from Bethlehem 
 
 With all a Mother's pride. 
 
RUTH. 219 
 
 Content the world's wild waves to stem, 
 
 Her husband at her side : 
 Now she returns in life's decay, 
 Youth's brightest dreams dissolved away : 
 Her footsteps, like an alien's, roam 
 Round that which once she called her home : 
 And, but for this dear treasure, now 
 Hers by affection and by vow, 
 As lonely midst her own she stands, 
 As shipwrecked man on stranger sands. 
 ' O call me not Naomi, — God 
 
 Hath changed my former name ! 
 And for the Crown He sends the rod. 
 
 And for the glory, shame : 
 Yet to His Will content to bow, — 
 My title must be Mara now ! ' 
 
 XIV. 
 
 I marvel not that poets teach 
 
 Of that fair golden time, 
 When heart was pure, when thought was speech, 
 
 When heart was in her prime. 
 
220 RUTH. 
 
 And so I deem, as I behold 
 
 Where Bethlehem's harvest waves in gold, 
 
 And see the lord of all the land 
 
 Come forth amidst his reaper band, 
 
 With gentle mien and kindly air. 
 
 As if an equal part they bare, 
 
 — The master in the servants' toil, 
 
 The servants in the master's spoil. 
 
 "The Lord be with thee!" — O sweet token 
 
 Of love to God and man unbroken ! 
 
 O glorious words, which not alone 
 
 Shall Bethlehem's hills repeat. 
 But after years, from zone to zone, 
 Shall echo at the Lord's own Throne 
 
 In many a cadence sweet : 
 What time the vast Cathedral pile. 
 From vaulted Nave and fretted Aisle, 
 
 Shall, all in answer meet, 
 "And with thy spirit!" make reply, 
 In that full choral harmony ! 
 
RUTH. 221 
 
 XV. 
 
 But one there is, of stranger mien, 
 
 Who dares in those sweet fields to glean, 
 
 Where none may grudge, and none upbraids. 
 
 Amidst the ranks of Israel's maids ; 
 
 Although the fierce sun, flaming down, 
 
 Hath tinged her cheek with darker brown. 
 
 Although with unaccustomed toil 
 
 She gather in the reaper's spoil. 
 
 Deem not her task unblessed above — 
 
 She toils in faith, and works for love. 
 
 " Hearken, my daughter ! Seek not now 
 
 In other fields to stray, 
 But by my maidens tarry thou. 
 
 And in my harvest stay: 
 And at their fountain cool thy lip, 
 And in their cup thy morsel dip : 
 Have I not charged them, that they be 
 As though they shared one home with thee"?" 
 
 XVI. 
 
 — Oh, in this world, that turns its sight 
 
222 RUTH. 
 
 To darkness rather than to Hght, 
 
 And, in its course embruted, 
 That loves to brand the pure and bright 
 
 As faithless and polluted; 
 The very worst suspecting still, 
 And out of good inventing ill ; 
 In this poor judgment-seat of dust, 
 How great a thing is holy trust ! 
 — The merry harvest feast is past; 
 The harvest pipe is hushed at last; 
 In scattered farm and distant cot 
 Of many a wild and hill-side spot, 
 The reapers, while in silence dim 
 
 The moon her bright watch keepeth, 
 Once more commend themselves to Him, 
 
 Who slumbereth not nor sleepeth. 
 But Boaz, — he must be secure 
 Whose willing hand hath fed the poor, — 
 But Boaz lays him down to rest, 
 Where are the barn sheaves closeliest prest. 
 When the Lord's banner is unfurled. 
 
 And crushed are death and sin, 
 
RUTH. 223 
 
 Thus, in the harvest of the world, 
 He shall be garnered in ! 
 
 XVII. 
 
 Oh blame her not ! she comes impressed 
 
 By Israel's law in clear behest : 
 
 Directed by the lore of age 
 
 To claim her wifely heritage : 
 
 As pure as Angels in the sky, 
 
 As safe as in a sanctuary. 
 
 The heaven is calm, the night is dark : 
 
 That barn-floor is her holy ark : 
 
 He sleeps the good man's slumber sweet; 
 
 She crouches stilly at his feet : 
 
 And guardian Angels watch above. 
 
 With looks of joy and thoughts of love : 
 
 They see, in prophet-vision clear, 
 
 The future scenes that shall be there : 
 
 The Babe that comes our woes to heal, 
 
 And make our bitter sweet : 
 The Virgin Mother that shall kneel 
 
 And worship at His Feet : 
 
224 RUTH. 
 
 Though Israel may reject her Lord, 
 
 The ox and ass shall know 
 The Prince, for evermore adored, 
 
 Who comes to dwell below : 
 And hither shall the wise men bring 
 
 Their offerings three, to own 
 The God, the Mortal, and the King, 
 
 Who reigns from Sion's throne ! 
 When shall the promised time appear, 
 That this shall be, and this be here ? 
 That promised time and King they see, 
 And trace His line, sweet Ruth, to thee ! 
 
 XVIII. 
 
 AVhy should I tell how midnight rest 
 With holy, plighted troth was blest? 
 Why should I tell, at Bethlehem's gate 
 How Bethlehem's chosen elders wait, 
 And call the God Who rules the sky 
 The sacred bond to ratify? 
 How she, the alien one, who chose 
 In Israel's land to find repose, 
 
RUTH. 22!; 
 
 Her home, her kin, her gods forsaken, 
 From Israel's God hath guerdon taken? 
 And therefore is her name enrolled 
 
 In that celestial page. 
 Which, writ in characters of gold, 
 
 Shall live from age to age : 
 And therefore doth her story shine. 
 Unspotted, in Messiah's line ; 
 And she hath won the endless fame 
 That from her heathen-root He came. 
 And so, amidst a world of strife, 
 She speaks the words of hope and hfe : 
 ' If thou art called to toil for truth, 
 
 Yet be not thou afraid ; 
 But think upon the God of Ruth, 
 
 And He shall give thee aid!' 
 
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KING JO SI AH. 
 
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 Who, with apparel stained of crimson hue, 
 
 — Like one that treads the winefat, or as chief 
 
 Returning victor from the field of blood — 
 
 Comes softly thro' the woodland? — Who but He, 
 
 The God of Autumn, guarding plighted troth, 
 
 Troth, then first plighted when He stretched the bow 
 
 From Ararat to Elbrouz, "while earth lasts, 
 
 Seedtime and harvest, day and night, shall be'"? — 
 
 He speaks the word : and leafy chapels, late 
 
 Rich with the music of a thousand songs. 
 
 Green shrines, where nightingales from eve till morn 
 
 Poured antiphonal joy, and loftier Aisles, 
 
 Sweet with the wild doves' gurgling note of love. 
 
230 KING yOSIAH. 
 
 Assume the sunset of the year. The elm 
 
 Dissolves in golden showers : the maple sends 
 
 A flock of red leaves, like the rainbow-birds 
 
 Of tropic forests, wandering through the air; 
 
 And the brave oak tears off his purpler vest. 
 
 " God made not death :" and autumn had no rule 
 
 In His first Paradise, nor shall have place 
 
 In that, the better Paradise, which One, • 
 
 On the dim evening of a stormy day. 
 
 With dying lips foretold to dying ears, 
 
 Saying,. "To-day shalt thou be with Me there." 
 
 Yes : Autumn is of Earth : and Earth hath too 
 An Autumn of the nations. Then the sap 
 Which, in its young wild life, joined land to land, 
 Turned forests into cities, made the sea 
 White with a thousand sails, sent lion-hearts 
 To found new empires, making glad the waste 
 With woman's love and beauty, children's smiles, 
 And man's brave honest toil, and all that bids 
 The sad and solitary land rejoice. 
 Dies at its very fountain. Then strong arms 
 
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KING JOSIAH. 231 
 
 Falter and tremble : then strong hearts grow faint : — 
 And efforts dwarf and dwindle, and the night 
 Cometh when none can work. So nations' years 
 Draw to the mournful autumn of their close ; 
 And such an autumn knows no second spring. 
 
 So Israel's autumn now ; as shortening days, 
 And rising winds, and gathering clouds, proclaim. 
 Yet, as in Western forests, ere the snow 
 Wraps the whole earth in Winter's bridal veil. 
 Ere nature's pulses cease, ere yet the wolf 
 Wakes the gaunt echoes of the leafless trees. 
 The Indian knows of gentler gales, — of flowers 
 Decked in half-vernal beauty, — knows of skies 
 Cloudless, or flecked with soft-winged specks, that 
 
 drop 
 Their playful shadows where the warm wind breathes, 
 — And all the more presages that the end. 
 The dead year's winding-sheet, is therefore nigh : 
 Or, as when hectic's deadly rose hath burnt 
 Some maiden cheek, — and kindled up the eye 
 To deeper beauty, while each waning day 
 
232 KING JOSIAH. 
 
 Gives troth more earnest to the last great Foe ; 
 And they, the hopeless watchers, know her lot 
 No other bridal chamber than the grave : 
 Perchance, in that last conflict, nature wakes 
 Her utmost efforts, and, a moment. Life 
 Winning her last, last field, keeps Death at bay : 
 Yet not the less, poor Mother, dost thou see 
 The glazing eye, damp brow, and all that makes 
 The laying down the flesh so hard, at hand : — 
 So Israel trod the last steep steps of death. 
 
 A helpless, hopeless struggle thine, O King, 
 Last very King of Judah ! Yet not less 
 1 deem that chief's a glorious part, who now, 
 Outnumbered, outmanoeuvred, sure of fate. 
 While arm can strike, or heart can beat, fights on. 
 Nor less the pilot's, who, when utmost skill 
 Hath done its part, and done its part in vain, 
 With mainmast by the board, and bulwarks gone, 
 And boats swept off, while right ahead, the deep 
 Churns, on the jaws of some near reef, its foam, 
 Stands by the helm, and faithful to the last, 
 
KING JOSIAH. 233 
 
 Rules the devoted vessel. Them, if not 
 "The meed of man, the Crown of God, awaits. 
 
 Wherefore let God's great temple, that dear House 
 Of Israel's praises, raise its head once more ! 
 Once more with trumpet peal, and gentler lute, 
 And dulcimer and psaltery, pour the strain 
 Over the thousand victims ! Let the Priests, 
 The sons of Aaron, in their courses wait : 
 And choose ye out the Lamb, and strike the blood 
 On lintel and on doorpost, while the tale 
 Of Israel's great salvation passes round : 
 And eat with girded loins, and staff in hand. 
 And bitter herbs : while orphan lips"^ rehearse 
 The glories of that Red Sea march, and tell 
 Of horse and rider thrown into the sea : 
 And let the great shout rise — "For He is good. 
 His Mercy is for ever," — echoed back 
 
 * It is well known that a portion of the Passover Service, according to 
 the Jewish tradition, was necessarily said by an orphan : to which our Lord's 
 words, " I will not leave yo2i orphans," spoken on that same Passover night, 
 have probably reference. 
 
234 KING JOSIAH. 
 
 From Sion to Mount Olivet, and o'er 
 
 The Hill of Evil Counsel. There are ears 
 
 Now drinking in this jubilance of praise, 
 
 That, pass how short a space ! shall hear the roar 
 
 Of flame-cones shooting high above those towers ; 
 
 The wild Chaldean yell, — the groan of death, 
 
 The sob of mortal anguish, and the shriek 
 
 Of maiden's last despair. And eyes which now 
 
 Behold the goodly cohort, that arrayed 
 
 In linen vest and ephod, as one man, 
 
 Pour from a thousand trumpets God's great praise, — 
 
 Those eyes shall see the marble halls enwrapped 
 
 In smoke and fire, while streams of molten gold 
 
 Run down the glorious pavement, and the air 
 
 In far-off vales and palmgroves breathes the scent 
 
 Of cedar roofs consuming. But not yet : 
 
 While Judah's monarch lives, her life is charmed : 
 
 So spake, by woman's voice, the Lord of Hosts : 
 
 "Thou shalt be gathered to thy grave in peace, 
 
 And shalt not see the evil." So the Feast 
 
 Was Queen of all past Festals : — and the King, 
 
 If hopeless of his country's future, still 
 
KING yOSIAH. 235 
 
 Goes forth to wreak God's vengeance on the shrines 
 That thus have wrought her ruin. 
 
 Aye, strike on ! 
 Still in thine ear those curses ring, — still glare 
 Those letters in thine eyes : " If thou shalt turn 
 To such foul gods of wood and stone, the fear 
 Of those devoted nations, then accursed 
 In city art thou, and in field accursed : 
 Accursed in going out and coming in : 
 Accursed in basket and in store : Accursed 
 In fruit of body, and in fruit of land ; 
 In increase of- thy kine and of thy sheep : 
 Then shall the plague, the thing"^'" that walks by night. 
 Stalk through thy dwelling : then consumption seize 
 The flower of all thine offspring : then the Lord 
 Shall smite thee with the mildew and the blight, 
 The blasting, and the burning, and the scab : 
 Then shall the heaven above thee turn to brass, 
 The earth beneath be iron. Thou shalt grope 
 At noonday in the darkness that is felt : 
 
 * Vulg. Psalm xc. 6. A mgotio perambulante in tenebris. 
 
236 KING yOSIAH. 
 
 Thou shalt betroth a bride in all her youth 
 
 And all her beauty ; and her beauty' and youtl 
 
 Others shall rifle. So shalt thou become 
 
 A byeword and a hissing and a curse : 
 
 One way shalt thou go forth against thy foes ; 
 
 Ten ways shalt flee before them." 
 
 So he stands 
 Amid that cypress grove, where autumn suns 
 Diffuse a mournful splendour : where they lie 
 Who passed away — I say not, fell asleep — 
 In worship of the hate of Israel's God. 
 
 — Thou seest yon forest where the great oaks cast 
 Their broken and fantastic shades athwart 
 The greensward glades, where, but for them, the sun 
 Had ploughed his golden furrows on the lea *? — 
 Yes; they have seen, since that great day of wrath, 
 Four centuries of foliage. Then he came. 
 The Prophet of the Living God, — he told 
 God's vengeance on the Altar and the King. 
 Oh wise for others ! madman for himself ! 
 He ventured on the Martyr's path : he saw 
 
KING JOSIAH. 237 
 
 The Monarch's hand outstretched : he saw it struck 
 
 And palsied in the very act of sin : 
 
 Then rose his prayer hke incense to the skies, 
 
 And so the sin was pardoned. Yet not less 
 
 Himself was faithless, — yet not less himself 
 
 Obeyed an alien teacher. So he left 
 
 A monument to other years of sin 
 
 So hardly punished, that, in future days, 
 
 God's Prophet may obey the Lord he tells : 
 
 God's Seer may be God's Saint. 
 
 Now 'midst the tombs 
 Under the cypress trees, — those mossy stones 
 Grey with the lichens of four hundred years, 
 He rests, rests well at last. " Let him alone : 
 Let no man move his bones." The heavy guilt 
 Hath heavily been punished : he shall now 
 Stand forth the safeguard of the treacherous friend. 
 And lured by him to death, preserve in death. 
 Nor doubt that, by a short rough path, he went 
 To happier fields : " no lion shall be there ; 
 Nor any evil beast go up thereon." 
 
238 KING yOSIAff. 
 
 And will not all avail? The tears, the prayers, 
 The rendering back its beauty to God's shrine. 
 The casting down of idols'? Shall not this 
 Plead for the guilt of many a year of sin? — 
 No more than all the tears of autumn-dew 
 Can call back spring's poor flowers : no more than 
 
 gales 
 Rich with September-fragrance, can awake 
 May's fresh green foliage on the forest bough. 
 " There is a sin to death :" there is a time 
 When God shuts up the future : leaving there 
 A certain looking for of fiery wrath. 
 Woe, woe for him that hangs about the gate, 
 Which entered, hope departs ! And yet despite 
 Of warning and of mercy, spite of all 
 That his good Angel, in mysterious way. 
 Whispers in those dim chambers of the heart, 
 In spite of utmost danger, man sins on. 
 Thou, glorious King of Judah, thou shalt save 
 Thyself before the ruin : thou shalt find 
 Before the ship goes down, a blessed port : 
 But Israel's doom was fixed, what time she shed 
 
KING JOSIAH. 239 
 
 The blood of all those Martyr-seers, what time 
 
 There stood an idol in the house of God -?' 
 
 Some stoned, some sawn asunder, some with sword 
 
 Sent to their glory : they of whom the world 
 
 Was not found worthy : they who wandered, clad 
 
 In sheepskins and in goatskins, far and wide, 
 
 Tormented and afflict and destitute : 
 
 And chiefly him, the eagle-seer, who soared 
 
 So far above things earthly — who proclaimed 
 
 " A Virgin shall conceive and bear the Son ;" 
 
 The Monarch That should reign, but reign by death. 
 
 Should be rejected and despised of men, 
 
 Afflicted, and deserted, and contemned : 
 
 Who saw the goodly Land, to which That King 
 
 Should call His followers, in His time, to share 
 
 The many mansions of His Father's House. 
 
 "The sun shall be no more thy light by day. 
 
 Neither for brightness shall the moon," he cried ; 
 
 "The Lord shall be Thine everlasting light. 
 
 And all thy mourning days have found their end." 
 
 That blood calls still, calls bitterly : the years 
 
 * 2 Kings, xxi. 7. 
 
240 KING JO SI AH. 
 
 Of idol-worship, join their cry to that. 
 
 Look backward to the glory of that day, 
 
 When gold and gems, and utmost heart conjoined 
 
 Built up that glorious temple. Step by step, 
 
 Conquest on conquest, loss by loss, it fell. 
 
 Oh manifold oblations — threefold feasts 
 That drew all Israel, whether Paschal Lamb 
 Called them — or when they kept the Festal " Weeks," 
 Or sojourned under tents ! These all must cease ; 
 Must cease — and they shall sit by other streams, 
 And sing the Lord's song in an alien land. 
 May they not plead on high? — those glorious Kings, 
 True both in act and suffering, — from the day 
 When Zephathah saw Ethiopian hosts 
 In numbers numberless, o'erwhelmed; — and when, 
 Far in the wilderness, the rising sun 
 Turned into crimson every newborn spring; — 
 And when the Assyrian host, arrayed about 
 The battlements of Sion, vaunted high 
 "Where is the King of Eden"? where the King 
 Of Hena and of Ivah ? Have their gods 
 
KING JOSIAH. 241 
 
 Delivered Judah's people from my hands'?" 
 And when, — oh wonder not on earth alone, 
 But reaching to the Heavens ! the sun went back, 
 And every planet heard His voice, Who rules 
 Arcturus and the Pleiades, and girds 
 Peerless Orion with his golden belt : 
 And ten degrees were added to the world, 
 And all its cares and joys and woes ; — and when 
 The Angel of the Lord went out by night, 
 A gloomy night, when mist enwrapped the earth 
 As with its funeral pall, and midst the tents 
 That girded Salem, sent, in one same hour. 
 One hundred fourscore thousand to their doom : 
 — May not these Saints now plead on high ? Them- 
 selves 
 They have delivered : they have gained the seat 
 On the right hand of mercy : they shall quaff 
 The river of His pleasures evermore : 
 But none can save his brother; none can make 
 Agreement unto God for him : it cost 
 More to redeem their souls : and he must needs 
 Let that alone for ever. 
 
242 KING yOSIAH. 
 
 Who is this 
 That, entering from the Northern Gate, rides on 
 Adown the hill of David? This is he, 
 Envoy of Israel's ancient foe, — to claim 
 Freedom of passage over Israel's realm. 
 O hapless people, own the voice of God ! 
 Hear it, O Son of David ! Now the ship 
 Is driven into the "place where two seas meet:" 
 On this side and on that the high, high waves 
 Would dash thy little bark to pieces. Now 
 Own thou the word of God, albeit proclaimed 
 From lips unused to speak it. He, who once 
 Said, "Israel's God I know not, nor will let 
 The tribes of Israel's God go free," — he now, 
 (In generations long adown the line. 
 The golden line of thousand years,) demands 
 Like passage here God's children asked for there. 
 
 Woe ! when amidst the darkness of the mine, 
 Long toiled for, hoped for long, the glorious gem 
 Gladdens the heart, and flashes on the eyes 
 Of them whose strong right arms with eager toil 
 
KING JOSIAH. 243 
 
 Have delved to gain it — if perchance that gem 
 Priceless, except one flaw, by that one flaw, 
 Weighed in the scales, is robbed of half its worth 
 Thou think'st, O King of Judah ! that to thee 
 And thee alone, God speaks ; but know thou this : 
 God by an alien voice can teach His law 
 True, as by holiest prophets. Thou wouldst keep 
 His land by alien footsteps undefiled. 
 But what if this thy trial? what if this 
 The lesson that thou, learning, might'st redeem 
 So many a lesson by thy tribes unlearned? 
 Oh if thou wouldst but hear him ! Oh if now, 
 Thou, even thou, at least in this thy day, 
 Wouldst listen to the things that touch thy peace ! 
 — It may not be ; the sentence had gone forth : 
 The sentence then enrolled, what time the cry 
 Went up from earth to heaven, of all the blood, 
 The martyr-blood, of them that died for Him, 
 "Which the Lord would not pardon."^' 
 
 Go then forth. 
 Go, King of Judah, battle with thy God ! 
 
 * 2 Kings xxiv. 4. 
 
244 KING JOS I AH. 
 
 Thou, who SO long hast fought the glorious fight, 
 Run the true race so long, and kept the faith, — 
 And must thou turn astray at lasf? He speaks — 
 Hear it, or hear it not, — from God's Own Mouth. 
 
 O fearful balance ! Israel's scales are poised ; 
 Their sins on this side, God's dear love on that : 
 And TEKEL is the verdict. 
 
 Therefore now, 
 God's Own elected Jewel, to the fight ! 
 Thou shalt be His when He makes up His own, 
 Safe in the golden shrine wherein the true 
 And brave ones are His own predestinate : 
 But dream thou not of earthly victories won ; 
 Of Alleluias which shall echo back 
 From every hill round Salem. Thou hast once 
 Offered the holiest Passover of all ; 
 Now shalt thou be the victim. Forth he went 
 In his own strength, O Sion, to the fight : 
 Now he returns in other guise : the hand 
 That held so late the royal sceptre, touched 
 And withered by the grave. Now God's Own House 
 
KING JOSIAH. 245 
 
 Hath seen its latest glories. Triumph now, 
 O Judah's earliest, Judah's latest Foe ! 
 This is the last of reckonings up : this hour 
 Takes the long line of Judah's ancient kings, 
 Weighs in the balances, and finds them fail 
 
 Woe, woe for these ! Joy, joy for him ! For them 
 That struggle still amidst the storm, that yet 
 Strive hard amidst the battle, almost whelmed 
 Amidst the peril of its eddies, woe ! 
 Woe to the men that shall behold the house, — 
 "The beautiful and holy house," enwrapped 
 In Babylonian fire ! 
 
 But joy to him, 
 So early called to fight, so soon to peace ! 
 Who would not gladly gird his armour on, 
 If, wearing it a moment, he might hang 
 That armour forthwith in the hall of Rest? 
 The fight he fought, the toils he bore, are ours ; 
 Like his, our idols also ; hand to hand 
 With them our warfare ; only now no more 
 The battle-field is visible : 'tis deep 
 
246 KING JOSIAH. 
 
 In the recesses of the inmost heart ; 
 
 "The good I would I do not" — there the strife- 
 
 "The evil that I would not that I do." 
 
 And Judah's Monarch won the truer crown ; 
 But won it by his death. And how shall we, 
 God's own elected Israel, triumph now, 
 Till when, in that last battle with the Foe, 
 Egypt then crushed for ever, we shall fall? 
 
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THE SEVEN CHURCHES OF ASIA. 
 
 Aye, let them wreak the deadliest of their hate 
 
 Upon the Lord's Elected ! Let them speed, 
 
 Far as the Empire spreads her giant arms. 
 
 The bolt of persecution ; gird their loins 
 
 For battle with the Lord and with his Christ ; 
 
 And test the strength of agony by hope, 
 
 Of faith by torture ; setting present shame 
 
 Against the exceeding and eternal Crown : 
 
 And learn how Love counts this her deepest joy, 
 
 To match herself with Death ; joy doubly dear 
 
 When Death comes armed in doubly hideous form. 
 
 — I see them pass — O bright palmiferous band 
 
 That none can number ! — all arrayed as fits 
 
250 THE SEVEN CHURCHES OF ASIA. 
 
 The King's triumphant warriors, who came out 
 
 Of mighty tribulation, but are now 
 
 Clad in the white robes of eternal peace : 
 
 — I see them pass, the Crown upon their head, 
 
 To join the everlasting marriage-feast : 
 
 Old men, who only grieved that life in them 
 
 Was but so poor a thing to fling away : 
 
 Soldiers, once vowed to Caesar's Throne, now bound 
 
 By Military Sacrament to One 
 
 Greater than Csesar : maidens that till then 
 
 Had known no ruder visiting of touch 
 
 Than mother's gentle arm, or sister's kiss ; 
 
 But, in an ecstasy of joy, shall now 
 
 Find, in the rack's long terrible embrace. 
 
 Their truer bridal. These are they that stood 
 
 Firm in the Colosseum, when the cry 
 
 "The Christians to the Lions!" rose to Heaven: 
 
 That gave their bodies to the flame, but not 
 
 Their souls to idols : mothers that endured 
 
 To see their little ones' most tender life 
 
 Ebbing away beneath the scourge, and shed 
 
 No tear, but rather urged them to the fight. 
 
THE SEVEN CHURCHES OF ASIA. 251 
 
 Well borne the darkness and the tempest ! — He, 
 His People's Leader, in His own dear Voice 
 To every soul that agonised for Him 
 Shall speak of Winter over, raindrops passed, 
 And the sweet Turtle's song of endless peace. 
 'Arise, My love, My fair one! come away!' 
 
 An Easter morn on Patmos ! All around 
 The bluely-trembling sea smiles countlessly; 
 While splintery peak and crag go towering up. 
 Height above height, where soft and tender clouds 
 Nestle, as Beauty clings to Valour's breast. 
 — But what to him, most loving and most loved 
 Of all the King's Apostles, is the light 
 That flickers on the heaving wave — the sail 
 That like a snowy sea-bird flashes out, 
 Then tacks again to darkness? There he stands 
 Upon the wild sea-shore, and sends his thoughts 
 Back to the Day of days, when first they came 
 Breathless with haste and ecstasied with joy : 
 'The Lord is risen indeed!' And so it dawned. 
 The glorious spring-day of a ransomed earth. 
 
252 THE SEVEN CHURCHES OF ASIA. 
 
 He sees the Garden by the Sacred Rock, 
 He breathes its very incense ; even now 
 Its Palms make music to him; he beholds 
 The Napkin that had touched the Glorious Head 
 Folded apart : the Grave clothes, (useless now. 
 Since Death by death is swallowed up of Life,) 
 Laid by themselves : — he listens to the bray 
 Of trumpet and of cymbal, that floats on 
 From Sion's hill, where Priest and people keep 
 The Paschal Feast, not knowing that the Lamb, 
 The great Oblation of the earth, is slain. 
 Slain by their hands but three short days agone : 
 And still he stands and muses. 
 
 Oh how near 
 We tread the confines of the spirit-world ! 
 How thin the veil that hides it ! Who but feels 
 Sometime, in night's dim silence and dead noon. 
 Conscious that those we deem so far are near. 
 The lost are present? Who that has not heard 
 Of strange mysterious warnings, or perchance 
 The work of Guardian Angel, or belike 
 
THE SEVEN CHURCHES OF ASIA. 253 
 
 Of friend who, having loved us, loves us still, 
 
 And who, now free, would guard us, captives yet^ 
 
 — Who has not felt, in hour of need or woe, 
 
 Illapses more than earthly % — This be sure : 
 
 That when we solve — God grant we solve it well ! — 
 
 That last and greatest riddle, when our eyes 
 
 Begin to open on the spirit-land. 
 
 Then we shall learn how mixed and intertwined 
 
 Thro' all our course, has been that land with this. 
 
 — Who that has then stood ministering, and watched 
 
 The strange on-coming of that fearful Thing 
 
 Whose viewless presence fills the room, and makes 
 
 Him that had never seen its advent yet, 
 
 Say, as by some new instinct, — This is Death ! — 
 
 W^ho that has, awe-struck, marked the dying eye 
 
 Follow through vacancy some form no sight 
 
 Of living man could reach, but feels — ' He now 
 
 Is on the very point of making out 
 
 The terrible enigma, — he is now 
 
 Half in the world where flesh and blood come not.' 
 
 — Earth and earth's scenes have vanished ! Bound- 
 less sea 
 
254 THE SEVEN CHURCHES OF ASIA. 
 
 And royal coronet of clouds, that hang 
 Above the eternal mountain,^ — ^where are they? 
 And Who is here? 
 
 He here, the First and Last ; 
 The Alpha and Omega; the Amen; 
 The Faithful and True Witness. Not as erst 
 He stood in that tremendous hour of shame, 
 (O loving hour for man!) or when He trod 
 The Via Dolorosa., summing up 
 The bitterness of all that suffering Life 
 In the most conquering Passion of His Death. 
 — Intense in brightness stands He : in His hand 
 The Sevenfold coronet of stars; the Lamp, 
 The Sevenfold golden Lamp is by His side : 
 He comes to walk amidst His sevenfold Church, 
 And speak her Angels' sentence : so to speak 
 That Mercy yet give season to amend ; 
 To strengthen what is wanting; to confirm 
 That which as yet is stable. Not as then, 
 When in the darkness and the cloud, amidst 
 Adoring bands of Angels, He shall sit, 
 The final Arbiter of human things ; 
 
THE SEVEN CHURCHES OF ASIA. 255 
 
 And the Archangel's trumpet voice proclaim 
 That time shall be no longer. Then no place 
 For late repentance : no oblation then 
 Of prayers, or tears, or almsdeeds shall avail : 
 When all the kindreds of the earth shall mourn, 
 And the Elect lift up with joy their heads. 
 — But not as yet that Advent : now He comes 
 With mercy tempering justice : comes to cheer 
 His champions to the fight ; with loving words 
 To warn the self-deceivers ; to inspire 
 Fresh courage in the faint, and bid the strong 
 Press bravelier onward to the heavenly crown. 
 
 Stand forth, and hear the sentence of Thy Lord, 
 City of Temples, Asia's Primate Church ! 
 ' I know thy works, thy patience, and thy faith : 
 Thy hatred to the evil : thou hast borne, 
 And for My Name's sake laboured, fainting not. 
 But this I have against thee ; thou hast left 
 Thy earliest love, the kindness of thy youth. 
 The love of thine espousal-tide.* Repent : 
 
 "* Jeremiah ii. 2. 
 
256 THE SEVEN CHURCHES OF ASIA. 
 
 Or know, thy candlestick shall be removed, 
 And darkness settle round and gird thee in.' 
 
 Ah me ! I look adown the line of years, 
 But 'that first love returns not! Still she stands 
 Firm to the truth, and faithful to her Lord : 
 Proclaims, as with a voice of thunder,* how 
 He, of a truth, Incarnate for our sake. 
 Is consubstantial with Humanity : 
 But grievous wolves and ravening enter in :f 
 And Grace decays, and Love grows weak, until 
 The accursed Crescent towers above the Cross ; 
 And all her Martyrs' blood, and all the toil 
 And faith of her Confessors, end in this ; — 
 The Angel of the Church long leagues away. 
 Priests fled, and Altars overthrown, and scarce 
 Two mouldering huts that name the Name of 
 Christ ! 
 
 * Reference is made to the Council of Ephesus : the Third Qilcumenicali 
 in which the Nestorian heresy was finally condemned, 
 t Acts XX. 29. 
 
THE SEVEN CHURCHES OF ASIA. 257 
 
 O what a sevenfold flood of glory pours* 
 In each succeeding promise, brightening still 
 And kindling in intenseness to the close, 
 " To him that overcometh ! " He shall eat, 
 Eat of the Tree of Life ; not that which erst 
 Bloomed in the earthly Paradise, whereof 
 Man ate not through God's love; lest, if he ate, 
 He in this mortal world should live for aye : 
 But that abiding, that enduring Life, 
 Life of the Blessed, Life of God Himself; 
 Life whence the Fountain of all good things springs, 
 The Beatific Vision ! — Into that, 
 The lost and lovely Eden, Death came in : 
 But now no fear of death deflowers their joy. 
 No pining malady, no bloodless age ; 
 Yea, "he that overcometh shall not be 
 Hurt of the second Death." He treads not now 
 The waste and howling wilderness of earth ; 
 As erst they trod, around whose tent, each morn, 
 Angelic food descended with the dew : 
 
 * In the following lines, the seven blessings "To him that overcometh" 
 are taken in the connection which the best Commentators, and more es- 
 pecially, of late, the Dean of Westminster, have seen in them. 
 
258 THE SEVEN CHURCHES OF ASIA. 
 
 Yet hath he heavenly Manna, while he sits 
 
 At that high Banquet, where the Victors rest; 
 
 And tell how, 'neath their Chief's protecting Arm, 
 
 They went from strength to strength. For war is o'er : 
 
 The iron sceptre in the Lord's Right Hand 
 
 Hath dashed the Foe in pieces ; with the Chief 
 
 The followers conquer; their long trial past, 
 
 Their carnal battles over. — Is there yet 
 
 A higher bliss for them that overcome'? 
 
 " Him will I make a pillar in God's shrine : 
 
 He shall no more go out." O Joy of joys ! 
 
 O blest necessity of sinlessness ! * 
 
 And ask ye more than this? Then hear the close. 
 
 "To him that overcometh will I give 
 
 To sit with Me upon My Throne, as I, 
 
 The Agony endured, the Crown put on, 
 
 Sat down upon the Eternal Father's Throne." 
 
 — O glorious Rainbow, decked with sevenfold hues ! 
 
 O perfect Octave of Eternal Bliss ! 
 
 * Reference is made to the Beata jtecessitas 7ton pcccandi of the School- 
 men. 
 
THE SEVEN CHURCHES OF ASIA. 259 
 
 What sweetest strain of music floats adown 
 The eternal mountain'? Passing sweet, as though 
 'Twere some faint echo of the notes they hymn, 
 The "harpers harping, with their harps," who bow 
 Before the golden Throne : yet passing sad. 
 As though a heart-wreck centred in each note? 
 — I know thy poverty (but thou art rich) 
 Thou Church whose name is Myrrh !^' — The incense 
 
 needs 
 Must feel the fire, or ere its sweetness Hffcs 
 Her trailing cloud of beauty through the air : 
 The violet trodden under foot gives out 
 A more than double fragrance : and the string 
 Racked to the full sends forth its sweetest sound. 
 — Well to that glorious Angelf rings that note, 
 Keynote of persecution ! " In the world 
 Ye shall have tribulation." O how fierce 
 The assault of Satan on that spotless Church ! 
 'Be faithful to the death, and I will give 
 The Crown of Life !' — And lo ! I view the scene, 
 
 * Smyrna the same as Myrrha ; see Dean Trench, 
 t S. Polycarp. 
 
26o THE SEVEN CHURCHES OF ASIA. 
 
 Where he, who bare in very deed much fruit, 
 Stands forth, the athlete in the glorious strife ; 
 Stands forth, the whilst they raise the pile; and marks, 
 Serene, the wood reared up, the fire prepared, 
 And knows himself the Victim. And he speaks : 
 " Fourscore and six years have I served this Lord, 
 And found a loving Master; — shall I now 
 Deny His Service?' — And himself the while, 
 Amidst the flame, as gold refined, is tried : 
 And tried, is proved : and proved, receives the Crown. 
 
 O twin and loving Sisters ! faultless both. 
 Judged by those searching eyes ! And Smyrna still. 
 And Philadelphia, clinging to the faith. 
 Inherit that same promise : they are kept 
 Because they kept the word of patience, firm 
 Amidst encircling weakness : pillars they 
 Amongst surrounding ruin. — O pledged word 
 Of God's Eternal Truth ! Nor deem thou these 
 Sole witnesses of faith from age to age ; 
 But rather think how each succeeding day, 
 Since the first hour He tabernacled here, 
 
THE SEVEN CHURCHES OF ASIA. 261 
 
 Hath blazoned forth His Truth, hath taught the weak 
 To lean on Him the Mighty; dropped in Balm 
 Assuaging myriad wounds : but only thus : 
 As those elected Five amid the Seven,* 
 By struggle or with self or with the Foe. 
 
 And thou, too, dweller hard by Satan's throne, 
 Thou hast thine offering ready : — not as those, 
 When in the marble court the Priests stood ranged, 
 With trumpet and with clarion : and the flame 
 Leapt high and flickering, — and the assembled tribes 
 Fell down and worshipped : other gift is thine : 
 One dear oblation, but that one worth all 
 The Synagogue could offer : one that stood 
 Single, against a multitude of foes. 
 Valiant, amidst fierce taunts of coward ranks. 
 Constant, amidst a host of unbelief 
 O Faithful and True Witness ! he was then 
 Witness for Thee, and champion of Thy rights : 
 
 * It is to be noticed that only Sardis and Laodicea, of all the Seven 
 Chiu-ches, have no internal heresy nor outward attack against which they 
 are warned. 
 
262 THE SEVEN CHURCHES OF ASIA. 
 
 Therefore his lot is with the sons of God, 
 
 His Portion with the Saints. — Nor he thy one 
 
 And only boast, O Pergamum ! That day, 
 
 When kingly Rhone shall see his banks girt in 
 
 With struggling crowds, and all along the shore 
 
 The Lictors, and the Eagle, and the Priests, 
 
 And legionary soldiers follow on 
 
 In long procession, and the curule chair 
 
 Receives the fierce Proconsul; there they stand, 
 
 Those Martyrs of Lugdunum, spurning back 
 
 The offered incense : slave they stand, and Priest, 
 
 Bishop and soldier, ready for the war, 
 
 And strong in Christ's own strength : while devilish 
 
 art 
 Searches each sense and avenue of life ; 
 And scourge and rack and pincer join with flame 
 To torture nerve and sinew; — them amidst 
 A Pergamene shall hold no hindmost place. 
 ' Call us not,' say they, * Martyrs : there is One, 
 And One alone True Martyr: we are His 
 — Not Martyrs, but poor servants, — rendering back 
 The life He gave us first and then redeemed.' 
 
THE SEVEN CHURCHES OF ASIA. 263 
 
 Wake, Thyatira, rouse thee ! Take in hand 
 The Spirit's sword and smite the accursed sect; 
 Them who deny that in this very flesh 
 The Lord was born and died : and thence deny 
 TJiat flesh thus made God's temple, needs must now 
 Be, as His Spirit, holy. This their boast; 
 To know '■^ the depths of Satan:'' to give up 
 The body to each vile dishonouring lust; 
 The while the soul, in some serener height. 
 Sits unpolluted, mistress of her peace. 
 And combats pleasure's self with pleasure's arms. 
 ^This is the glorious triumph,' — such their lore, — 
 'Not by hard toil to keep that body down 
 *Like some chained prisoner; not to wage the war 
 
 * Immortal against mortal : but to plunge 
 
 * Headlong in fleshly riot, and, by that, 
 *Mock Satan's power in Satan's own domain.'* 
 Up, Thyatira! though thy works are more, 
 
 — The latter than the former, — persevere ; 
 
 * The foregoing lines refer to the Gnostic heresy : which, denying the 
 Incarnation, denied also the necessity of the purity of the body. 
 
264 THE SEVEN CHURCHES OF ASIA. 
 
 That which thou hast already, hold thou fast, 
 Until he come, Whose Coming is thy goal! 
 
 Let Sardis stand for judgment ; by her side 
 The city of the murderess queen, whose heights 
 Look down upon the Lycus.* They alone 
 No foemen have within, no fear without. 
 No fire of persecution, no assault 
 Of ravening heresy. A still deep calm : 
 Nor dread of ill occurrent. Thus He speaks, 
 That holds the Seven Spirits, and seven stars : 
 Angel of Sardis, hear ! — * I know thy works : 
 Thou hast the name of living, and art dead.' 
 — The fair wind blows ; the vessel is in port : 
 O'er incense-breathing Tmolus, through the vale 
 Whence, white with swans, Cayster seeks the sea. 
 The Apostolic missive passes on : — 
 Forthwith through Sardis spreads the high report, 
 The Lord That died and rose and lives for aye, 
 Hath spoken to His faithful here. — At once 
 
 * Laodicea, at first Diospolis ; then Thoas : at last so-called from Laodice, 
 the wife of Antiochus the II., whom she afterwards murdered. 
 
THE SEVEN CHURCHES OF ASIA. 265 
 
 They crowd His House ; expectant that His praise 
 Will crown that fame the Churches deem their due. 
 — O woeful, fearful wakening now ! " Thou hast 
 A name that thou art living, but art dead : 
 Thy works have I found wanting." 
 
 And they think 
 Of that tremendous night, when, midst the glare 
 Of myriad lamps, the melody of lute. 
 Of psaltery and of sackbut, while from gold 
 They quaffed the golden juice of priceless vines. 
 While glorious roofs were echoing back the laugh. 
 And storied walls the music ; while each charm 
 That Beauty, reft of Beauty's one true pearl. 
 Could weave round that infatuate monarch, — still 
 Madlier the revel, foullier went the jest ; 
 Then in that selfsame hour the ghastly hand, 
 The spirit-hand, that joined no earthly shape, 
 Gleamed out so cold upon the wall, above 
 The glare of lamps and torch : and traced so plain. 
 In characters that iced their blood who saw, 
 (Deep horror grew more deep, dead heart more dead) 
 The fatal tekel. — This, O King, thy fate : 
 
266 THE SEVEN CHURCHES OF ASIA. 
 
 Weighed in the balances, and wanting ! 
 
 Thus 
 Came fearful awe on Sardis. 'Yet look up, 
 O remnant that are left ! Thou hast a few 
 That have not stained their garments ; they shall walk 
 With Me in white. — And wilt thou hear His Voice'? 
 — Let the long lines of future years respond. 
 — When stood'st thou forward in the battle % When 
 Sent'st thou thy sons to agonise for Him 
 Thy Lord and Leader *? — Oh, the utter wreck 
 Of those two mouldering shafts that bear thy name ! 
 
 And thou, companion in her guilt and shame, 
 And Sister in her sentence, — 'I,' thou sayest, 
 'Am rich and multiplied with goods, and stand 
 ' In need of nought !' Ah me ! in need of all, 
 Since needing Him That should be all in all. 
 Wretched, and miserable, and poor, and blind, 
 And settling on thy lees : nor cold nor hot. 
 I counsel thee to buy the gold that comes 
 Bright from affliction's furnace : raiment white 
 In that most dearest stream of Calvary's Mount. 
 
THE SEVEN CHURCHES OF ASIA. 267 
 
 Apocalyptic Vision ! of whose shrine 
 This is the Sevenfold Portal ! stretching out 
 From strength to strength, from hope to hope, until 
 Thou reachest to the pinnacle of bliss : 
 Thy manifold afflictions end in joy; 
 Thy manifold attacks in endless peace. 
 — And is that peace, and is that joy, for me %— 
 
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