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 JOSEPH WARE, LL.D., M.A. 
 
 BOSTON 
 
 SHERMAN, FRENCH dr COMPANY 
 
 1914 
 

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 copyeight, 1914 
 Sherman, French &= Company 
 
 NOV 30 1914 '' 
 
LINKS OF GOLD 
 
" My father dear, 
 An ancient poet sweetly sings that love 
 Transmuteth iron fetters into gold." 
 
 Such were the words of Princess Miriam. 
 She was the beautiful, the only child 
 Of Eleazer, ancient Patriarch 
 Of Galilee. 
 
 The stiff and sterner will 
 Doth often break under sufficient strain, 
 Where bending purpose springeth back again; 
 So the firm nature of the Patriarch 
 Was by her mild persistency o'ercome. 
 His only child was by indulgence spoiled, 
 And she was beautiful beyond compare. 
 As the opening bud unfoldeth into flower. 
 She in the likeness of her mother grew. 
 Who while still young and fair was forced by 
 
 death 
 To leave her helpless infant in the world 
 To other's care. The father's tender love 
 Clung fondly to this frail support. 
 
 Now they together sat in the wide hall 
 
 Of the high castle tower of Magadan 
 
 That frowns above the Galilean Sea. 
 
 His troubled face was full of stern resolve. 
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 He had been trying to impress the thought, 
 To marry poor is to become a slave. 
 
 He answered her, 
 
 " The poet also sings 
 Of love as blind. 
 
 Why canst thou not discern 
 That Prince Samar, of all thy suitors, hath 
 To recommend him to thy favor, wealth, 
 Title, appearance, and is one of us? " 
 
 " Father, is love a thing to barter with? " 
 
 " Well, then, young Caius, the centurion, 
 May some day rise to greater fame and power. 
 For he is just and wise." 
 
 " Is love, you think. 
 To be a ladder by the which we climb 
 Into position? Judah loves me well." 
 
 " Speak not his hated name to me again. 
 The Jews hate us thou knowest. Love cannot 
 
 grow 
 In soil of hate." 
 
 " I said not that I loved." 
 
 " Love uses a mute language of its own. 
 The palpitating heart, the crimson cheek, 
 The bashful consciousness, the heavy sigh. 
 The absent mind, unconsciously betray 
 The heart." 
 
 " Or might be mere coquettish art. 
 Father, he vows his love and constancy." 
 
 " And what, my innocent, are lover's vows? 
 In over-heated passion are they forged, 
 
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 Hot-blown with sighs, at the first strain they 
 break." 
 
 " Rather the golden links are forged in 
 heaven ; 
 And always heaven is where we truly love." 
 
 Seeing her fretted, he unbent and kissed 
 Her burning cheek. Love ever quickens love; 
 In her hands, white and soft, she framed his face, 
 And kissed the parting of the silver locks. 
 She said, " Father, I would be dutiful." 
 And for the moment thought herself sincere. 
 With tender touch he smoothed her glossy hair. 
 
 " My child, beauty is woman's capital. 
 Like wealth, unwisely used, it is a curse ; 
 Or too much treasured, tempts the robber hand. 
 The Prince Samar will give thee fair exchange. 
 The fairest blossom often soonest fades." 
 
 " Is love a costly, rare exotic, then ? " 
 
 " Unselfish love is much too delicate 
 To bloom in our distempered atmosphere." 
 
 She saw the trouble darkening in his face. 
 Smiling through tears, she took his trembling 
 
 hand. 
 And sat beside him on the rich divan. 
 
 " Father, forgive my disobedience. 
 Many may seem to love us, but the soul 
 Can only truly blend with kindred soul. 
 Although that one may lack in wealth and 
 
 power. 
 Yet he is ever fondly in my thought. 
 
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 I would be dutiful. What shall I do? " 
 
 " Already I have made the final choice." 
 He crushed Love's blossom with too rude a 
 grasp. 
 " Then love is not considered." 
 
 " Yes, controlled. 
 A true esteem may not be purchased, yet 
 Should riches hinder true affection, pray.? " 
 
 " They often do absorb the mind and heart 
 As worldly things absorb our piety." 
 
 " Well ! Well ! My little saint, where learned 
 
 ye this.?" 
 " Not of the one who does not wish to know. 
 The world is blinded by the sheen of gold. 
 For Solomon, the wise, discerned it not." 
 
 " Daughter, my counsel falls on heedless ears. 
 The young heed not the danger in their path; 
 Even attaint of evil gives a zest." 
 
 " Why was love given if not to guide our 
 
 way.? " 
 " My child, then why not heed a father's 
 
 love.?" 
 " I do ; but, father, would it not be sin 
 To sell myself for anything but love.? " 
 
 " Is it no sin to break thy promise then.? " 
 " Would it be right had I been with the 
 prince.? 
 I only promised not to go with Judah 
 To the Island Carnival." 
 
 " Daughter.? 
 
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 Last night I saw thee with that man I hate." 
 " He only met me at the landing place." 
 " And took thee to the sinful revelry." 
 " No, he did not." 
 
 " Ye promised not to go. 
 Didst thou? Answer me plainly, yea or nay." 
 
 " Well, I was there. It is a lovely place. 
 A real island built on floating pines 
 And light materials, and the made soil 
 Is heaped in hills and spread in grassy plains 
 Where plants and shrubs, and even forests 
 grow." 
 " What holds it there, against the wind and 
 
 W8i\e? " 
 " Great anchors hold it with strong iron 
 
 chains." 
 " Such vast expense must have some noble 
 
 use." 
 " What has more use than pleasure in this 
 
 world?" 
 " True pleasure has its use. What kind is 
 
 there?" 
 " Dancing and playing games and making 
 love. 
 There is a fountain spurting ruby wine. 
 Oh, it is lovely, sparkles in very joy." 
 
 " Our pleasures are the index of the mind. 
 Such as thou namest are the frivolous 
 And light ; and tempting, lead to greater sins." 
 "Is pleasure sin? The best of people go." 
 
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 " 'Tis ever so, the hideous devil seeks 
 Respectability." 
 
 " You have no right 
 To speak of innocent amusements so." 
 
 " Daughter, what may be innocent itself 
 May by enticement lead to greater harm. 
 The kind of music, the unseemly hours. 
 Unnatural excitement, debauch the mind." 
 
 " Father, your people dance before their God, 
 In a wild frenzy, too. You think it right." 
 
 " No more ; thou didst spend the night in rev- 
 elry, 
 And still persist in loving that vile Jew." 
 
 " Beloved father, I have heard you say 
 That love is all alike — from God the source ; 
 Differs alone in object and degree — 
 The love of self, the love of kin and kind. 
 The love of man and maid. All hearts desire 
 Is the infusing atmosphere of heaven." 
 
 " It is not love, with thee, but wilfulness." 
 
 " I must go in ; the skies are lowering." 
 
 " Hear me ! Too long I've borne thy way- 
 wardness. 
 Dog of a Jew ! For him thy promises 
 Are falsified." 
 
 " I will no longer hear 
 Him spoken of in such a way as that. 
 He is the soul of honor. As we sat 
 Idling the hour in our own pleasure boat, 
 He slipped the cable just to frighten me. 
 
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 We drifted but a little from the shore, 
 The setting of the scene was love's delight, 
 The lingering sun had kissed the sea good night, 
 The moon rose with a pale uncritic light — " 
 
 " Cease, cease, no more of idle sentiment. 
 The greatest falsehood is a partial truth. 
 Better to lose thy life than honor. That vile 
 dog!" 
 
 Tears are a woman's final argument. 
 Weeping, she clasped him in her snowy arms 
 And sobbed, 
 
 " Oh, he was not at all to blame. 
 He is the soul of honor. Oh, forgive! 
 And I will never disobey again." 
 
 Half penitential tears softened his heart. 
 He kissed her, said, 
 
 " Now heaven has heard my prayer. 
 I love thee, darling, as I love my life. 
 Forgive thee? Aye, will bless, as more I see 
 The image of thy mother. Fair thou art. 
 Too fair almost; the precious gem doth tempt 
 The robber. Heaven bless my darling child." 
 
 Then as a wild gazelle, with nimble feet 
 She tripped the marble stair. In her own room 
 Before a massive silver mirror stood. 
 And in coquettish poses turned about. 
 
 Light as the flying shadows of the clouds 
 Upon a summer field, her changing moods. 
 
 Her nervous fingers touched a lustrous pearl 
 That hung above the palpitating heart. 
 
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 She thought of Prince Samar, who gave it her. 
 Beneath her ear, she twirled an amethyst, 
 The costly gift of the centurion. 
 With a heart flutter and a sigh she saw 
 Her plain gold ring, token of Judah's love. 
 These light-winged thoughts were spoken to her- 
 self, 
 " Surely a demon dark possesses me ; 
 I do the things I know I should not do, 
 Do not the things I should, and all for love ; 
 And yet I know not if I love at all. 
 The signs are that I care for Judah most. 
 His coming stirs my heart ; with him the time 
 Too quickly flies ; and when away, my thoughts 
 To him like doves unto their windows fly. 
 
 But then the prince loves me I know. Last 
 night 
 His eyes expressed the longing of his heart. 
 I could have everything my soul desires. 
 
 And the centurion, sometime he might 
 Be emperor — the Romans have one wife — 
 I would be empress then of all the world. 
 
 We have such merry times ! As with a 
 flowery chain 
 I lead them as my willing slaves. 
 
 The old 
 Forget when they were young. 
 
 Not go again? 
 Ha ! Ha ! There never was a lover spoke 
 The truth." 
 
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 Worried by her own waywardness, 
 She raised her beautiful bare arms and loosed 
 The jeweled bands that bound her heavy hair, 
 Then on a couch of damascene reclined, 
 Drew up the silken covers, closed her eyes. 
 
 A Canaanitish maid stole softly in. 
 Miriam said, 
 
 " Good Zoa, I would sleep ; 
 Bring here the fan that has the charm of love, 
 Made of the feathers of the cooing dove. 
 Put on it lotus perfume, wooing sleep. 
 Oh, why should love be so disquieting.^ 
 Sing me that sweet suggestive lullaby." 
 
 Good Zoa sang, 
 
 " Sleepy grove of Arabic^ 
 
 Bush of spice and flowering tree — 
 
 Sleep, my little darling, sleep. 
 
 Sleepy air of summertime, 
 Drone of beetle, hum of bee — 
 Sleep, my little darling, sleep. 
 
 Grassy bank and cooling breeze. 
 Scent of wood and purl of stream — 
 Sleep, my little darling, sleep. 
 
 Closing eye and setting sun. 
 Twilight soft and falling dew — 
 Sleep, my little darling, sleep." 
 
 The soft suggestion of the lullaby 
 
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 Calmed her to sleep, until the sun had set. 
 The brazen lamps of perfumed oil burned 
 
 bright. 
 She half awoke. 
 
 " How long was I asleep.? " 
 
 " Not long, sleep on." 
 
 " Zoa, was Judah here.? " 
 
 " If not, he will be, for the bee will find 
 The sweet." 
 
 " I dreamed he was and loved me not. 
 If I must dream, I will not sleep again. 
 Dear, if you know, come tell me; what is love? " 
 
 " It seems to be an inward flame." 
 
 " How so.? " 
 
 " Because the victim heaveth burning sighs 
 And hot blood rushes to the blushing cheek." 
 
 " It seems to be an apt conceit. Tell me 
 What kindles it. My father thinks one may 
 At will. If I can thus light up my love, 
 Who of my suitors shall receive its warmth.?" 
 
 " Well, let us make an inventory first." 
 
 " Proceed." 
 
 " The Prince is medium in height 
 And has a dark complexion ; hair is black, 
 As are his eyes. His countenance, once good. 
 Bears the plain signs of his debauchery — 
 The highest angel has the deepest fall. 
 Over against it all, he has more wealth 
 Than his extravagance can waste. And then 
 He also has commercial courtesy, 
 
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 The kind that has a purpose sinister." 
 
 " My tutor maid, I see you like him not. 
 Go on." 
 
 " Now Caius, the centurion, 
 Is brave and strong and of a martial form. 
 He has dark hair, brown eyes, a heavy brow, 
 Arched nose and rugged countenance. 
 His occupation is not of the best. 
 The butcher has no honor from his trade ; 
 Yet butchers of men are heroes of the world." 
 
 " Judah? What can you say of him? Go 
 on." 
 
 " Judah, the scribe, is of the royal type, 
 The blood of David and of Solomon. 
 The type is of the Moabitess, Ruth. 
 They have a fair complexion, auburn hair. 
 Blue eyes, straight nose, and open countenance. 
 Their manners are sincere and affable, 
 Yet with it all Judah has little gold." 
 
 " But he is gold himself." 
 
 " Yet has it not." 
 
 " Better to be than have." 
 
 " Here is a note." 
 
 The Princess' trembling fingers broke the 
 seal. 
 She knew the writing, for the skillful scribe 
 Had modeled the embellished characters. 
 She kissed the perfumed vellum o'er and o'er, — 
 The love note of an oriental read. 
 
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 " Arise^ my fair one^ come away; 
 
 Make haste, my love; 
 
 Be like unto the roe, 
 
 Or the young hart upon the mountains. 
 
 Come with me to Lebanon, 
 To the glorious sides of Sannin, 
 To the top of Hermon, my dove. 
 To the flowering meadows of Carmel. 
 
 Thine eyes are the fountains of Ophel. 
 Thy ruddy lips are sweet 
 As the grapes of Eschol, 
 Thy cheeks as the apples of Temar. 
 
 Arise, my love, and come away; 
 The all revealing sun 
 Hideth his face; 
 The silent moon to love inviteth." 
 
 The Princess read it over many times, 
 Interpreted in many ways each word, 
 And then turning abruptly to her maid, 
 
 " Zoa, have I too many lovers, think? " 
 
 " You may have. Although many may love 
 you, 
 The love of one only can be returned. 
 The heart may not partition out its love." 
 
 " That is the way of life ; get most for least, 
 And like the butterfly sip honeyed sweets 
 From every kind of bloom." 
 
 " My dear, you have 
 
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 Expensive tastes. The Prince could best sup- 
 
 piy 
 
 Your wants. You love authority 
 And the centurion can give you that. 
 But everyone loves to be loved. It seems 
 As though the Scribe would truly love you 
 most." 
 " And still you have not made a choice for 
 
 me." 
 " Why do you not consult your horoscope .^ " 
 " I have consulted our astrologer. 
 He wrinkled up his brow and pursed his lips 
 And muttered doleful things ; and then for fear 
 He would receive no pay, spoke with more cheer, 
 And I was left no wiser than before." 
 
 " Well, I will choose for you. Rachel, your 
 friend. 
 Being a Jew might learn to love the Jew. 
 As your wise father says, he could love her. 
 And you shall take the Roman to your heart." 
 " Stop there ! I will not hear you speak like 
 
 that." 
 "Pardon! In the mirror of your jealousy 
 The perfect image of true love appears. 
 Judah awaits you." 
 
 " I must go to him." 
 " Oh, do not leave the court." 
 
 Good Zoa bathed 
 And then anointed her with perfumed oils ; 
 Her tresses bound with jeweled bands of gold; 
 
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 Over the white embroidery she threw 
 A robe of silk ; painted her lovely cheeks 
 The tint of ripened fruit ; stained her sweet lips 
 Like red ripe cherries ; the expressive eyes en- 
 larged 
 With umber ; on her neck and arms glittered 
 Jewels, on her ankles tinkling bells. 
 
 Vision of oriental loveliness, 
 She in the silver mirror saw herself — 
 The cause of woman's vanity since Eve 
 First saw her image in the glassy pool. 
 She held a jewel up to Zoa's gaze. 
 
 " A brilliant, Caius Marcus gave it me. 
 It is a beauty — yet I love it not. 
 The Roman seems so very passionless. 
 My pride resents their haughty sympathy. 
 Darling, for you the jewel and the kiss." 
 
 " Without the kiss I would not value it." 
 
 " Our trysting place is in the lower court, 
 Trip down the stair a little way and look." 
 
 The maiden tiptoed to the upper stair, 
 Saw Judah standing by the fountain's marge. 
 Nipping a leaf in his impatient thought. 
 In his intense expectancy he heard 
 Her, started to the stair — 
 
 She backward flew. 
 
 " Speak, speak, is he so frightful.^ " 
 
 " Oh, he looked." 
 
 "Well.?" 
 
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 " Thought it you." 
 "What did he say?" 
 " ' My dear.' " 
 "And what.?" 
 
 " ' You kept me waiting for so long.' " 
 "What more.? Did he not sigh.? How did 
 he look.? 
 Lose not a syllable, nor slightest move. 
 Did he not speak my name.? Be quick." 
 
 "I ran." 
 " And woman-like looked back. What did he 
 
 then.?" 
 " As the sun-worshiper he gazed aloft." 
 " I must go down to him. Kiss me good 
 night. 
 Leave not the door unbarred. You know my 
 
 knock. 
 To any that may call I am asleep. 
 Some wine. Be careful, walls have ears. 
 
 Night birds 
 Fly low. Good night." 
 
 " Good night. He will behold 
 The brightest angel burst the crystal heavens." 
 Zoa, the maid, before the Princess kneeled, 
 " Oh, hear me ! Hear me ! " 
 "Well, what awful thing?" 
 " Promise to stay within the tower to-night ? " 
 "Who taught you that?" 
 
 " I had an awful dream. 
 
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 The east wind swept a mist across the sea, 
 That blew and wreathed itself in phantom 
 
 shapes. 
 One was like yours — I can not speak of it. 
 I heard — " She placed her hands upon her 
 
 ears — 
 " Wild wailing cries and pleadings of distress." 
 The maiden's voice was broken by her sobs. 
 
 " Dreaming again." 
 
 " No, no, not all a dream ; 
 For Zogbarak, my lover, crossed the sea, 
 An oath-bound secret locked within his breast. 
 He charged me so, 
 
 ' As you love Miriam, 
 See that she does not leave the tower to-night.' 
 Oh, promise, in the hearing of thy God." 
 
 '* Jehovah witness that I promise you 
 I will not go outside the tower to-night. 
 
 Good night." 
 
 " Good night." 
 
 With bright expectancy 
 
 She as an angel swept adown the stair. 
 
 The oriental moon shone brightly down. 
 Lighting the shadows of the open court. 
 The silent stars filled the clear firmament. 
 The sparkling waters of the fountain leaped 
 And broke into a thousand tiny moons, 
 And birds that sing their plaintive songs at 
 
 night 
 In golden cages hung. A lover's heaven! 
 
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 The faithful Judah met her on the stair. 
 Taking her jeweled hand, he led her down 
 Into a shadowy nook, under low palms. 
 
 He drew her willing head onto his arm, 
 The lagging moments leaped to present bliss. 
 Looking into her eyes, 
 
 " Darling, one word 
 From thy sweet lips will make my joy complete. 
 I know your noble father loves me not. 
 I can not change my lineage, if I would. 
 I am not rich, but have a cottage home, 
 Where love enthroned will fairest palace make. 
 I only offer love for love." 
 
 A tear 
 Glit'ring — it might be a coquettish tear — 
 Entangled in her silken lashes hung. 
 
 " Dearest, why is love's pathway so bestrewn 
 With sharpest thorns.? My father thinks that 
 
 love, 
 Without some other bond, will not endure. 
 A palace for a cottage seems too much to pay, 
 And a mere fancy that might quickly pass ; 
 Yet love never a prudent bargain made." 
 
 He kissed the trembling tear drop e'er it fell. 
 
 " And if I thought our love would not endure 
 And grow with age more golden, as the head 
 Of grain, then were the sacrifice too great." 
 
 Her head was nestled closer to his breast. 
 
 " Dearest, your noble love ennobles me. 
 Away from you I seem to be possessed. 
 
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 Oh, what was that? Someone is at the 
 gate. 
 Hark! Hark! They knock! Judah, I am 
 
 afraid 
 That father has discovered that you are here, 
 And called the Roman guard. What shall we 
 do.?" 
 " I will away." 
 " O dear, it is too late ! " 
 " Then I must hide." 
 " The secret chamber. Quick ! 
 Here is the door." 
 
 He snatched a hasty kiss 
 And stepped within. The door on darkness 
 
 closed. 
 He stood in silence and uncertainty. 
 Then moved with careful step, feeling the stones. 
 He placed his ear against the heavy walls 
 And heard the muffled tramp of armored feet, 
 And then a dead oppressive silence came. 
 Moments longer than hours seemed to him. 
 
 " Away from you, I seem to be possessed," 
 Rang in his thought, as doth a bell at night. 
 A dim suspicion crept into his mind. 
 " Betrayed.? Trapped like a beast,? And love 
 
 the bait.?" 
 He would not think of it, hated himself. 
 And as he strove, the dread grew on him more. 
 " If she were true, something might happen her, 
 And I be left alone in here to die." 
 
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 Shaking with terror, he was overcome ; 
 Weakened, he sank upon the musty pave. 
 
 Now Caius Marcus, the centurion, 
 Had been admitted through the tower gate. 
 And fickle-hearted Miriam with art 
 Intuitive to woman, smiling, stood 
 As though she had come down to welcome him. 
 
 Caius, with helmet raised, drew near and 
 bowed. 
 She gave her hand ; he kissed the finger tips. 
 
 " You do me honor. Princess Miriam." 
 
 " I do not seem so dangerous, do I, 
 That you should call with all your armor on ? " 
 
 " Nay, not for your offense, but your defense. 
 Most gracious princess, pray excuse the time, 
 And manner of our coming." 
 
 " Caius, you 
 Are welcome. Arms become you well." 
 
 " It is no fitting garb in which to woo 
 A maiden's fancy." 
 
 " Be not sure of that." 
 
 " Sometime I hope to be allowed to call 
 On you more pleasantly arrayed than this. 
 Our errand now admits of no delay. 
 Of late the robbers of the eastern shore 
 Are growing overbold; the caravans 
 Require a double guard. Two robbers now 
 Are in this tower. One will steal your jewels ; 
 One seeks to rob your father of yourself." 
 
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 " It can not be, go search the palace 
 
 through." 
 " One robber is the lover of your maid." 
 " Await me here, I will go look for her." 
 " With your permission, we will also go." 
 Caius had left a guard around the tower 
 
 And felt no need of secrecy. He tramped 
 
 The sweeping stair, and reckoned not on love 
 
 Outwitting him. 
 
 For through the vacant court 
 
 Tiptoed Zoa, the maid, and Zogbarak, 
 
 A massive giant, followed after her. 
 
 Right well she knew the secrets of the tower. 
 
 The giant, bending quickly, stepped within 
 
 Its hiding place. His intuition felt 
 
 A presence. 
 
 "Who or what are you?" He stood 
 
 Peering into the darkness, with his hand 
 
 Upon his dagger. " Man or devil, speak." 
 
 Close by, the dreaded darkness answer gave, 
 " If I mistake not you are Zogbarak. 
 
 If so, like interest will make us friends." 
 
 " The voice of Judah ! Yes, we should be 
 friends ; 
 
 By all the gods, our necks depend on it." 
 
 " And you are hiding from the Roman, too." 
 " Yes, that is nothing new, for me at least." 
 "What can we do.?" 
 
 " Nothing that we can see. 
 
 I came to have Zoa warn Miriam, 
 
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 Lover-like lingered long." 
 
 " Warn her of what? " 
 
 " Not to attend the Island Festival. 
 
 Samar " — He hissed it fiercely through his 
 teeth — 
 " Admired and honored for his wealth alone, 
 I know to be a base and lecherous devil." 
 
 " Explain ! Be quick ! What are his dark 
 designs.? " 
 
 " This night may be the last for Miriam." 
 
 "How.? How.?" 
 
 " Heretofore her cunning coquetry 
 Led him to think that he could gain her love. 
 But disappointed, he will now use force, 
 Enticing with his island revelry. 
 Will drag her to his den of infamy." 
 
 " She took a solemn oath to stay at home." 
 
 " You may not like to hear it — Miriam 
 Is growing vain and frivolous. As well 
 Attempt to bind the air with cords, as such 
 A character with oaths." 
 
 " She must not go." 
 
 " He has her promise, 
 And we are shut in here." 
 
 " O God, hear me ! 
 O God, hear my prayer ! " 
 
 " Be calm ; run not before the gods, but wait 
 Their time. Whether we will or not, we must. 
 Hearken, a skillful general should know 
 His enemy. Who knows but what this time 
 
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 Is for such purpose given? Listen to me. 
 
 The Prince — God save the honor — claims 
 descent 
 From Solomon, who kept his most loved wife 
 Mured in a royal cave beyond the sea. 
 He claims his title has come down from them. 
 
 And once while wandering in the wilderness, 
 He met a tattered hermit bent and thin 
 Laboring up the rugged mountain side, 
 Who seemed to be as ancient as the rocks. 
 He helped the weary recluse to his den. 
 Gathered some sticks and cooked a frugal meal, 
 Then afterward he stayed and cared for him ; 
 By close attention gained his confidence 
 And learned from him about the treasury 
 Of Solomon. He told the hoary seer 
 That he himself was heir to the rich king 
 Who locked his treasure in that ancient cave. 
 At last the wizard gave to him the key 
 And as a shadow vanished out of sight." 
 
 " Satan it was." 
 
 " There is no surer way 
 To ruin men than give them useless wealth. 
 When satiated with indulgences, 
 He organized a band of Canaanites. 
 I, for my strength, was chosen to be chief." 
 
 " So you are leader of his robber band." 
 
 " Our hiding place is in the mountain cave. 
 And here he drags the victims of his lust. 
 And then leaves them to perish horribly. 
 
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 To us he gives the treasure that we take." 
 
 " And by this booty holds you in his grasp." 
 
 " Not that alone. For when I see the land, 
 Valleys and vine-clad hills and happy homes, 
 With bending orchards, waving fields of grain. 
 And the walled cities, that are ours by right, 
 Wrested from us, my people menial slaves — 
 All by the sanction of a cruel god — 
 Then why should I, a Canaanite, have pity.^^ " 
 
 " And yet you should." 
 
 " Nay, Scribe, in this bad world 
 Goodness is martyrdom." 
 
 " O no, not so ; 
 Goodness will always have a sure reward." 
 
 " Sweet youth, I wish I had your innocence. 
 When you are old you will know more or less." 
 
 " The innocent must be the happiest." 
 
 " And be the prey of every ravenous beast. 
 Samar, the prince, more than a hungry wolf 
 Thirsts for the blood of innocent young lambs. 
 He wears a golden mask his hideous 
 Deformity to hide." 
 
 "0, I will die! 
 We must get out of here and save her life." 
 
 " And that we will when thou hast told us 
 how." 
 
 " Under fair show, he is an incarnate fiend." 
 
 " And that he is and worse. 
 
 Often at night 
 I see the ghost of poor old Ithamar, 
 
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 His venerable locks clotted with gore, 
 
 And on his face a pained and pleading look. 
 
 We as a tempest struck his caravan. 
 In the confusion and uncertainty, 
 Samar dragged Rachel, screaming, from her 
 
 tent. 
 Her feeble father clung with trembling hands 
 To her. To think the devil with a sword 
 Cut off both hands. With their mute pleading 
 
 stumps 
 Following still, the monster struck him down." 
 " And you permitted it.^ " 
 
 " And that is why 
 His ghost impeaches me. I hate myself." 
 
 " To seize his prey the cunning spider lurks ; 
 Like a drained fly she will be cast away." 
 
 " It seems so long. Oh, will they never 
 
 come.f^ " 
 " They promised not. If they should love us, 
 we 
 Are safe. If not, some time in after years 
 A stranger curious may stumble on 
 Our musty skeletons." 
 
 " Which way think you 
 The court is.?" 
 
 " Place your ear against the wall." 
 " There is a tremor as of armored feet." 
 "Oh, see! Back! Back! Be quick!" he 
 fiercely hissed. 
 
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 Drawing their swords they sprang aside. The 
 
 door 
 Now stood ajar. Zoa, bearing a torch, 
 And Miriam sprang in, and the door closed. 
 
 " Oh, blessed sight ! " 
 
 " Oh, then you doubted us." 
 
 "Why shut the door.?" 
 
 " Hist, do not speak so loud." 
 
 "What now.?" 
 
 " Zoa, go forward with the light." 
 She held the torch against the hither wall. 
 
 " Look for a cross mark — 
 
 dim — Here ! 
 Zogbarak, 
 Try this door." 
 
 The rusty hinges shrieked 
 A shrill dissent. 
 
 They, bending, looked far down. 
 And saw a deep still inlet of the sea, 
 A slippery stair of stone led down to it. 
 Around the landing many boats were chained. 
 
 Zogbarak took the torch. They followed him 
 Down the steep narrow way. 
 
 He grasped the hand 
 Of Zoa, helped her into a slender boat. 
 Under his deep glad stroke it outward flew 
 Onto the silent sea. But Miriam 
 With Judah rowed along the shore. She cried, 
 
 " O such a lovely night ! And the kind sea ! 
 
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 Now let the Romans rummage through the 
 tower." 
 " Yes, darling, how much better than be 
 mured. 
 Shut like a beast, in that dark musty place. 
 Where shall we go? " 
 
 " And why go anywhere? " 
 " Darling, to be with you is heaven indeed, 
 And yet it is not right that we are here. 
 The lamb should be within the fold at night." 
 " Outside is better when the wolves are in." 
 " You promised not to leave the tower to- 
 night." 
 " Pray, how can I a broken promise mend.^ " 
 " By quick amend." 
 
 " Then row me to the land." 
 " The ship of Prince Samar is at the wharf." 
 "And what of that.?" 
 
 " It may seem jealousy. 
 But I must warn you of the deep designs 
 Of the unprincipled Samar. He seeks 
 To ruin you. And of your promise boasts, 
 To be his guest upon the isle to-night." 
 
 " An enemy of his told you all this. 
 Warning! Yes, warning, warning, all the time! 
 Father of you ; and you of Prince Samar ; 
 And Zoa of the sea." 
 
 " Better regard 
 Even the warnings of an enemy." 
 
 " Yes, better than of over anxious friends." 
 
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 " O darling, hearken ere it be too late." 
 " The hands of envy are like devil's claws. 
 I know it is a rank conspiracy. 
 Because the prince has wealth they clutch at 
 
 him. 
 I went last night, but nothing came of it 
 Worse than my father's talk. Trust me this 
 
 once. 
 Row to the landing. I will then go home." 
 " O Miriam, why should you tempt your- 
 self.? " 
 Lithe as a fawn she threw herself upon 
 His lap, with velvet arms about his neck. 
 She gave him an endearing kiss that sent 
 The hot blood rushing through his veins ; with 
 
 love's 
 Frenzied intoxication filled his brain. 
 
 " Sweet Judah, shall we go.'' Trust me this 
 
 once." 
 " O darling, let us try some other way." 
 " You love me not, or you would trust me 
 now, 
 I will go back into the tower at once." 
 
 Another kiss robbed him of judgment quite. 
 Let no one frown on his discomfiture ; 
 For love's dementia aff^ecteth all. 
 
 He rowed the boat up to the crowded pier. 
 Just then the soft-winged night brought to her 
 
 ear 
 Orchestral strains of dulcet harmony. 
 
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 She stood entranced, regarding not his great 
 Anxiety. 
 
 " O Judah, this will be 
 The grandest night of all." 
 
 " O Miriam, come." 
 
 She drew still nearer to the ship. 
 Now came the witchery of a dancing tune, 
 Unconsciously she timed it with her feet. 
 
 Frantically Judah urged her to return. 
 She heeded not. The silver bell rang thrice 
 As if the boat would start. Her heart beat 
 
 hard. 
 The prince perceiving her, came down and 
 bowed. 
 
 " O gracious Princess, you have come at last. 
 Permit me to escort you to the throne." 
 
 He, with a scant permission, took her hand; 
 Her dainty feet sank in the velvet rugs. 
 Sitting upon a gilded seat high raised 
 She gazed into the throng, Judah saw not ; 
 The guards had crossed their swords in front 
 of him. 
 
 A golden bell struck once, and twice, and 
 thrice. 
 And then a hundred golden instruments 
 Of music sent ashore a parting cheer. 
 A hundred rhythmic oars arose and fell. 
 
 Judah with frenzy saw the noble ship 
 Ride as a floating palace on the sea, 
 Bearing away all that was dear to him 
 
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 To certain ruin and despair and death. 
 And he would never see her face again. 
 Weak ! Criminally weak ! He saw it now. 
 
 Clutching the rail in impotent despair, 
 He watched the lights grow blurred and dim 
 And lost at last in the despairing night. 
 
 He ran in desperation to his boat 
 And guided by a friendly star rowed on. 
 The shoreless water at his folly mocked. 
 
 At last a light rose from the water's rim. 
 Under his quickened stroke it rose and grew 
 And widened till the island was in view, 
 As a fair gem upon the glittering sea. 
 
 Builded it was upon an anchored raft, 
 On which the soil was placed in hills and vales, 
 And level plains, as nature would have done. 
 The enchanted island was ablaze with light 
 That rifted through the heavy fronded palms. 
 
 Quickly he turned his prow far out, around 
 To where the low shore in silent shadow lay, 
 And swept the keel far up the sandy beach. 
 
 What could be done, weak handed and alone? 
 The lonesome dread held with relentless grip. 
 
 Now sweetest symphony in dancing time 
 Floated among the trees — this way it came. 
 
 Keeping well in the shadows of the path. 
 He came near to a polished dancing floor; 
 Intensely gazed on the bewildering scene. 
 Around it white, nude, statues held the lights. 
 Under the silken canopy were set 
 
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 The players on a hundred instruments. 
 And as the merry couples tripped around, 
 He, disappointed, watched for Miriam. 
 She was not there, neither was Prince Samar. 
 Trembling and heart-sick he turned away. 
 
 Then noticed in the bushes, here and there, 
 Were gaming booths — now surely she is here. 
 Concealed, he watched and saw fair jeweled 
 
 hands 
 Throw gold and silver dice for princely stakes, 
 And sometimes even their immortal souls. 
 
 Nor Miriam, nor the Prince were to be seen. 
 Returning to his boat, he needs must cross 
 A narrow dell, and here the air was thick 
 With musky fumes of wine. Hidden with vines 
 He found a marble grot, unseen before, 
 A fountain there was spurting ruby wine. 
 
 Oh, terrible ! A woman richly dressed 
 Lay prone upon the floor. The clothing seemed 
 Familiar ; still he did not think of her. 
 Yet curious, he trembling bared her face — 
 Oh, horrible ! The Princess Miriam 
 It was, so sodden drunk she could not move. 
 
 There was no time for useless sorrowing. 
 In his strong arms he lifted the limp form 
 And carried it and laid it in his boat, 
 Which he pushed to the water and sprang in ; 
 Seizing the oars he quickly rowed away. 
 
 Meanwhile, Samar, still in his festal robes, 
 With ten selected from his band, returned 
 
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 To take the lovely captive to his den. 
 And what was his astonishment and rage 
 To find her gone. They searched within, with- 
 out. 
 One held a torch low down and saw foot prints. 
 Then as a pack of hounds they followed down 
 To where the shore sand showed them deep, 
 As if a heavy body had been borne. 
 Also the keel marks Judah's boat had left. 
 So to the learned in sea lore could be read, 
 As plain as on a sign, what had occurred. 
 
 Samar, trembling with anger, as a beast 
 Robbed of its helpless prey, stood on the prow 
 Of his ten-oared galley as they sped away. 
 
 The chase is on ! 
 
 Judah was well away. 
 O God of love ! Hear thou a lover's prayer ! 
 O night and sea and ghostly mist, hide him ! 
 He feels the breeze and shudders at the thought 
 Of Zoa's dream, " the wailing of distress." 
 The sad conditions prove the augury. 
 It is enough. Oh, why should there be worse? 
 Surely the spirits wail to see her thus. 
 A ghostly shadow o'er his spirit hangs. 
 Although the sea and sky are clear and calm. 
 
 He grimly rowed with a determined stroke — 
 It seemed as if the sea would never end — 
 Exhausted, he would rest. As prone he lay 
 Looking into the starry heavens, he felt 
 Their silent influence. Though greatly grieved. 
 
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 He hoped that Miriam would be as she was 
 When she was innocent. In bliss he rose, 
 To find her sleeping sodden at his feet. 
 
 He starts ! Oh, what is that ? A ten-oared 
 ship 
 Is bearing down on him. Seizing his oars 
 He quickly rows away. The galley turns ; 
 He darts across her bows. She turns again, — 
 No other than Samar stands on her prow. 
 
 The boat of Judah built for speed is long 
 And narrow, and the oar blades thin and wide. 
 His heavy-muscled arms, swollen and tense. 
 In the deep water strain the creaking oars. 
 The boat skims as a swiftly darting bird. 
 
 It gains ! It gains ! And Judah sees a light 
 Streaming along the water. Joy ! Oh, Joy ! 
 It is the welcome beacon on the Tower. 
 O God, give Judah strength, that they escape. 
 
 The galley as a hawk relentlessly 
 Pursues, and now it gains. Despair unnerves 
 
 him. 
 There's only one escape — the deep, deep, sea 
 Calls from its peaceful depths — together they 
 May sleep, and she escape the villain's lust. 
 He takes her in his arms — too late ! too late ! 
 
 They swing their boat around and grapple 
 his. 
 Two of them spring and catch him by the arms. 
 Samar and another carry Miriam, 
 Lay her unconscious on the galley bench. 
 
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 He cries, " Zogbarak, drown the Jewish dog." 
 The robber chieftain seizes Judah roughly 
 And hurls him to the bottom of the boat. 
 Then leaping to the galley, turns its course, 
 Swiftly they row away. Judah is left 
 Adrift on the wide sea without an oar, 
 Baffled and helpless and alone. 
 
 On, on. 
 With level stroke the ten-oared galley sped ; 
 On, on, across the sea, with Miriam 
 In a drunken stupor still. And when they 
 
 reached 
 The eastern shore, on a rude palanquin 
 Of oars they bore her up the mountain path. 
 That upward led through tangled thorns and 
 
 briars. 
 Often by crumbling precipices shrank. 
 At last they stood before an ancient rock 
 That kept the secret of a cavern dark. 
 In it they left the hapless Miriam. 
 
 Sweet guardian angels, have you cared for 
 her? 
 How pitiful for one so young to die. 
 Will you not save her from the foul disgrace? 
 Allow not the return to consciousness. 
 May the sepulchral silence be for aye. 
 Blackness and darkness be her funeral pall. 
 
 Slowly her sensibilities return. 
 Was she entombed alive? Appalling thought! 
 As in a dream, her screams died in her throat. 
 
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 Palsied with fright she lay in blank despair. 
 
 And then the faintest light suffused the 
 gloom, 
 A blur as of a misty moon appeared, 
 Then here and there came forth a glimmering 
 
 star. 
 The ceiling showed the nightly firmament. 
 And all the cave was filled with softest light. 
 
 In wonder she upon her elbow raised, 
 And saw that all the sides were fashioned like 
 Dark shadowed woods, with distant moonlit 
 hills. 
 
 The sound of hollow footsteps on the pave — 
 She, peering, sees it is the Prince Samar, 
 And cries, " O Prince, explain ! How came I 
 
 here .? 
 What place is this ? You never spoke of it. 
 You must have meant it as a great surprise. 
 We sat together in the house of wine — 
 Is it enchantment ? Is it you, indeed ? " 
 
 " Yes, Princess, mighty spirits that obey 
 King Solomon this great enchantment raised." 
 
 " Where is the company.? " 
 
 " Why should we care? 
 In Eden there was only room for two." 
 
 " When will the ship return ? I must go 
 home." 
 
 " Why not enjoy to the full our castle 
 dream.? 
 This glorious treasure cave of Solomon, 
 
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 Where there is everything that wealth can buy ? 
 In childhood's wonder tales you heard it told." 
 
 " What will my father say ? I must go 
 home." 
 
 " Gems to the king were cheap as common 
 stones. 
 He made this granite mountain's heart to throb 
 With sweetest symphony of human love. 
 This grotto is the springtime of our lives. 
 
 In here he did enshrine from vulgar gaze, 
 Of all his lovely wives, the loveliest. 
 And she, attended by her eunuchs dark, 
 Lived for the king alone. I, Prince Samar, 
 From her descended, am the rightful heir 
 To this magnificence. And you, my dear. 
 The fairest of the fair, shall be my queen." 
 
 " No, not in here. Life is reality." 
 
 " Why so ? The mighty king transplanted 
 here 
 All of the world's delights. These granite walls 
 Bar all earth's labor and discomfort out. 
 We know not e'en the sympathy of pain." 
 
 " The bitter and the sour flavor the sweet ; 
 Even too constant good will cease to please." 
 
 " Here the great king, wearied with vanities 
 And unthanked labors and the cares of state, 
 Would live alone with one he truly loved." 
 
 She sat upon the couch and gazed around ; 
 The great magnificence her spirits raised. 
 The glamour has already made the love 
 
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 Of Judah seem too plain and out of date. 
 
 " Princess, you need refreshment, take my 
 arm." 
 
 " I thank you. Prince." 
 
 And so they came to where 
 Great brazen portals rolling back reveal 
 The sumptuous dining hall of Solomon. 
 Huge chandeliers hang up a thousand lights, 
 Under them snowy tables are ablaze 
 With gold and silver vessels, cups of gems. 
 As they reclined, obsequious servants 
 Robed in snowy white served them with luscious 
 
 food 
 And vintage rare of every land and clime. 
 
 The waiters were automatons ; she felt 
 Her loneliness. The more she ate and drank, 
 The more her appetite and thirst increased. 
 
 Then opportunely from the pavement rose 
 A monster Genius as a towering smoke, 
 For even he seemed to relieve her fear. 
 He spake as thunder in a distant cloud. 
 
 " I am the servant of King Solomon, 
 Sent here to warn thee of earth's vanities ; 
 Interpret the reality of love. 
 A conscience or a monitor I come." 
 
 He placed upon her plate a loaf of bread 
 And by it set a cup of water pure. 
 
 " These, Princess, will sustain and satisfy, 
 When over sweetened, spiced and flavored, pall. 
 My royal master tried them to the full 
 
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 And found that love, plain, true, and un- 
 adorned, 
 Was all in all." 
 
 Then Prince Samar, displeased 
 With the interference, took the bread away 
 And poured the water on the marble floor. 
 
 Then Miriam reddened with anger, cried, 
 
 " How dare you? Am I a child? Can I not 
 choose ? 
 Samar, you love me not. I will go home." 
 
 " Only a little pleasantry was meant. 
 Darling, remember you are mine at last. 
 Indeed I love you more than tongue can tell." 
 
 He drew her to him, kissed her pouting lips. 
 A lover's quarrel, as a summer storm 
 Soon passed, doth make the tender bud to grow. 
 
 The Genius, seeing his lesson had been lost. 
 Brought them before a massive iron gate. 
 His outstretched arm, as a great wind of cloud, 
 Released the fastenings. The heavy leaves 
 Reluctant on their groaning hinges turned. 
 And left a space ten chariots might pass. 
 Surprised the dusky armory with light 
 That crimsoned on armor and on arms, 
 A red stain on the rows of shields uphung, 
 Helmets and plated breastplates and the 
 
 greaves. 
 The swords, the bows, the arrows, and the 
 spears. 
 
 " The ancient armory of Solomon. 
 
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 How strange that love's mild influence, which 
 
 binds 
 Heart unto heart, world unto world, debauched, 
 Should wield the cruel enginery of war; 
 That fair Lucifer, the morning star of love, 
 Should fall into the lowest hell of lust. 
 Murder and arson and the crime of war. 
 In each spirit is a heaven and a hell. 
 
 Princess, inhabit the celestial realms. 
 And walk no farther in the downward course." 
 
 " Spirit, the pleasures of the earth are given 
 For our enjoyment; using them, we praise 
 The giver." 
 
 " Heed my warnings ere it be 
 Too late." 
 
 Again he brought them to a door 
 Magnificent. Two pillars held aloft 
 The arch ; ten arms might only span their 
 
 girth ; 
 Adorned with golden vines and pomegranates, 
 With knops and open flowers and clustered 
 
 grapes, 
 And on the panels golden ships sailing 
 On golden seas. 
 
 The spirit backward rolled 
 The thundering doors. The dazzling interior 
 Shone as a blazing sun, and in the midst 
 Arose the golden throne of Solomon. 
 Twelve glistening ivory steps led up to it. 
 From the exalted seat the wisest king 
 
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 Governed the world and the spirits of the deep. 
 
 " Princess, the glory makes thee shrink, 
 And yet, at my command, ascend the throne 
 And sit in judgment on thine inner self." 
 
 When she was set, with fluttering heart, she 
 watched 
 The towering spirit as he held aloft 
 The golden balances on which the souls of men 
 Are weighed. And then he took a heavy book 
 And laid it on the high suspended disk. 
 Then a great nugget of bright yellow gold 
 He placed thereon, and then a flaming sword. 
 And now between his thumb and finger took 
 A tiny crystal that appeared to be 
 No larger than a tear. Beside this gem 
 They did not seem to have a feather's weight. 
 
 "Judge ye!" 
 " A grain of love outweighs them all." 
 
 " Then give it not for them." 
 
 " Why not have them 
 And love also.? " 
 
 " Not now. Between them thou 
 Must choose. Oh, learn before it is too late. 
 Before thee lies the vale of sin's delight. 
 Turn back with me before it is too late." 
 
 " Not now. There's time enough. Trouble 
 me not 
 With ghostly warnings, marring my delights." 
 
 " Now is the time. I cannot give thee up. 
 I follow thee as long as there is hope." 
 
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 This time they stand before a solid wall. 
 The Genius stamps his foot — an earthquake 
 
 shook 
 The earth, the rocks were rent. She saw a light 
 Shine through a narrow crevice in the rock. 
 " Princess, peer through and tell us what thou 
 
 see'st." 
 " I see great rows of jars heaped full of 
 gems ; 
 There are high piles of gold and silver coin, 
 And there are stacks of polished ivory. 
 And every kind of precious merchandise." 
 
 " Thou see'st the treasure of King Solomon. 
 For, wise, he knew too much was worse than 
 
 want. 
 And therefore hid it in the mountain's heart. 
 He called them vanity of vanities." 
 
 " And yet he fain would keep them while he 
 lived. 
 And I, as everyone, would wish to try 
 Their vanity." 
 
 The spirit darkening said, 
 " Covet them not ; thou art as near to them 
 As thou shalt ever be. 
 
 Oh, come, once more 
 I would avert thy doom." 
 
 She followed him. 
 Although she knew not why, and came unto 
 A narrow door and low. A feeling strange 
 Came over her. She heard the spirit say. 
 
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 " This door must needs be passed upon thy 
 knees." 
 By some strange influence they bowed them- 
 selves 
 And passed within and saw an altar built 
 Of unhewn stones, and on it undisturbed 
 Lay the white ashes of the sacrifice. 
 Through the dim crypt the softened light ap- 
 peared 
 To fill their souls with a religious awe. 
 As Miriam by the rustic altar kneeled, 
 The spirit raised his arms as if to bless. 
 She saw his giant shadow, as a cross. 
 Deepen the gloom, and felt a nameless dread. 
 She knew not then the meaning; afterward 
 She knew. 
 
 The prince just then lifted her up, 
 And led her through a wide and open gate. 
 The way was very smooth, and the descent 
 Grew ever steeper as they thoughtlessly 
 Passed on, until they reached a caverned stream, 
 Whose glassy surface never knew a breeze. 
 
 They saw a boat for two, that lay unmoored. 
 With careless gayety they stepped therein. 
 Nor did they notice when the undertow 
 Silently carried them far from the shore. 
 And that the phosphorescent light grew dim. 
 And they were being carried swiftly down 
 Toward a caverned grot in the fronting rocks. 
 Into it the raging waters dashed and roared. 
 
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 Rushing her down into a dreadful doom, 
 
 The swirl of evil when restraint is past. 
 
 Too late ! Too late ! Seven demons in her 
 soul 
 
 Mock at her wasted opportunities. 
 
 The boat was flung against the jutting rocks 
 
 And rocked and turned. The ways of evil when 
 
 The conscience is not wholly dead often 
 
 Are rough and hard, but not more dangerous 
 
 Than when it lies in false security: 
 
 For now the battered boat leaped to the stream 
 
 Of false delight. 
 
 The waters seem so still and smooth, 
 
 Shadowing the beauty of the flowery banks 
 
 That where it leads she neither thinks nor cares ; 
 
 And here temptation is most dangerous. 
 
 Flowers of the most deadly poison grow 
 
 In the fair garden of a false delight. 
 
 Soon Miriam with Prince Samar reclined 
 
 Upon the grassy bank. He held her lovely 
 hand. 
 " Darling, let us enjoy this paradise. 
 
 Here Spring, Summer, and Autumn reign as 
 one. 
 
 The sun kisses their beauty into life ; 
 
 The birds in melody their loves declare ; 
 
 The fair-lipped flowers breathe, in sweet per- 
 fume ; 
 
 The generous trees oifer golden fruit, 
 
 And vines their clusters of delicious wine. 
 
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 See purpling clouds hang on the mountain 
 walls, 
 For all this glory is for thee and me. 
 
 Here on this bed of aromatic spice 
 The fairest and the wisest once reclined, 
 But thou art fairest of the fair, my queen." 
 " Dear Prince, you say your queen. When 
 
 came I so ? " 
 " Princess, when love united us as one." 
 " To join our lives there must be something 
 more. 
 My father's holy office will a sanction give. 
 How long have we been here? I must go 
 home." 
 " Not long. Another day has just begun." 
 " Let us return. My father will forgive. 
 Our marriage will be solemnized at home." 
 " Love is alone the sacred marriage tie. 
 And ceremony may not add to it. 
 Darling, while we are in this vale 
 Why may we not enjoy its happiness, 
 Unmarred by the intrusion of the world? " 
 
 Nearby two plants flaunted their crimson 
 bloom 
 And with intoxication filled the air. 
 One was love's pleading; one was love's 
 
 DESIRE. 
 
 Their mingled odor stupefies the will. 
 And an unholy passion stimulates. 
 
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 The first with kisses and a fond embrace 
 He gave to her, and she the other plucked, 
 And both placed in her bosom thoughtlessly. 
 
 Oh, might some angel write in lurid flame 
 Above the door of hell, " Beware ! Beware ! 
 The union of persuasion and desire." 
 
 With character and reputation gone, 
 Miriam is now the poorest of the poor. 
 For she has been deceived, ruined, and robbed ; 
 The precious jewel of her soul is lost. 
 
 She tore the fatal blossoms from her breast. 
 The valley's pleasures only taunted her ; 
 The love songs of the birds were a mockery ; 
 The golden fruits were ashes to the taste; 
 The wilted grapes held sour and bitter wine ; 
 The withered flowers exhaled a sickening smell ; 
 The clouds hung threatening on the mountain 
 walls. 
 
 With drooping wings her angels fly to heaven. 
 Seven devils take possession of her soul; 
 She is despised, deserted, unforgiven — 
 For sympathy is least where needed most. 
 The guilty judge with least of charity 
 Another's guilt. 
 
 A voice accosted her, 
 
 " Miriam." 
 
 " O, it is you, good Zogbarak." 
 
 " Where is the loving prince.^ " 
 
 " I know not where." 
 
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 " His honied words have wiser ones deceived. 
 You have already more than you can bear — 
 I will not chide." 
 
 " Leave me alone to die." 
 
 " And if I should? With wishing, death 
 comes not, 
 At least not soon enough." 
 
 " Not soon enough.? " 
 
 " Too slow at least to suit your enemy." 
 
 "Who? Who?" 
 
 " No other than your loving Prince." 
 
 " Devil ! He shall be dead before I am." 
 
 "Would you kill him?" 
 
 " Yes, like a poisonous snake." 
 
 " He sent me. Either you or I must die." 
 
 " Then I will die. Strike here, for my of- 
 fense 
 Is of the heart, and by its crimson blood 
 Atonement shall be made. Why hesitate? " 
 
 " Bitter, bitter thy fate, O Miriam ! 
 This world is by one-sided justice ruled. 
 The sin is laid upon the weaker one. 
 She has to bear the world's uncharity, 
 The greater is forgiven, the lesser damned. 
 Be brave, I cannot bear to see thee weep. 
 Princess, where is thy short lived courage gone.? 
 Rouse thee as a fierce tigress brought to bay." 
 
 " Too late ! Too late ! To think I trusted 
 him! 
 And there is nothing left of life for me. 
 
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 Torture me not, but quickly make an end — 
 No, kill the villain. I will live, so I 
 Can repay treachery with treachery. 
 Your seeming nearest friend you cannot trust. 
 There's not a grain of truth in all this world. 
 Spare me to haunt the shadows of the night. 
 To lie in wait for the unwary feet. 
 To ruin them with a deceitful love." 
 
 " O beautiful, once happy Miriam, 
 Beloved of many and admired of all. 
 Envy could not have wished thee greater harm. 
 Now thou dost weep. I pity, pity thee." 
 
 The once enchanted stream, turgid, and foul, 
 Flows at her feet down to oblivion. 
 She threw herself into the stygian flood. 
 Zogbarak from destruction rescued her. 
 She sank upon the shore in limp despair. 
 
 " Oh, let me die and go to mine own place ; 
 Earth is unmerciful and heaven too pure. 
 Oh, pity me." 
 
 "Pity? So I do. 
 For of a thousand only one escapes." 
 
 " No, I am lost, forever lost." 
 
 " Come then." 
 
 He led her trembling steps to a deep gorge; 
 Across it stretched a single, swaying strand; 
 Up from the dark and bottomless abyss 
 The stifling vapors of despair ascended. 
 
 " Have you the courage to attempt.? — 
 
 " Afraid.? 
 
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 Try it. They who have nothing cannot lose. 
 Your sheltering home is on the other side." 
 
 " I will. God, sustain thy wayward child." 
 
 " To keep your balance look not far ahead, 
 Nor ever backward, nor aside, nor down, 
 Heed not the jeering mockery below. 
 Lest fear should make your trembling limbs to 
 
 fall. 
 Loiter not, neither hasten overmuch ; 
 One step will courage for another give. 
 And if the Gods have further need of you 
 They will assistance give. And at the worst 
 Oblivion may be the longed-for heaven 
 Of tortured souls. Once on the other side, 
 Look down upon the shimmering sunlit sea, 
 I will be waiting for you on the shore." 
 
 Will, that was wilfulness when in the wrong. 
 Carried her safely o'er the awful chasm. 
 
 When she awakened from her sodden dream, 
 Strong Zogbarak brought her at early dawn 
 Across the sea, and to her castled home. 
 There she abode until the days and nights 
 Grew wearisome ; the ever ceaseless round 
 Of daily duties grew monotonous ; 
 Lonesomeness came. Judah had not been seen 
 Since that distressing night. The silent sea 
 Might only know the secret of his grave. 
 Caius was transferred to Jerusalem. 
 She dare not even think about Samar. 
 She could not bear the quiet of her home. 
 
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 The hardness of her guiltiness returned, 
 And she would be revenged of her own fault. 
 
 Miriam, the wanton, in her chamber sat 
 In the castled tower that overlooks the sea. 
 By sin her youthful gayety had lost, 
 Like a cut flower, the freshness of its bloom. 
 She read the missives of her sinful loves 
 Unblu shingly. And one she read and kissed. 
 
 " Oh, dear, the sweet young Tyrian Prodigal, 
 His father scrimped and saved to give him 
 
 wealth 
 That only ruins him in wasting it. 
 And have I not the devil's own excuse, 
 ' Others will get his wealth and why not 1? ' 
 I like him best, he is the easiest; 
 Better than Antipas, the miserly 
 Old reprobate — he wants his diamond ring ; 
 I stole it from his finger yesternight. 
 
 Oh, dear, I have no time to think of all. 
 Like the summer candle I will singe their wings. 
 
 Zoa, come here, look at this purple robe. 
 Is it not beautiful? Zidarian, 
 The Tyrian, presented it. He is rich. 
 He gives me more than I would ask of him." 
 
 " And he is of a short acquaintance too." 
 
 " A week ago his caravan arrived. 
 I smiled at him as he came by the tower. 
 Threw kisses from my finger tips, and he 
 
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 Returned the smile and kisses — we were 
 friends." 
 " And you were perfect strangers ! Miriam, 
 How could you? " 
 
 " I can tell them by their looks. 
 He had a roving eye. I knew he sought 
 A liaison." 
 
 "And you.?" 
 
 " I snared the youth." 
 " What brings him here just now.? " 
 
 " The Carnival. 
 This night on Geber hill is to be held 
 The vernal festival of Ashtoreth. 
 They go to worship her, the queen of love." 
 " Yes, love ! Only a trysting place for lust." 
 " Rightly, for that is all there is of love, 
 And is inconstant as the changeful moon, 
 Her ruling orb. She now is full and bright. 
 When darkness would be more appropriate." 
 
 "O Miriam, why break your father's heart? 
 He loves you as the jewel of his life. 
 You might be warned this time, but you will 
 not." 
 " I did not say that I would go with him." 
 " No, neither did you promise you would 
 
 not." 
 " And if I did, I would not be believed." 
 " O Miriam, it is an awful place." 
 " No, the rites are beautiful, the music grand. 
 
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 Could you but hear the Tyrian orchestra ! " 
 " The rites are sensual idolatry." 
 " What if they are? Our fathers worshiped 
 
 calves." 
 " Only as emblems of the one true God." 
 " Then, Zoa, why not in the lovely moon 
 
 Worship the loving nature of our God.^ " 
 " Not with such sinful ceremonials." 
 " Yes, over-righteous Pharisee, you think 
 
 That none are good but the sober and the sour. 
 
 Are not our good things given to enjoy.^^ 
 
 Father and you would have me stay at home. 
 
 In moody meditation and in prayer, 
 
 And only reading in his tiresome books. 
 
 Why does the youthful heart pulse with warm 
 blood. 
 
 The eye sparkle, the supple limbs exult ; 
 
 Are they not for a happy purpose given? 
 
 I mean to thank the giver of my joys, 
 
 Enjoying them." 
 
 On that ill-fated night 
 When Judah had been left adrift, alone 
 And helpless, until hope was almost dead, 
 A passing ship sighted the lonely boat. 
 And taking Judah up, went on its way 
 Unto a distant port. And here he stayed 
 Until a vessel sailed for Magdala. 
 
 Arrived, he mourned for Miriam as lost 
 In the far cave in Ammon, and ashamed 
 
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 Of the weak part that he had played and lost, 
 He left the pier at night, and wandering. 
 Mused in deep melancholy through the scenes 
 Where they had often walked. 
 
 Beside the road 
 That leads into the country from the tower 
 There stood an ancient olive tree, knotted 
 And gnarled and wise in the sweet secret lore, 
 Soft nothings, dear to every lover's heart. 
 Rapt in sweet, tender memories he stood 
 In the deep shadows of the olive old. 
 
 Two youthful figures in the moonlight walk, 
 Intent upon themselves, they pass him by. 
 He fears that they will hear his beating heart. 
 So much one made him think of Miriam. 
 Oh, could it be? He knew it could not. 
 Who the other? Flushed with sudden jealousy, 
 He followed them, hiding in shadows dark. 
 Across the fields and up the steep hillsides, 
 Into the shadowy grove of Ashtoreth. 
 
 A solitary harp entranced the night 
 With golden melody, tender and sweet — 
 Then as the distant mourning of the dove, 
 Or far off lonely shepherd's pipe, a flute 
 Interpreted the solitude of love, 
 Pathetic sighing of the longing soul. 
 
 Far out upon the eastern horizon 
 A silver rim of light appeared, then grew 
 And upward rose into the full-orbed moon. 
 
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 The music of a hundred instruments 
 Greeted the coming of the queen of night. 
 Upon the knoll a solitary maid, 
 Clothed in the lustrous samite of the moon, 
 Sang clear and sweet an ancient song of love. 
 
 " Oh, come, oh, come to me, my love. 
 As the lovely queen of the night 
 In majesty rides up the heavens 
 Full orbed in light. 
 
 Oh, come, oh, come to me, my love. 
 When the headlands silvered are. 
 And the moonlight on the sea 
 Shimmers afar. 
 
 Oh, come, oh, come to me, my love. 
 With the love light on thy brow. 
 There is no one in all the world 
 As fair as thou. 
 
 Oh, come, oh, come to me, my love. 
 Oh, come in the beautiful night 
 And worship our glorious queen 
 With love's delight." 
 
 A troup of nymphs tripped on the grassy knoll, 
 Mantles of gauze together were upflung, 
 Their motions were like wafting butterflies. 
 " O Eros ! Eros ! Eros ! " loud the cry. 
 A winged boy with quiver on his back, 
 Running, shot aimless arrows here and there; 
 
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 The blushing maidens all invite the wound. 
 Judah was startled by a burst of sound ; 
 Loud drums were booming, fiercely trumpets 
 
 blared, 
 Wild harps were stranging, dulcimers intoned, 
 The cymbals clashed, the weird pipes piercing 
 shrilled. 
 At this the maidens in wild tumult ran. 
 Their white forms dodging through the shadowy 
 
 aisles, 
 And young men chased them as pursuing 
 hounds. 
 Judah thought one of them, although dis- 
 guised. 
 Resembled Miriam and followed her. 
 Beyond a turn she sprang behind a bush 
 As if to escape, and then fearing she would. 
 Sprang out into the moonlit path again. 
 Over her shoulder glancing she beheld 
 Something that made her look again and again. 
 Better to see she stopped and turned around. 
 
 Then from a side aisle ran Zidarian 
 And caught her arms. 
 
 " Aye, Sweet, waiting for me? " 
 And then another claimed her as his prize. 
 
 " Young man, let go of her. She is my own. 
 Let go, I say." 
 
 " Not so, old reprobate." 
 " O, ho, young prodigal, I say you shall." 
 " She loves you not." 
 
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 " She has my diamond ring." 
 
 " Give him his ring." 
 
 " Young thief, I will have both." 
 
 " Old villain, go ! 
 She loves you not, and she shall keep the ring." 
 
 So thus they pushed and strove, all to her 
 shame. 
 Zidarian, his hand upon his breast, cried out, 
 
 " Oh, I am killed. He stabbed me ! I am 
 killed ! " 
 
 A crowd was gathered. Miriam slipped 
 away 
 And hurried down the hillside to her home. 
 
 Though Judah feared, these revelations 
 came 
 To him as an unexpected li^tning's flash. 
 And yet he followed her, he knew not why. 
 And overtook her at the tower gate. 
 And coming to her spake her name, " Miriam," 
 A world of sorrow in a single word. 
 
 With brazen acting she ignored his pain. 
 Like as a bird, caught in the fatal net, 
 Beateth its wings against the cords in vain. 
 So oft by circumstances are we bound. 
 Her gayety entangled her the more. 
 
 "0 Judah, dearest Judah, is it you?" 
 He gave his hand. 
 
 " That all? No kiss for me? " 
 
 " You tremble, Miriam." 
 
 " Let us go in." 
 
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 " Have you a key? " 
 
 " Yes, here it is. Be quick." 
 
 Judah, strangely impelled, went in with her. 
 Fearing to trust her, he retained the key. 
 She led him through the dark and silent halls 
 Into the open court. A lover's heaven it was 
 And is, but now it only mocks his pain. 
 
 " My dearest Judah, on this very seat 
 We pledged our troth forever and for aye. 
 What now.'^ None of my kisses you return.'' 
 You are so cold, do you not love me still .^^ 
 W^hat of the golden future that we planned.'' " 
 
 " Miriam, these must you answer for your- 
 self. 
 The hour is growing late and you are safe. 
 So I must go." 
 
 " You did not hasten once ; 
 And after we so long have mourned you dead." 
 
 " Still dead, for I was living in your love 
 Alone." 
 
 " Why, I have never loved but you. 
 Dearest, I want to hear where you have been." 
 
 For fear that he might be discourteous 
 And give her further pain, he only said, 
 
 " I cannot now explain. Let us part friends. 
 At early morn I go to Bethany." 
 
 " ' Part friends ! Part friends ! ' How dare 
 you utter it ! 
 Father was wise; your vows are brittle things. 
 And never will I trust a man again." 
 
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 " Miriam, our love truly was bom in heaven. 
 Still in my morning and my evening prayers 
 A vision of thyself shall come to me, 
 And I shall plead with God for you by name." 
 
 " And shall I only live in your poor prayers ? 
 Once I was rich in love. Now must I beg 
 A little crumb, one only sad request ; 
 Pledge me in consecrated wine to keep 
 A sacred chamber in your heart for me 
 Until I die." 
 
 Then she, not waiting, brought 
 Two silver cups of sparkling ruby wine. 
 
 Now Miriam always in her bosom wore 
 Two crystal amulets. In one there was 
 The pollen of the crimson Tammuz flower 
 That rouses ardent passion in the blood. 
 She deftly dropped the powder in the cup. 
 Silently praying to the queen of love; 
 She gave it graciously into his hand ; 
 And he with heedless folly drank of it. 
 The pain of parting was like death to him. 
 But she by many arts sought to detain 
 His going till the powder had effect. 
 
 He hastened toward the caravansary. 
 Alone, his pent emotions burst in tears. 
 Oh, the exquisite pain of hopeless love. 
 
 Miriam in her chamber, desolate. 
 Sat staring at the floor. And he was gone ! 
 Her vanities and sins came trooping up 
 Like sheeted ghosts to mock and frighten her. 
 
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 In frenzy she resolved to end her life. 
 
 With trembling hand she from her bosom drew 
 
 The pearly casket of the deadly drug, 
 
 The light gray poison of the Taanach 
 
 That kills by slow degrees like a disease. 
 
 Empty ! ! ! — Aghast she looked again — 
 
 again — 
 The dread suspicion made her gasp for breath. 
 She seized the other charm and opened it, 
 And lo ! the Tammuz pollen still was there. 
 
 *' I poisoned him ! I poisoned him 1 " she 
 screamed. 
 And sank upon the couch benumbed with fear. 
 
 " Oh, I have murdered him, and he is gone ! " 
 She sobbed, holding her forehead in her palms. 
 
 " Oh, he is gone ! " She sprang upon her 
 feet 
 And ran into the hall and down the stair 
 And through the gate into the great highway. 
 Far off she saw the caravansary. 
 
 " God of my father, grant he may be there." 
 She watched to see the camels coming forth. 
 And sometimes thought they were, but run- 
 ning in. 
 She saw only the caravanier and cried, 
 
 " keeper, has the caravan gone.? Oh! " 
 
 " Some time ago." 
 
 " Went anyone from here? " 
 
 " Yes, a young man, a scribe, I think he was." 
 
 " Oh, he is gone ; I must run after him." 
 
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 " No, no, it is the very fleetest line." 
 Then Miriam reeled as if she would have 
 fallen. 
 Zoa came in, rushed breathlessly to her. 
 
 " Princess, why came you here, and you 
 
 alone.?" 
 " Hinder me not, the caravan has gone." 
 " Zidarian's, you mean? Be glad of it." 
 " I did not recognize the Princess. No, 
 She means the travelers'." 
 
 " Oh, he is poisoned — 
 Will die ; I only know the antidote — 
 Bring me the fleetest camel. I must go." 
 a Princess, you cannot go alone." 
 
 " I must." 
 The keeper fearing she had lost her mind, 
 " Go then, prepare yourself." 
 
 " Come, let us go." 
 And Zoa led her, dazed and muttering. 
 Back to her chamber in the gloomy tower. 
 Pacing the floor she laughed and cried and 
 
 shrieked 
 And often threw herself upon the couch. 
 Weeping as though her heart would break, then 
 
 fell 
 Into a staring silence, muttering, 
 
 " Here, here, O Judah, is the antidote. 
 Take it, take it, or it will be too late." 
 " What is the matter, child.? " 
 " And who are you ? " 
 
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 " Zoa. You are asleep. Darling, you 
 
 dream." 
 "Lost! Lost!" 
 
 " Waken. You are at home and safe." 
 "Lost! Lost!" 
 
 " Oh, look not so — can you not under- 
 stand? " 
 " It is too late ! Too late ! Too late ! Too 
 
 late ! " 
 A servant roused the sleeping patriarch. 
 Half dressed, he came and kneeled beside the 
 
 couch. 
 Gently he placed his arm beneath her head ; 
 Tenderly smoothed her wild, disheveled hair. 
 He forced an outward calm to quiet her. 
 
 " Be calm ! Thy father loves his darling 
 child." 
 She nestled closer in his snowy beard. 
 
 " Father, what are the seven devils' names .? " 
 
 " Oh, speak not so. My daughter need not 
 
 know. 
 
 Why dressed this way at such a time of night .^ " 
 
 " Yes, I must knpw. See, they are after me. 
 
 One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, all here. 
 
 The seventh is the ugliest of all. 
 
 They grin at me. What right have they to 
 
 scofF.'* 
 Want you my heart ? Ha ! Ha ! I have no 
 
 heart. 
 Sold it for nothing. No, I am not yours. 
 
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 False devils, you begrudge me happiness. 
 Back to your fiery hell, leave me alone. 
 O father, pray your God to drive them back." 
 He answered not, but whispered to the maid, 
 " Send by the fleetest runner for the priest. 
 Old Zephani. Tell him to come in haste. 
 Tell him the devils have escaped from hell — 
 She must have sleep — bring here the lotus 
 fan — " 
 " You need not whisper. Pray, oh, pray for 
 me. 
 Oh ! Oh ! The horrid devils come again. 
 Are in my heart. They tear me so ! You need 
 Not pray — too late ! " 
 
 Old Zephani, the priest, 
 Came in. The father watched his countenance. 
 To read the faintest sign of hope. 
 
 " Good priest, 
 
 Heal her, and I will make thee more than rich." 
 
 " Most noble patriarch, what time did this 
 
 Come on her? What would seem to be the 
 
 cause.'' " 
 
 " Only to-night. The cause we do not 
 
 know." 
 Old Zephani took Miriam's nervous hand, 
 Looked steadfastly. 
 
 " Daughter, what troubles thee.'^ " 
 " Can you not see them.'' One, two, three, 
 four, five, 
 
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 Six, seven. What is in that package, priest? " 
 That is the very powder. Give it here." 
 
 " That is the ashes of the sacrifice. 
 What didst thou think it was ? " 
 
 " They tear me so." 
 
 " What canst thou know of this? " 
 
 '^ I know ! I know ! 
 Murder ! Murder ! It is the Taanach. 
 I knew it was — and he has gone from me. 
 Come back and love me as before. Oh, come. 
 Why do I beg? Devils, you are to blame. 
 So swift the camel's pace. Come back ! Come 
 back!" 
 
 "Who come?" 
 
 " See them go up and down the hills. 
 How bright the moon ! O lovely Ashtoreth ! 
 Ha ! Ha ! They were not hard to catch, were 
 
 they? 
 Who said I could not go alone? " 
 
 "Didst thou?" 
 
 " The sweetest song of all was thee and me." 
 
 " Of course the ' thee ' was one who loved." 
 So he unraveled from the tangled skein 
 The common thread of unrequited love, 
 Or thought he did. It might be tragedy. 
 He took a powder lighter than the air — 
 
 "Blow! Blow! Waft! Waft! On every 
 breeze. 
 Seek him ! Find him ! Wherever he may be. 
 
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 On hill, in dale, on desert, or on sea ; 
 
 Through fire, through flood, impelled by ardent 
 
 love. 
 Bring him as to the loadstone flies the steel." 
 
 " He thought to buy my love with gems and 
 gold, 
 In sacks and jars and with a throne of gold. 
 Oh, shun the tempting valley of delight. 
 The sparkling river freshens it with joy. 
 But farther down the noisome deluge pours 
 Over a roaring precipice. Help ! Help ! " 
 
 Old Zephani drew down his furrowed brow. 
 Taking a drop of blood fresh from the heart 
 Of a sacrificial lamb, he made a cross 
 Above her fluttering heart. 
 
 " Wipe it off*, quick ! 
 Blood! Blood! Oh, his own precious blood. 
 Devil, out of my sight ! You lie ! You lie ! 
 Some wine. Put poison in it if you will. 
 Oh, I will die ! Some wine ! Some wine ! Some 
 wine ! " 
 
 " Servant, a drink of water bring. Princess, 
 Here is a cup of water fresh and cool." 
 She threw the off'ered water in his face. 
 
 The priest, disgusted, drew the patriarch 
 Aside and said, 
 
 " Thy daughter is possessed 
 Of earthborn devils. They are hard to move, 
 Since some are fair and by the will are held. 
 And they the very wickedest bring in. 
 
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 Thj daughter has a secret history, 
 
 And one by one the devils came to her, 
 
 The fairest leading in the horridest — 
 
 They cannot be cast out against the will. 
 
 But should there be a change, then call for me." 
 
 And when the priest had borne all hope away. 
 The father threw himself upon the floor. 
 And as an oriental rent his clothes, 
 And tore his hair, and wept as any child. 
 With screams and cries. There was a din of 
 
 shrieks, 
 Pleading with a God of passions like themselves. 
 Or else with vain and futile bargaining. 
 
 " O God, O God, hear prayer! 
 Oh, turn away the fierceness of thy wrath. 
 Oh, be not angry with me. Save my child. 
 Thine altar shall not want for sacrifice. 
 Have pity, Lord, hear prayer, hear prayer — 
 Oh, she is growing worse, is growing worse." 
 
 The patriarch sank in dumb despair. 
 Ben Israel, a faithful servant, came, 
 
 " Patriarch, forgive thy faithful servant's 
 words. 
 There is a youthful prophet even now 
 Upon the street beneath the tower walls. 
 Who by the power of God healeth disease. 
 Devils of every kind are exorcised. 
 Father, may it not be a providence 
 That he is near at such a time as this.'' " 
 
 " Oh, hear her cries." 
 
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 "Shall I not call him in? " 
 
 " Is he the apostate Jew? " 
 
 " Of David's line." 
 
 " What can he do where Zephani hath 
 failed?" 
 
 " His power is great." 
 
 " O God, hear thou her cries. 
 A Jew — No more of him ! O God ! O God ! " 
 
 " Then prejudice is more than love or life." 
 
 " Oh, bring him if ye must." 
 
 "With such a call?" 
 
 " Go, bring him in." 
 
 " I think he will not come." 
 
 " Then here is gold, pay what he asks of 
 thee." 
 
 " He never yet has done a work for pay." 
 
 " Make him a gift." 
 
 " He cannot be deceived." 
 
 " Then what does he require ? My child ! 
 My child ! " 
 
 " Only that you believe." 
 
 " He may save her. Oh, haste, Ben Israel." 
 The hours dragged their tardy length along. 
 The lamps were lighted in the ancient hall. 
 The patriarch started up at every sound. 
 And still the messengers no answer brought. 
 Impatient waiting stimulated faith. 
 
 At last was heard the sound of many feet. 
 The prophet, followed by the multitude, 
 
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 Came to' the outer gates. And yet alone 
 The father led him to the haunted room. 
 
 The wailing ceased and all expectant stood. 
 Jesus spake no word ; the silence grew intense. 
 
 The eyes of Miriam were riveted 
 Upon that countenance, fair as the sun, 
 Framed in the golden locks of early morn. 
 He spake the silent language of the soul. 
 Of hope and love and future worthiness. 
 Not of her weak and sinful past at all. 
 She would confession make, there was no need ; 
 If he forgives, her sin has lost its sting. 
 Remorse may wreak, but never can atone. 
 Her all must be her only sacrifice. 
 
 Forgiven ! Forgiven ! Rang in her rap- 
 tured heart. 
 O golden love, thy silent influence 
 Can sweetly, surely, change the human heart 
 And life with potency as natural 
 As is the sunshine on the budding rose 
 That has been raised out of the damp, dark 
 
 mold 
 To blossom in the garden of the Lord. 
 How strange our tears express our highest joy. 
 Sparkle of dew upon the fringe of morn, 
 They are the sign of reason's glad return. 
 Her Savior said, " She sleeps, awake her not." 
 Her spirit floated on a sea of peace, 
 A welcome calm after the awful storm. 
 
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 Her breath came softly as the summer breeze. 
 
 Some souls like hers are born in throes of 
 pain; 
 Some pass into the life of Heavenly love 
 Not knowing how nor when, their love sincere. 
 
 Her father followed Jesus to the hall. 
 Clasping his knees, 
 
 " All that I have is thine." 
 
 " Yea, thou hast rightly said, for she is 
 mine. 
 And mine is thine, and thine is mine. Truly 
 In giving, love the richer doth become. 
 Her golden love, henceforth, forevermore 
 Shall be the richest treasure of the earth." 
 
 Then Jesus passed into the press below. 
 
 The fame of what was done spread every- 
 where. 
 And coming to the ears of Prince Samar, 
 He for the first time knew she had escaped 
 The cave. He trembled at the thought of it. 
 And sent for Zogbarak. 
 
 " Hail, chieftain." 
 
 " Hail." 
 
 " Heard you the news.? " 
 
 " What news, O Prince Samar.? " 
 
 " That Princess Miriam is at home again. 
 You told me that she was destroyed. Ex- 
 plain." 
 
 " I know not how it is, O Prince, unless 
 
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 The Galilean prophet raised her up." 
 
 " I did not hear of that ; I only heard 
 That he had cast seven devils out of her." 
 
 " She had that many anyhow, I think. 
 Over the towering mountains that surround 
 The Garden of Delight she soared away." 
 
 " And how was that ? You said she was de- 
 stroyed." 
 
 " I left the devils to accomplish that." 
 
 " I have a mission that will try your skill. 
 Bring Miriam to me alive or dead, 
 And I will give you gold would sink a ship. 
 Diamonds in handfuls you shall have, and in 
 A palace you shall live with her you love. 
 Zoa is a princess of the ancient line 
 Which ruled while Israel was Egypt's slave. 
 What a reward for such an easy task ! 
 You know the seaward passage to the tower ; 
 Your lady love upon the princess waits." 
 
 " Zoa loves Miriam." 
 
 "What matters that? 
 She does not owe this woman anything, 
 Not even mercy. They usurped your land 
 And robbed your homes to make your people 
 slaves." 
 
 " They claim that devils for the prophet 
 work." 
 
 " The sly fanatic has grown tired of her, 
 And has departed to Jerusalem. 
 He means to try to make himself a king, 
 
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 But he shall not if I have gold enough 
 
 To buy the priests and the weak governor. 
 
 Jesus and Caius in Jerusalem — 
 
 Your task is easy. Bring her here to me." 
 
 " She loves the Galilean, then, you think." 
 
 " I know she means to sacrifice herself 
 Upon that necromancer. One who knows 
 Says that she trudged the hot and dusty roads, 
 Mingling with the low scum that followed him, 
 And smelled their fishy clothes and garlic breath, 
 And waited on him with her queenly hands. 
 Begged as a favor that he would receive 
 Her sacrifice, and every little want 
 She would anticipate." 
 
 " She loves him then." 
 
 " When he did go, she followed him in tears. 
 Now from these morbid follies we must save." 
 
 "What earnest can I have of the reward.? " 
 
 " This diamond would a city buy. Take it, 
 Take it, merely a tithe of the reward." 
 
 " You must receive her on the open lake. 
 Alone." 
 
 " Just as you say." 
 
 " At the ninth hour." 
 
 "To-night?" 
 
 " To-night." 
 
 " Ah, noble Zogbarak, 
 Now are you wise. Bring her to me alive. 
 And I her latest lover then will be." 
 
 " Her last, at least." 
 
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 " Hearken, I have a plan. 
 Because it pleases him she so much loves, 
 She mingles with the poor and sick and low. 
 Tell her, with every piteous circumstance, 
 Of one down in the flats who calls for her. 
 Offer to take her there. Once on the sea, 
 The way is plain." 
 
 '' I cannot bear to use 
 Her goodness for a bait. I have a way. 
 Trust me for that." 
 
 " Well, bring her in any way. 
 To-night at the ninth hour, in open sea. 
 Meet me a half league east of Magadan. 
 Laden with your reward, I come alone." 
 
 The robber gained an entrance to the tower. 
 Woe to the lamb when the wolf is in the fold ! 
 
 Good Zoa took the visit to herself. 
 And said, 
 
 " My dear, you do not seem yourself to-night. 
 What has gone wrong with you? " 
 
 " May have rowed too fast." 
 
 " Something is wrong. You often promised 
 me—" 
 
 " Is Miriam at home .? " 
 
 "She is. What then? 
 Again will something dreadful happen her? " 
 
 " Darling, my promise shall be now fulfilled. 
 And you shall in a palace dwell secure. 
 And fair young maidens shall attend your 
 steps." 
 
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 " Miriam says 'tis nobler far to serve 
 Than to be served." 
 
 " Then she will go with me. 
 There is a needy woman down in the flats, 
 Who piteously pleading calls for her." 
 
 " She cannot go to-night, but I will go. 
 To-morrow we go up to Bethany." 
 
 " But then she calls for her, and only her." 
 
 " You talk so very strangely, Zogbarak. 
 Something is on your mind you dare not speak." 
 
 " Call her ; the princess must go down with 
 me." 
 
 " ' The princess must,' you say. Then she 
 must not. 
 There is a base conspiracy somewhere." 
 
 " In this you love me not, nor love yourself, 
 Are inconsistent, wish to change my life, 
 And then refuse my opportunity. 
 You are the princess of a royal line. 
 And yet you meekly drudge, and serve your 
 
 enemy. 
 Also your words mean certain death to me." 
 
 " Ah, now I see. You have the princess sold 
 To that rich libertine. Think not of it. 
 Or God will smite you with His thunderbolt. 
 You surely do not know her as she is 
 Or you would strike him down who did but speak 
 A word in her dispraise. Once she was fair. 
 But now is beautiful. She knows no race 
 Nor place, but loves each individual soul. 
 
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 Her every act unselfish kindness breathes. 
 
 She knows the evil, but the good adores. 
 
 There is not wealth enough in all the world 
 
 To buy a lovely character like hers. 
 
 Knowing Samar — but then I will not chide." 
 " Oh, say no more, or I will hate myself. 
 
 Here, take my dagger, stab me to the heart." 
 " Such hate has promise of a nobler life." 
 " I will go slay Samar or else be slain." 
 " Neither. There is a nobler thing to do. 
 
 Mary, the blessed mother of our Lord, 
 
 Is with the princess, for she loves her well. 
 
 To-morrow we go up to Bethany. 
 
 Jesus is there. They mean to make him king. 
 
 There is an ancient armor in the hall 
 
 Will fit your limbs, also a giant spear and 
 shield. 
 
 Thus armored you may join the royal guard, • 
 
 The glorious army of the new-made king." 
 " A wicked wretch like me? " 
 
 " He came to save. 
 
 Beneath a rough exterior you have 
 
 A noble soul." 
 
 " Would he forgive my past.? " 
 " His mission is to save us from our past." 
 " Trust me, I will be loyal to his cause." 
 And so it was, while yet the morning star 
 
 Hung o'er the slumbering sea, they sallied forth. 
 
 Zogbarak in that ancient armor clad 
 
 Went on before, a figure wondered at, 
 
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 In all the world the first great Christian knight. 
 
 Miriam, with Mary, mother of our Lord, 
 And Zoa, on their patient palfreys rode. 
 
 At eve they wound into a valley deep. 
 Through it gurgled a stream of water cool. 
 Fed by a mountain spring. Here they en- 
 camped. 
 Beside it Zogbarak set up their tent, 
 Around and in it they were gathered close. 
 But he himself nearby kept watchful guard; 
 For he had seen signs that he did not like. 
 
 The silent hours wore on. His nerves grew 
 tense. 
 A little pebble rolled down the steep path. 
 As though some foot above had loosened it. 
 He braced his foot, his heavy spear in poise. 
 And waited breathlessly. A crouching man 
 Comes toward the tent — O heaven speed the 
 
 aim 
 
 The giant spear thrown as a thunderbolt 
 Sent him to earth, as falls a riven pine. 
 The chieftain recognized dreaded Samar. 
 Knowing the signal code he took command, 
 Ordered the robber band in full retreat. 
 
 Then having cleared the valley, he came back 
 Where Miriam and blessed Mary knelt. 
 Tenderly nursing the sore wounded man. 
 
 a Princess, you surely know not who he is." 
 
 " Nor care, since he is sorely needing aid." 
 
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 " Were he not stricken down, he would not 
 have 
 Pity on you. Leave him alone to die." 
 
 " Undo the breastplate, noble Zogbarak. 
 The helmet now. Be quick, he must have air." 
 
 Then seeing who he was, she gave a gasp 
 And would have gone away, but love divine, 
 Such as the Master taught, soon brought her 
 back. 
 She took her silken scarf and tried to staunch 
 The pulsing blood. 
 
 " Bring water, Zogbarak." 
 He ran down to the stream, and dipping deep 
 His iron helmet, brought it dripping full. 
 She washed his wound and bathed his fevered 
 
 face. 
 Seeing his life was ebbing from his wound, 
 " Samar, may God forgive you, as I do. 
 Even your greatest wrong. Oh, pray to him." 
 
 There was a look in his fast glazing eyes 
 That made her think that he at last had prayed. 
 As a last sacrament, she dipped her hand 
 In the pure water, less pure than was her heart, 
 " May God forgive and cleanse your heart 
 from sin." 
 Baptismal drops fell from her finger tips 
 Upon a dead white face. 
 
 They buried him 
 In the lone vale that night. At morn they 
 passed 
 
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 Forward into the great highway that leads 
 From Syria down to Jerusalem. 
 
 The giant in his armor ever found 
 An open way through the great crowds that 
 
 pressed 
 On foot, on camels, and on asses, toward 
 The gathering to the yearly Passover. 
 
 On the fifth day they came to Bethany. 
 The women rested in the sheltered home 
 Of Simon, bowered in cool shrubbery. 
 
 Impatient Zogbarak with the multitude 
 Rushed down the moving sides of Olivet, 
 Across the valley of Jehoshaphat, 
 And up the crowded sides of Zion's hill, 
 In time to see Jesus, seated upon 
 An ass's colt, pass through the city gates. 
 
 " Hosanna ! " troops of leaping children 
 cried. 
 " Hosanna to the king of Israel ! " 
 
 Their pretty acclamation did no harm ; 
 But the seditious Zogbarak was barred. 
 The heavy gates were closed before his face. 
 Upreaching his enormous spear, he pushed 
 The Roman eagle from its lofty perch. 
 
 " Come on, ye men, let us tear down the gates. 
 Before his face the walls and towers shall fall. 
 Jesus is king, and he shall reign until 
 Your enemies are underneath his feet." 
 
 A wall of Roman spears surrounded him. 
 Like a wild jungle beast he stood at bay, 
 
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 Then like a catapult he thrust his spear. 
 Many before his fury bit the dust, 
 Ere they by numbers overpowered him. 
 Manacled, they led him through the jeering 
 throng. 
 
 "Who is this giant robber? " many cried. 
 One answered, " Barabbas." And afterward, 
 " Barabbas, the robber," he was always called. 
 
 Jesus in barren triumph pressed his way 
 Even as far as to the temple gate, 
 In silence viewed the desecrated courts. 
 Then, sadly turning, passed the outer gate, 
 And walked to his retreat in Bethany, 
 Where welcome greetings always waited him. 
 And on this night a loving mother's kiss 
 And the pure hearted Miriam's ; and yet 
 Something bore heavily upon him now, 
 He needs must be alone to think of it. 
 
 Miriam without intrusion silently 
 Into his presence stole. She hungered for 
 Communion sweet of soul with loving soul. 
 So sacred, spoken words are sacrilege. 
 He turned his face merely to recognize 
 Her presence. Over his countenance 
 There passed the shadow of a somber cloud. 
 
 " dearest Lord, what is it troubles thee? " 
 
 " My kingdom is from heaven, not of this 
 world. 
 To-day how empty was authority 
 Without compelling power. And even now 
 
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 Their loud acclaim is changed to murderous 
 
 cries. 
 There are those that go about seeking my life." 
 " They cannot harm. Thou art the Son of 
 
 God." 
 " All power is given me in heaven and earth ; 
 And yet I may not use it for myself." 
 
 " Then will we save thee from their cruel 
 
 hate." 
 " The Son of Man shall go, but woe to them 
 By whom he goes." 
 
 " Escape to Galilee, 
 Or to the wilderness." 
 
 " It may not be; 
 I came to do my Father's will alone." 
 " Master, Master, we will deliver thee." 
 " Plainly, I shall be crucified of them, 
 But on the third day I shall rise again." 
 
 " Then, Savior, may we share thy suffer- 
 
 ing? " 
 " Ye know not what ye ask, and yet ye shall." 
 Martha announced that supper waited them; 
 Miriam, stunned with sudden grief, went not. 
 Kneeling with upstretched hands, she tried to 
 
 pray. 
 She could not comprehend the awful words, 
 
 " Plainly, I shall be crucified of them." 
 In answer to her tearful prayer for help 
 She heard, " The third day I shall rise again." 
 
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 " Shall rise ! " He shall be dead and buried, 
 
 then ! 
 Strange was the aberration of her grief; 
 She would anoint him now for burial. 
 
 Trembling, into the supper hall she came, 
 And unseen crept along the outer aisle, 
 To where the loving Savior was reclined. 
 Breaking a precious alabaster box. 
 She poured the sweet perfume upon his head 
 And on his feet, and washed them with her tears ; 
 And kissing them, she wiped them with her hair. 
 In sorrow as if he were in his grave. 
 
 Judas added the burden of rebuke. 
 Jesus saw the abandonment of love. 
 
 In passionate ascent her spirit spurned 
 The cold and calculating facts of time 
 And bathed its wings in truth's unhindered 
 gleam. 
 
 Each day at early dawn Jesus went forth, 
 And in the Jewish temple taught and healed. 
 Each evening he would turn his weary steps 
 Toward the sweet quiet home in Bethany, 
 Where loving ministry awaited him. 
 And ever hung the shadow on her heart. 
 His footfall had familiar grown to her. 
 She always with refreshment waited him. 
 Fresh water from the spring or cooling fruit. 
 
 It was an hour late. He had not come. 
 The weary hours wore on. She often rose 
 
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 And looked into the night. The stars told her 
 Midnight had passed. Oh, what had happened 
 
 him ! 
 She feared the worst. No longer could she 
 
 wait. 
 No thought of self, she went into the street, 
 And thinking only of his love and loss, 
 She followed to the crown of Olivet. 
 She scanned the path where he was wont to walk. 
 And shrinking saw the shadows of the vale. 
 And followed up the sides of Zion's hill 
 On which the temple in the moonlight sat. 
 She saw the altar fires were smoldering. 
 And fitful flashed their lights into the pall 
 Of smoke that hung above the silent courts. 
 
 She found no answer to her anguished cry. 
 Her desolation felt a sudden fear. 
 She was alone and would have run, but saw 
 A man burst from the shadows running up 
 The path. She could not go ; she must not 
 
 stay. 
 At last he stood before her in the way. 
 
 " Thomas, it is — Oh, where is he? Breath- 
 less.'^ 
 Speak but one word and tell me where he is." 
 
 " Arrested — " 
 
 " Say not that. Oh, say not that ! 
 Where.? When.?" 
 
 " Gethsemane — Gethsemane." 
 
 " And you had only time to get this far. 
 
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 Where would they take him? " 
 
 " To the High Priest's house. 
 One of them said he would be crucified." 
 
 " The High Priest has no power. No, they 
 will go 
 To Pilate. We must go and rescue him." 
 
 " Impossible. It would be dangerous." 
 
 " But he would freely give his life for us. 
 To Pilate's house. We must go down to Pi- 
 late's house. 
 He will not save himself, but has not yet 
 Forbidden us to save him." 
 
 " How can we? " 
 
 " And if I show you, will you go with me? " 
 
 " I will." 
 
 " Here is a little golden charm. 
 Within it are engraved the characters, 
 The pledge of royal friendship, love and truth. 
 The order was begun by Solomon. 
 These characters have made and unmade kings. 
 Pilate has one of these. This fortinal 
 Will bring release. Christ is of royal blood. 
 Now let us haste." 
 
 " Now, maiden, follow me. 
 It was a strange mysterious influence 
 That made us leave him in his hour of need. 
 Keep close to me, look strange at everything. 
 Like we were strangers in Jerusalem." 
 
 Only a mile, and yet the road seemed long. 
 At last they reached the city gates, and then 
 
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 More tedious were the narrow, crooked streets, 
 
 Crowded with a confusing multitude. 
 
 And as they would have passed the High Priest's 
 
 house, 
 The doors flew open and a band of men 
 Came out, and there was Jesus in their midst. 
 She gave a startled cry ; Thomas restrained. 
 Jesus, bound and insulted, was alone 
 Serene. The great confusion caused delay. 
 John, his disciple, followed. Seeing her, 
 
 " Princess, thou art in danger here. Es- 
 cape ! " 
 " Where are they taking him ? He must be 
 
 saved." 
 The rabble shouted, 
 
 " To Pilate he must go ! 
 He shall be crucified. The blasphemer ! " 
 Then Miriam, 
 
 " Oh, we must be there first." 
 And John replied, 
 
 " I know a shorter way." 
 " Go on, and we will follow thee." 
 
 And when 
 They came into a street was quieter, 
 John told her of the trial as they walked. 
 " All uncondemned they smote him in the 
 face. 
 Spit their vile frothing spittle in his face. 
 He like sacrificial lamb stood still 
 In mutest innocence, until Caiaphas 
 
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 Came haughtily and roughly questioned him, 
 * What is it these against thee, witness ? 
 
 Speak.' 
 ' Hereafter ye shall see the Son of Man 
 Descending with his angels out of heaven.' 
 ' Hear ye his blasphemy ; it is enough. 
 What further need is there of witnesses.? 
 Take him to Pilate to be crucified.' " 
 
 When Miriam to Pilate's palace came 
 She stepped into the court magnificent. 
 The pavement, the Gabatha of the Jews. 
 Before the outer doors grim sentinels 
 Forbidding stood. Her heart began to sink. 
 Haste always meets with greatest obstacles. 
 
 A messenger soon brought an answer back, 
 
 " Welcome, the kneeler at the mystic shrine." 
 
 When Miriam in fear was ushered in. 
 Bowing, she lowly clasped the jeweled feet 
 Of Claudia Procula, wise and fair. 
 The queenly one lifted the princess up. 
 Of her received the golden fortinal. 
 And read the talismanic characters. 
 
 " Princess, what urgency doth bring thee 
 here.?" 
 
 " To save the life of Jesus have I come. 
 The men are bringing him to Pilate's court ; 
 They clamor for his life." 
 
 "What has he done.?" 
 
 " Nothing but good. Oh, Mistress, save his 
 life." 
 
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 " Of what do they accuse him, then, my 
 dear? " 
 
 " Of blasphemy. He claims to be the Son 
 Of God." 
 
 " Which one of the immortal gods ? " 
 
 " Of God himself. With Pilate intercede. 
 They will be coming soon." 
 
 " By this our pledge, 
 I send this letter to the Governor. 
 
 Now come with me into our balcony. 
 Here we can see, and can be little seen. 
 Look thou, the eunuch has my message given. 
 How Pontius frowns as he is reading it. 
 He never liked the Jewish priests at best. 
 And will release the God Man if he can." 
 
 " hear ! They come ! That horrid, howl- 
 ing mob ! 
 There! There he is! Behold, the Lamb of 
 God!" 
 
 " See how serenely he ascends the steps. 
 Pontius receives him standing as befits. 
 He will release him. Princess, do not fear. 
 He must. Oh, how I suffered in a dream ! 
 The city was in flames, the temple walls 
 Fell down and in the crash I heard the shrieks 
 And cries of dying men. White skeletons 
 Ran jibbering through the flame and smoke. 
 It was the vengeance of this demigod. 
 
 Look down. The rabble rage like hungry 
 wolves. 
 
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 Are howling for his blood. What is it stirs 
 Their enmity ? He never did them harm. 
 He healed their sick, healed even some of them. 
 They stand without. They dare not come 
 
 within 
 Or they would be defiled. Pontius goes out 
 Upon the gallery." 
 
 " Oh, hear them cry, 
 ' Crucify him ! Crucify him ! Crucify him ! ' 
 Yet he refuses to defend himself." 
 
 " You tremble, dear. Pontius goes out again. 
 They shout, 
 
 * He tries to make himself a king ! 
 C^SAR IS KING. We have no king but C^sar ! ' 
 They will obey the scepter if it is 
 A sword. O Pontius, dost thou hesitate ! " 
 
 " Oh, they are scourging him with cords, oh ! 
 oh! 
 That cruel soldier has a crown of thorns ; 
 He strikes it down upon his bleeding head." 
 
 " Pontius, Pontius, do not let them kneel 
 In mockery. He is more than a king. 
 A broken reed for scepter, shame! oh, shame! 
 That faded purple robe — oh, take it off ! 
 Thy prisoner through the debased disguise 
 Looketh more kingly than the kingliest." 
 
 " Mistress, why do your people treat him 
 so?" 
 
 " Brutality. In earnest shall they kneel. 
 O boasted Roman justice! Pilate knows 
 
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 The man is innocent. O Man Divine, 
 
 Jesus, Son of Jove, hear thou my prayer. 
 Spare Pilate in the fierceness of thy wrath; 
 These wicked men are more to blame than he." 
 
 " They cry, ' Barabbas ! ' ' Barabbas ! ' 
 ' Barabbas ! ' 
 Oh, hear their cries ! * If thou lettest Jesus go, 
 Thou art not Caesar's friend. Caesar shall 
 
 know. 
 Give us Barabbas. Jesus crucify ! ' " 
 
 " Pontius, there is no need to wash thy hands ; 
 Oceans of water will not cleanse the stain. 
 Wash them, wash them, eternally thou shalt, 
 And crimson are they still." 
 
 Miriam sank down 
 And gripped her eyes to dull the awful sight. 
 The place grew still. Jesus no more was there. 
 Out in the street the tumult could be heard. 
 
 " Princess, my awful dream will come to pass. 
 He suffers them to fill their cup of wrath." 
 
 " Where are they taking him.? " 
 
 " To Golgotha." 
 
 " O Claudia Proculla, dearest friend. 
 This hour of friendship will eternal be. 
 
 1 thank thee in the name of Christ for this. 
 But I must follow him even to death. 
 
 If such it be. Farewell." 
 
 " Princess, farewell. 
 And when the blow shall fall, remember me and 
 mine. 
 
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 A false, weak policy has ruined us." 
 
 Without, Mary, the mother of the Lord, 
 Mary Salome, and the faithful John, 
 Waited impatiently for her to come. 
 The dolorous procession passed along. 
 John knew a passage through the High Priest's 
 
 grounds ; 
 Through this they hastened to another street. 
 And saw the sad procession coming up 
 The steep and stony way. 
 
 With loosened rein 
 Rode Caius Marcus, the centurion. 
 His helmed head bowed low in troubled thought. 
 A trumpeter behind him shouted loud, 
 
 " Hear ye ! Hear ye ! Jesus of Nazareth 
 Is now to crucifixion being led. 
 For treason to the Roman Emperor." 
 
 Then followed Jesus — oh, most pitiful — 
 On his poor purple welted back he bore 
 The rough and heavy cross. The crown of 
 
 thorns 
 At every step jarred on his aching head. 
 The Roman guards with scourges urged him on ; 
 Also two thieves bearing their crosses came ; 
 After them walked those thirsting for his blood 
 In exultation. Roman soldiers marched 
 On either side to keep the people back 
 With curses and with blows. 
 
 The word is passed, 
 
 " Jesus has fallen underneath the cross." 
 
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 The women crowd by soldiers and by priests, 
 Nothing but death can stay their frenzied rush. 
 Mary, his mother, fell upon her knees, 
 Clasping his upturned face ; and Miriam 
 With silken kerchief wiped the bloody sweat, 
 And lifted tenderly the crown of thorns. 
 Did Jesus pay her with a feeble smile? 
 She thought he did. A soldier struck the 
 
 thorns 
 Deeper. Caius heard commotion strange, 
 Turning he pressed his heavy charger back, 
 Through the excited multitude, to where 
 Jesus was lying in the dusty street. 
 A soldier pressed the pleading women back. 
 
 " Roman, be kind for your dear mother's 
 sake. 
 Or the sweet maiden that loves you. I know 
 You hate these men, and they are insolent. 
 This man has never uttered a complaint. 
 Do what your discipline requires, no more. 
 This is an awful time at best. I fear 
 The vengeance of his God." 
 
 Miriam turned 
 With outstretched arms and palpitating heart. 
 
 " Noble centurion, save him, oh, save ! " 
 
 He looked into her wide appealing eyes. 
 And felt the compliment of confidence. 
 
 " Princess, the gods know that for thy sweet 
 sake 
 I would. But why should I, when he will not.? " 
 
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 Her only answer was her sobs and tears. 
 Fearing that he had rudely wounded her, 
 He left his charger and came nearer ; said, 
 
 " Be calm. He waits his opportunity. 
 I will do all I can. Men, raise him up." 
 
 " He cannot bear the cross another step." 
 
 " He shall not try. Here, man, what is your 
 name.'^ " 
 
 " Simon." 
 
 " What is your nationality.? " 
 
 " Cyrenian." 
 
 " Then you shall bear his cross. 
 A Roman will not. Yet I envy you 
 The privilege. Indeed, indeed I do. 
 Come on. Soldiers, make way for us. 
 
 Strangely 
 Man's nature is more cruel than the beasts. 
 He tortures for the pleasure it affords. 
 Crowds to the gruesome and the barbarous. 
 I would not see this were I not compelled." 
 
 The sad procession winds the rocky way, 
 And outward through the gate of judgment 
 
 crushed. 
 Across the open to Golgotha's hill. 
 The mourning women went not up, but stood 
 Where they could see what they would rather 
 
 die 
 Than see ; and his disciples also stayed. 
 Jesus must bear his sufferings alone. 
 Denied his mother's tender ministry. 
 
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 Or word or company of loving friends. 
 
 Miriam whispered to the disciple John, 
 
 " Go tell that soldier I would speak with 
 him." 
 The soldier came. 
 
 " Roman, how may I speak 
 To the centurion? " 
 
 " You cannot now." 
 
 " I must. Tell him that Miriam would speak 
 To him." 
 
 She slipped a coin into his hand 
 And promised more. Soon Caius Marcus came. 
 
 Miriam threw herself upon her knees. 
 In wild abandon was her veil thrown back, 
 With all the eloquence of grief she pled 
 As a last hope, a last despairing cry, 
 
 " O Caius, Caius, Caius, save Jesus now, 
 A moment more and it will be too late." 
 
 He looked at her as if an angel spake. 
 
 " I will though Rome should fall and I be 
 crushed." 
 Then he bethought himself, 
 
 " They have him bound, 
 Those ministers of hell, the rabble horde 
 The people in the hottest ferment keep. 
 With gold the wicked Prince Samar supplies 
 They bribe the soldiers to their cruelty; 
 And in the awful tempest they have raised 
 Words of command are blown out of my mouth. 
 Heaven knows I pity him. What can we do.'' " 
 
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 " Too late ! Too late ! See ! The crosses 
 rise! 
 Oh, how he suffers ! Oh ! Cains, go back. 
 Give him this wine and myrrh to drink. It will 
 A little dull his awful suffering." 
 
 " I will, for that is all we can do now. 
 If he were taken doAvn, he would be maimed 
 And wounded unto death. The air seems 
 
 strange. 
 The heavens red with portent and the earth 
 Silently waiting in a dread suspense." 
 
 He took the cup, and with it rode away. 
 
 And then old Doctor Zephani came up. 
 Impiously, with mocking deference. 
 He first addressed the mother of the Christ, 
 
 " Virgin, is that thy son.^^ Virgin, bid him 
 Come down." 
 
 The wretch then made a trumpet with his 
 hands. 
 Shouting, 
 
 " Thy virgin mother bids thee come. 
 If thou art able we will worship thee. 
 Thou comest not. Ha ! Ha ! The cords are 
 
 tight. 
 The nails are driven through thy hands and feet. 
 Now, impudent blasphemer, get them free." 
 
 To shield the blessed mother, Miriam 
 Stood silently between her and the wolf. 
 
 " Oho ! Here is another of the kind. 
 Thou art no longer Princess Miriam, 
 
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 But thou art sinful * Mary Magdalene.' 
 Yes, that is good. How did I think of it .? 
 It has a scarlet sound. A ' Magdalene ! ' 
 He cast seven devils out of thee, I hear. 
 There must have been as many more, or else 
 They all came back." 
 
 Her heart wound was too deep 
 For other wound ; she only saw the awful cross, 
 And heard the tumult on Golgotha's hill. 
 
 " Answereth thou not ? Hath a dumb devil 
 too.? 
 Listen to me, thou ' Mary Magdalene.' " 
 
 He who was now Barabbas named drew near. 
 And towering, stood before the railing man. 
 
 " What name was that you called her, dog.^^ " 
 
 " Robber Barabbas, what is that to thee.^^ 
 Know thou I called her, ' Mary Magdalene.' 
 Dost thou, too, love the witching murderess ? " 
 
 " Kneel down upon your callous knees, old 
 man. 
 Or I will smite thee with my sword. Kneel 
 
 down. 
 Ask pardon of the Princess Miriam." 
 
 " Son of Beelzebub, we set thee free 
 Or else thou hadst been hanging on the cross." 
 
 " Better I had than him you crucified. 
 A reptile has more pity than a wolf. 
 Come, bend your craven knees. How dark it 
 
 is! 
 Felt you that tremor of the earth? It rocks. 
 
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 Your trembling knees could not withstand the 
 
 shock. 
 What! Up and gone! You have a craven 
 
 heart, 
 For cruelty is only cowardice. 
 The sun looks like a monster drop of blood." 
 
 Then John, 
 
 " O blessed mother, take my arm. 
 A shame it is to let him die alone." 
 
 Between the paroxysms of the earth 
 They felt their way to the deserted cross. 
 Trembling she leaned her face upon his arm 
 In speechless grief, too sorrowful for tears. 
 
 Jesus looked down. There was a silence vast 
 As if the earth and heavens were listening 
 To the sweet words, 
 
 " Mother, behold thy son ; 
 Beloved disciple, on thy mother look." 
 
 Now the centurion from his charger reached 
 The wine and myrrh up to the sufferer. 
 
 " He will not drink of it. An awful flash ! 
 Verily, he must be the Son of God." 
 
 At this one of the thieves began to rail, 
 
 " If thou be Christ, then save thyself and 
 us." 
 The other answered, 
 
 " Dost thou not fear God? 
 We suffer justly, he is innocent. 
 O Lord, remember me when thou dost come 
 Into thy kingdom." 
 
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 Jesus made reply, 
 
 " Verily, I say unto thee, to-day 
 Shalt thou be with me in my paradise." 
 
 Again earth rocked with rumblings ominous. 
 Strange lightnings held for long the heavens 
 
 ablaze, 
 And rending thunder shook the solid earth; 
 Again the black Egyptian darkness fell. 
 In the hushed darkness came the cry. 
 The saddest words, before or since, 
 
 " My God, 
 My God, oh, why hast thou forsaken me.'' 
 
 " I thirst." 
 
 Miriam, called Mary Magdalene, 
 Upon a reed raised to his parching lips 
 A sponge of vinegar. He drank of it. 
 Because though small it was the gift of love. 
 
 Now plain and strong the voice came from 
 the cross, 
 
 " It is finished. Father, into thy hands 
 My spirit I commend." 
 
 Jesus was dead. 
 Dead of a broken heart. The poor tired head 
 Fell forward on his breast ; the crown of thorns 
 Fell oiF, to be replaced with heaven's own light. 
 The water and the blood from out his side 
 Followed the soldier's spear, and fell upon 
 The prostrate form of Mary Magdalene, 
 As lowly she the awful cross embraced. 
 Baptism of holiness and sacrifice. 
 
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 When the two noble rulers of the Jews, 
 Joseph and Nicodemus, came to take 
 The mutilated body from the cross 
 They very gently moved her from her place, 
 Where she again had washed his feet with tears. 
 And when they drew the bloody spikes, she 
 
 turned 
 Away and with the other women came 
 To where they laid the limp and helpless form 
 In the new tomb of Joseph. Here they washed 
 The Savior's body, stained and soiled and 
 
 marred, 
 And wrapped it in the cerements of the grave. 
 As if they had no resurrection hope. 
 Except that Mary Magdalene, who held 
 The face cloth, cried, 
 
 " O blessed Mother, oh, 
 I cannot, cannot, cover up his face." 
 
 The Romans came and rolled a heavy stone 
 Against the cavern door and set a watch. 
 
 Within the lonesome garden of the dead 
 The steadfast women tarried through the night. 
 And through the Sabbath day, and through the 
 
 night. 
 And Mary Magdalene, watching, saw 
 A faint light whiten on the eastern hills — 
 The dawning of the first day of the week. 
 Shaking soft dewy wings of heavenly peace 
 After that hellish night of dread and storm. 
 
 She stands on tiptoe in the grotto door. 
 
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 Holding a box of very precious spice ; 
 
 They had embalmed his body hastily. 
 
 How small the faith in her who loved him best. 
 
 How dark the shadows of the garden seemed, 
 
 And all the world. 
 
 She ventured forth alone. 
 She must have help to roll away the stone. 
 The others, worn with watching, slept; even 
 His mother. She would go alone and see. 
 
 Running along the garden path, she came 
 Before the sepulcher. The Roman guards 
 Were gone ! The heavy stone was rolled away ! 
 
 She stooped to enter. Lo ! the linen clothes 
 Were folded carefully. He was not there! 
 She ran and others brought, and they beheld 
 The empty tomb. 
 
 When they had gone away. 
 She stood alone without the sepulcher. 
 Bitterly weeping. She stooped to look again. 
 Her nerves were to their highest tension 
 
 strained. 
 When spirit or the Holy Ghost controlled 
 And opened up the spirit world to her. 
 
 She saw two angels clothed in purest light, 
 One sitting where his feet, one where his head 
 Had lain, and the white spirits, looking up, 
 Said unto her, 
 
 " Woman, why weepest thou ^ " 
 
 She said, 
 
 " Because they took away my Lord, 
 
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 And I know not where they have taken him." 
 
 "Why seekest thou the living among the 
 dead ? 
 He is not here, but arisen from the grave. 
 Remember what he said in Bethany, 
 
 ' The Son of Man must be dehvered into 
 The hands of sinful men to be crucified, 
 And on the third day he shall rise again.' " 
 
 Still she had little faith, though angel 
 warned. 
 Frenzied uncertainty had left her dazed. 
 Blinded she rose and started to return. 
 
 Before her stood a stranger in the path. 
 How could her loving eyes be holden so. 
 When she had seen and also heard. He said, 
 
 "Woman, why weepest thou.^ Whom dost 
 thou seek ? " 
 
 " O gardener, if you have borne him hence. 
 Tell me where you have laid him. Then will I 
 Take him away." 
 
 And then a single word 
 Of loving recognition drew the veil aside. 
 
 " Mary ! " 
 
 " Rabboni ! " 
 
 She would embrace him. 
 
 " Touch me not," he said ; 
 " I have not yet ascended to my God. 
 But go ye to my brethren; say to them 
 I will ascend unto my Father God, 
 And to their Father God." 
 
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 And he was gone, 
 As he had come. 
 
 And Mary Magdalene 
 Told the disciples she had seen the Lord. 
 
 " Go tell my brethren." 
 
 She, the lowly one. 
 Was chosen as his honored messenger 
 To preach the great eternal fact that life 
 Is born of death. Though death has always 
 
 been. 
 And life will always be, it was obscure 
 And only known to God how man shall rise. 
 Now it is plainly to the sense revealed. 
 Men lived and died as though this were all. 
 When matter is only the chrysalis 
 Wherein is builded the eternal form 
 That in the universal ether lives. 
 
 Jesus, to give the world assurance, chose 
 To show himself in his familiar form ; 
 We shall retain our personality. 
 
 He passed at will through rock and bolted 
 door; 
 We shall be free from earthly hindrances. 
 
 He could appear and disappear at will; 
 By willing, w^e will manifest ourselves. 
 
 Jesus still loved those who before were dear; 
 The loving ties of earth shall still remain. 
 
 And thus he showed himself for forty days, 
 Then led them out as far as Bethany. 
 
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 Spreading his hands in blessing over them, 
 Looking on her and all a last farewell, 
 He rose into the universal life with God, 
 His Father and our Father evermore. 
 Sweet heaven of every liberated soul. 
 
 And from this day sought Mary Magdalene 
 The opportunity to testify. 
 Her testimony was direct and plain. 
 For she herself had seen and talked with him. 
 
 The spirit seems to be so far removed, 
 The heart bereft longs for the face, the form, 
 The voice of those that we have so much loved. 
 Nor faith, nor hope, nor words of sympathy. 
 Can hinder the incoming tides of grief. 
 By day, her work for him absorbed her 
 
 thought ; 
 At night the bitterness came over her. 
 
 Her nervous nature, oh, so keenly felt 
 The martyrdom more terrible than blood 
 Or fire ; the looks that stab, the words that 
 
 burn. 
 Silent unsympathy, discourtesy ; 
 The bitter stigma, " Mary Magdalene," 
 As a descriptive title of the lewd. 
 Nor could she realize her wayward past 
 Was like a foil in which to set her love. 
 Her friends she felt were smirched with her dis- 
 grace. 
 Under the guise of friendship she was urged 
 
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 To leave her work. Yet always in her heart 
 The message wrought, " Go tell my brethren," 
 She dare not cease to do what he had said. 
 The atmosphere was dark with scorn and threat. 
 But oh, the hardest thing of all to bear 
 Was her old white-haired father's anxious 
 
 pain. 
 Should she return to him? O breaking heart, 
 Duties never conflict. The word of Christ, 
 " Go tell my brethren," is a sacred trust. 
 
 Also old Zephani, fierce jungle beast. 
 Was on her track with a relentless hate. 
 Jesus had cast seven devils out of her 
 Whilst she the patient was of Zephani. 
 
 He hastened to the home of the ex-High 
 Priest. 
 Annas received him in the Council Hall. 
 
 " Good priest, what is thy will.? " 
 
 " Your reverence. 
 My mission most concerns the holy church. 
 Jesus, that Nazarene, was crucified. 
 Now where there was but one, a hundred mouths 
 Blaspheme and claim he is arisen again. 
 The temple offerings show the effects of this." 
 
 " Scattered the sparks in stamping out the 
 fire.'^ 
 What now is to be done? " 
 
 " Stamp them all out." 
 
 "And how?" 
 
 " The temple cells are dark and deep, 
 
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 Will hold them yet, if we begin in time." 
 
 " Easy it is to say, but hard to do." 
 
 " Give me authority." 
 
 " On all but one." 
 
 "And who is that?" 
 
 " The Princess Miriam, 
 The daughter of my friend, the patriarch." 
 
 " What ! Mary Magdalene, the scarlet one ? 
 Let all escape, but not this murderess. 
 If she alone be left the sect would still 
 Increase." 
 
 " The temple walls are tottering 
 If a weak maiden's breath will blow them down." 
 
 " Give me authority." 
 
 " Where is she now ? " 
 
 " At Bethany." 
 
 " Give me thy sacred word 
 That I shall not be known in it." 
 
 " I swear." 
 
 " And swear again she shall not be misused." 
 
 " I swear to this. Give me authority." 
 And then old Annas leaned his wrinkling brow 
 Upon his finger tips, in earnest thought. 
 
 " No, no, not right. Her father is my 
 friend ; 
 And then if known it would be dangerous." 
 
 The priest, knowing his weakness, said in 
 scorn, 
 
 " Aye, thou didst not condemn the Nazarene. 
 Never will Annas be High Priest again." 
 
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 " Well, priest, dost promise thou wilt use her 
 well?" 
 
 " Better than she deserves, I promise thee." 
 
 " Well, take the Temple Court's authority. 
 I will not give thee mine. I think there is 
 A better way than you suggest. The sea 
 Of death reflects the frowning Macherous, 
 The frightened Herod's wilderness abode. 
 And if the prisoners ever should be found. 
 He will the blame receive. His enemies. 
 The Scribes, will write his history." 
 
 " I have authority ! All hail, High Priest ! " 
 
 " Hast lately heard of Lazarus, the scribe, 
 That was of Bethany? Does he yet live? 
 He claimed that Jesus raised him from the 
 dead." 
 
 " Yes, hiding in the wilderness. 
 A Nazarite found him living in a cave 
 Across the rocky gorge from Macherous. 
 These lying witnesses must be destroyed." 
 
 " And when wilt thou begin, good priest ? " 
 
 " To-night." 
 
 " Well, then, most worthy priest, farewell." 
 
 " Farewell." 
 
 (" ' To-night,' a fitting time for such a 
 deed — 
 With hidden hand, terrifying mystery. 
 The coward will provide an ample guard — 
 Not many of the priests are like this one — 
 He threatened me, and I was cowardly. 
 
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 Well, I must thwart his hellish purposes. 
 To Herod I will send this very night.") 
 
 At Bethany was there a quiet home, 
 Vine-clad, nestled in cooling shrubbery. 
 Through leafy casement crept the soft moon- 
 light. 
 Making dim patterns on the rush strewn floor. 
 Two loving maidens in the chamber sat ; 
 Martha it was, with Mary Magdalene, 
 Who broke the silence with her tender voice, 
 " Sister in love, what were your latest 
 
 thoughts?" 
 " Thinking of our dear brother, Lazarus. 
 Longing I was for his return to us. 
 It seems as if the good suffer the most. 
 Banished for loving Jesus, oh, how strange!" 
 She turned away to hide a falling tear. 
 
 " Without your kindness we might suffer 
 
 want." 
 " I have received more blessing than was 
 
 given." 
 " Mary, your voice trembles ; are you 
 
 afraid?" 
 " One's courage always lowers in the night. 
 I hope it is no more than that. I feel 
 A strange presentiment. What was that? 
 A shadow passed the curtain. See, another ! " 
 She held her breath, her heart beat hard and 
 fast. 
 
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 " Someone is at the door. They knock ! 
 Again ! " 
 
 Mary sat stupefied with fear. 
 Martha arose. 
 
 " I will see who it is. 
 It may be Lazarus. 
 
 Who is without.? " 
 " A friend." 
 
 Martha, trembling, unbarred the door. 
 Old Zephani, for he it was, came in. 
 His guards with swords stood in the open door. 
 " We seek alone for Mary Magdalene." 
 " She is my guest ; you must not trouble her." 
 Mary, with courage that surprised herself, 
 Stood up and asked of him, 
 
 " Whom seek you, priest.? " 
 " Ah, here thou art. We take thee prisoner. 
 Here, soldier, put the irons on her hands." 
 
 " By what authority ? " With a dark frown 
 He handed her a scroll. By the dim light 
 She read it through. 
 
 " The rulers then refused 
 To sign their names." 
 
 " There is the temple seal." 
 " The rulers did not place it, I know." 
 " Well, it is there." 
 " Why come at night? " 
 
 " Rather, why come at all.? Thy blasphemy 
 Compels it." 
 
 " And how have we blasphemed ? " 
 
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 *' In saying Jesus is the Son of God, 
 And that thou sawest him risen from the dead." 
 
 Noting the futility of argument, 
 She said no more, but full of courage stood. 
 
 With cruel irons on her tender hands. 
 They led her forth and seated her upon a beast, 
 Then backward through the hill countr^^ took 
 
 their way 
 To Jordan's ford and the great wilderness. 
 The homely palfrey bore her carefully. 
 As though it knew she was the queenliest. 
 The moon silvered the crags and mountain 
 
 peaks 
 And hid much of the dread unsightliness. 
 
 The cavalcade climbed up the rocky steeps. 
 Descended through the barren streamless vales. 
 The calm and patient prisoner endured 
 The hardship and the dread uncertainty 
 Without a murmur or complaint. They passed 
 The dark mouthed caA^e and beetling precipice 
 And heard the howl of hungry beast of prey. 
 A dreadful death might wait her farther on. 
 It mattered not; all other love was merged 
 In that one love that filled her soul with peace. 
 
 Old Zephani tried to deceive himself 
 That he was truly kind in guarding her 
 Upon the way. 
 
 Just as the fiery sun 
 Came up to smite the desert with his heat, 
 They crossed the noisy wooden bridge and stood 
 
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 Before the massive tower's lower gate. 
 A generous bribe of gold admitted them. 
 
 Within, the light of the suspended lamps 
 Was in the massive pillared arches lost. 
 Set in the floor long rows of iron doors 
 Shut down upon dark dungeon cells beneath. 
 Strangely they stopped before the number X, 
 So like a cross. The rusty hinges creaked, 
 There was a smell, musty and sickening. 
 O pitiful ! The helpless innocent 
 Was here alone with rough and hardened men. 
 
 She read her fate without a cry or tear ; 
 Not without feeling, but sustained by love 
 And consciousness of Christ's upholding power. 
 
 Old Zephani, with a deceitful smile. 
 Addressed her in low tones, 
 
 " I am thy friend, 
 Thy noble father's friend. He waits for thee. 
 No doubt he startles at the steps he hears. 
 Wouldst thou not come and smooth his whit- 
 ened locks? 
 His poor old heart will break to have thee here. 
 Wouldst be free to go to him ? " 
 
 " I would." 
 
 " Ah, noble Princess, thou art wise at last. 
 Here is a little statement ; sign it here. 
 Jesus is dead, there is no longer use 
 In keeping with his low born followers." 
 
 " I saw him risen and he lives again." 
 
 " Thou hast a devil, Mary Magdalene. 
 
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 Look in that hole, for it will be thy tomb. 
 Here is a pen. Write here. Sign thy name 
 here." 
 
 She did not move 
 Or answer him a word. 
 
 " Let her enjoy her folly; cast her in. 
 Let us down slowly; she may yet repent. 
 Magdalene, how dost thou like it down in here? 
 Answer. Be quick, or it will be too late. 
 Think of the darkness when the lid is closed, 
 And this will be thy permanent abode. 
 Thou wilt not speak .^ There is no one else to 
 
 blame. 
 Here in this corner is a skeleton 
 Of one who was as obdurate as thou. 
 Sullen? It may be when the light is gone 
 Thou better mayst enjoy his company. 
 He was forgotten here as thou mayst be. 
 See how he grins to see thy foolishness." 
 
 In agony she fell upon her knees, 
 And prayed, 
 
 " O Jesus Savior, hear my prayer, 
 Deliver me." 
 
 *' Vain ! Vain ! The dead hear not. 
 Trust me, I can and will deliver thee." 
 
 " Doctor, is there no pity in your heart? 
 And would you force me to deny the truth ? " 
 
 " Thou lying Magdalene ! Men, draw me 
 up." 
 
 And she was left alone in that dark cell. 
 
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 The awful darkness saw not her sweet smile, 
 For Jesus in the spirit came to her 
 With the same peace that his own spirit filled 
 Under the greatest suffering. She knew 
 That he had known before what hers would be 
 And that His glory should be hers at last. 
 
 Calm as an infant in its mother's arms, 
 Smiling she lay upon the musty floor, 
 And with a homely crucifix of straws 
 Upon her breast, she fell asleep, the rest 
 Of perfect trust. 
 
 A call awakened her. 
 Was it a dream? She heard again the call 
 Though it was growing fainter. At each cell 
 The cry, 
 
 " We seek for Princess Miriam, 
 Now better known as Mary Magdalene." 
 
 Ever the cry grew fainter as they passed 
 Along, 
 
 " We seek for Princess Miriam, 
 Now better known as Mary Magdalene." 
 
 The narrow confines shut her answer in. 
 When the cry ceased, her heart grew faint. 
 
 Nothing 
 Is sadder than lost opportunity. 
 In the dead silence were her heart beats heard. 
 
 She did not know that Annas, ex-High 
 Priest, 
 When Zephani was gone, had urgently 
 
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 A message sent to Herod, the king, that he 
 Should keep his prison guards upon the watch 
 For Princess Miriam, lately entitled 
 Mary Magdalene, the daughter of their friend 
 Eleazer, the patriarch. He feared 
 The man. To put the onus on the king, 
 Designed within his castle to immure 
 The maid. 
 
 Her opportunity was gone. 
 The guards not caring might not come again. 
 Alone she wrestled with her doubt and fear, 
 With unseen weapons fought with ghostly foes. 
 Did Jesus know? Did Jesus care? How could 
 She know? If so, why did she wake too late? 
 Why not appear when he was needed most? 
 Was he offended that she wished to live? 
 Was her desire too great? Could she not say 
 Thy will be done? Or was he truly dead? 
 She would have fallen into deep despair 
 Had she not heard the call again 
 Far down the hall and louder, louder growing. 
 Her door was raised. She gave a startled cry. 
 A stranger face peered through the opening. 
 
 " We seek for Princess Miriam, now known 
 As Mary Magdalene. Is she in here ? " 
 
 Even that hated name of her reproach 
 Is heavenly music. Nothing could be worse 
 Than this dark prison cell. She hailed a 
 change. 
 
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 And was the tear of joy upon the cheek, 
 A sin? It was the brightest jewel earth 
 Affords. 
 
 Strong hands and willing drew her up. 
 Even the dim light blinded her. Though weak 
 And soiled with prison grime and travel stain 
 They led her to Herodias, the queen. 
 
 Here she was tended, nurtured, and restored, 
 And with her gentle ways endeared herself. 
 
 Again the fortinal, as a golden key. 
 Unlocked their royal hearts, so she could preach 
 The blessed Christ, the precious Son of God 
 That she herself saw crucified, and buried. 
 Saw him arisen from the sepulcher. 
 And now his presence brings new joy and hope. 
 As the High Priest of the new Covenant. 
 
 At the word ' priest,' Herodias fiercely flamed, 
 
 " ' Priest ! ' I hate your sanctimonious 
 priest. 
 The very pious John holds up my faults, 
 The better to conceal his own or worse." 
 
 " Good mother, can you not forgive a fault .^^ " 
 
 " I might forgive my friends, but not my ene- 
 mies." 
 
 " The loving Jesus that I told you of. 
 Commanded that we love our enemies. 
 His mercy follows condemnation close." 
 
 ** Sweet innocence, you never did a wrong. 
 But have been greatly wronged. The hateful 
 wolf 
 
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 Is on your track. Blood thirsty beast he is, 
 Could you love him? " 
 
 " Yes, I could do him good." 
 
 " Dearest, I would not tell you, but I must. 
 He has accused you of a heinous crime. 
 Even to-morrow you are to be tried 
 In Herod's court. He cannot punish you. 
 He knows full well, but easily invents 
 A violation of the Roman law. 
 Vehemence is his only argument." 
 
 " Most gracious queen, I will confess to you, 
 I know what Zephani's charge will be. 
 And I am guilty. I was wild in sin ; 
 Sought to excite my lover's passion, so 
 That he would not observe my guiltiness. 
 And by mistake a deadly poison gave. 
 Seven devils had possession of my soul." 
 
 " How is it then you are so pure and good.^ " 
 
 " Jesus cast all the devils out of me." 
 
 " I have an angry murderous devil too. 
 That on occasion flames — were Jesus here — 
 I am so sorry that your Christ is dead." 
 
 " No ! No ! He is not dead ! He is risen, 
 And stands before you now. But close your 
 
 eyes, 
 And pray in faith, and promise you will love 
 Him evermore ; he will your spirit cleanse. 
 Will give you new desires and purposes." 
 
 " If he do that he is a real God, 
 Not the thin fancies that the Romans have." 
 
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 " Yes, he did love the evil out of me." 
 
 " I close my eyes — O ! O ! I see a light ! 
 I know how you can love him as you do." 
 
 " Queen, you have seen the light of heaven, 
 and there 
 Are things in earth and heaven we know not of, 
 Until we know them by experience. 
 
 A great prophetic vision comes to me 
 When Rome, the mistress of the world, shall be 
 The kingdom of our Lord and of His Christ." 
 
 " How can it be when Roman justice seems 
 But awful torture.'^ Will it ever be 
 That they will bow to the poor Nazarene.^^ 
 Forgive, why did I speak in such a way ! " 
 
 *' There can be no offense, where none is 
 meant. 
 I see the wooden cross turned into gold 
 Become the ensign of the Roman power. 
 The precious emblem of the love of Christ 
 Will some day overcome barbarity." 
 
 " Not soon enough, I fear, to save your life. 
 Great Caius Marcus, the centurion. 
 Loves you, I hear. Your other lover dead. 
 Appeal to him." 
 
 " He will do all he can 
 Without my asking him." 
 
 " The wealthy Prince Samar also may help." 
 
 At this her face grew red, then deathly pale. 
 
 " Samar is — dead — is dead — and were he 
 not. 
 
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 I would not be delivered in this way. 
 No, I will suffer death as Jesus did, 
 And by the martyrdom will show the world 
 The value of his love. At Bethany, 
 In my great sympathy, I asked my lord 
 If I might share his awful sufferings." 
 
 " You say that Jesus died to save the world. 
 Why does he then allow your sufferings ? " 
 
 " Pain is a necessary part of joy; 
 No rainbow could there be without the cloud. 
 These light afflictions lead to endless bliss ; 
 And faithfulness in this dark, brutal age 
 Is martyrdom. It is not sin to shrink 
 At sorrow, but in giving up the truth." 
 
 " You say you loved another, how is this, 
 Yet you love Jesus even to the death .^^ " 
 
 " Mistress, the love of Christ is like the air 
 In which is everything ; there is no room 
 In its pure atmosphere for jealousy; 
 The pure affection sweetens other love." 
 
 " My heart yearns for a precious love like 
 thine. 
 Teach me how I may also love the Christ." 
 
 " The Master never disappoints desire. 
 I am rejoiced to share his love with you ; 
 Dividing it we shall increase our own." 
 
 To-morrow came, as to-morrows ever will. 
 With their prospective good or dreaded ill. 
 At early morning Mary Magdalene 
 
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 At the open casement of the lofty tower 
 Sat gazing open-eyed, yet seeing not 
 The barren landscape hot and ashen gray, 
 Nor the still face of the sad sea of death 
 That never to the breeze doth answering smile. 
 
 As the passing soul seeth more vividly, 
 So passed the panorama of her life. 
 Showing her sweet and childish innocence 
 Lost in the vain and frivolous, at last 
 In vile debauchery and wickedness. 
 According with her mood the bitterness 
 Was prominent. 
 
 " Oh, I did poison him," 
 Was wrung from her. 
 
 " Yet Jesus has forgiven." 
 And still she struggled in her agony. 
 
 We give the past a tear, the future what? 
 Will the new faith light up the gloomy grave.? 
 Can light-winged hope waft in the breeze of 
 
 heaven ? 
 Could love find place on which to set her feet ? 
 
 In prayer she by the open window knelt. 
 Where troubled souls have always refuge found, 
 
 " If it be possible, O Jesus, save ! 
 Nevertheless, thy holy will be done. 
 In living can I not do more for thee.? 
 Pity my poor old father's trembling heart. 
 And must I meet Judah I so much wronged.? 
 And yet in heaven they know the inmost heart. 
 Yes, he will know how I loved only him. 
 
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 How I would prize the offered prayers I 
 
 spurned ! 
 Yes, we will gather at thy feet, O Lord, 
 Never to part again." 
 
 Nature wisely provides 
 That we instinctively should cling to life. 
 She struggled hard although her faith was 
 strong. 
 
 Her opening eyes beheld a cloud of dust 
 Advancing. Drawing near, she recognized the 
 
 face. 
 Grizzled and grim, of Zephani, the wolf. 
 Leading a company of beasts like him. 
 She saw the never-to-be-forgotten horde 
 That crucified the blessed Lord of Love, 
 And still fiercely pursuing innocence, 
 Calling it zeal for God and for His house. 
 
 With gestures and with clamoring they alight 
 Before the tower gate, nor enter in 
 Beneath a gentile roof, for they might be 
 Defiled. A little tremor shook her being. 
 
 A knock — Herodias, the Queen, came in. 
 
 " My child, how can you be so^ calm ? Hear 
 them! 
 The hungry wolves are howling for your blood. 
 The jailer comes. I will not let him in. 
 O God, it must not be, it must not be ! " 
 
 " Most gracious queen, be calm and let him 
 in." 
 
 " Here is your veil." 
 
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 Reluctantly 
 He placed the shackles on her tender limbs. 
 
 " Jailer, why put them on ? She will not 
 strive — 
 Then be as gentle as the law permits." 
 
 Then the transformed Herodias kissed them, 
 Bathed the rough irons with her burning tears. 
 
 The jailer led her down the gloomy steps 
 Of stone, and left her in the prisoner's dock 
 Alone. 
 
 The king sat on his gilded throne. 
 Great feather fans waved in the languid air. 
 The Roman soldiers leaned upon their spears. 
 Before the throne sat the important scribe. 
 Upon the right sat crafty Samuel, 
 The Jewish counselor. Upon the left 
 There was the empty seat of the defense. 
 Herod addressed the scribe, 
 
 " Is there no one 
 Who has the courage to defend the maid.^^ " 
 
 " Your Gracious Majesty, there is but one, 
 A youthful hermit who has lately come 
 Out of the wilderness. He seems to have 
 Much learning, with refined address, 
 And understands this case most perfectly. 
 He prays to have the gracious privilege 
 Of appearing in the lonely maid's defense." 
 
 " How is he dressed? Is he a Nazarite.'^ " 
 
 " He is, Your Majesty, and also wears 
 Their homely garb." 
 
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 The eyes of Herod dropped, 
 For John, the Baptist, was a Nazarite; 
 He saw the specter of his bloody head. 
 
 " I like them not. Is there no other, 
 
 scribe.? " 
 " Only this one, O King." 
 " I like them not — 
 Well, bring him in." 
 
 And soon the scribe returned. 
 Ushering in the strange young Nazarite 
 Whose coat was made of coarsest camel's hair 
 And a rough leather thong girded his loins. 
 Upon the shoulders hung a woolly skin. 
 Upon it fell his uncut beard and hair. 
 He walked erect, the center of all eyes. 
 And coming forward kneeled before the throne. 
 The royal guards leaned forward on their 
 spears. 
 The mob grew silent for a little while, 
 Old Samuel arose with searching gaze, 
 Herod as at an apparition stared. 
 
 " Young Nazarite, first let us hear thy name." 
 " Most Gracious King, my name is Joshua." 
 " Now tell us where thy habitation is." 
 " The king must know, the Nazarites have 
 none. 
 I lately came out of the wilderness. 
 Where I sojourn." 
 
 " Thou didst not come out of the wilderness, 
 This tower is a part of it, young man." 
 
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 " Your Majesty, excuse my confused speech." 
 "Well, what is thy petition, Nazarite? " 
 " Your Majesty, this world is full of wrongs. 
 The rich, the powerful, oppress the weak. 
 My wants are very few. I give my life 
 Without reward, to right this old world's 
 
 wrongs. 
 My one request is that I be allowed 
 To represent this unprotected maid." 
 
 " Princess, come forward to the judgment 
 
 seat." 
 She came and also kneeled before the throne. 
 Her shoulders heaved with feeling scarce re- 
 pressed. 
 Pathetic figure that would move the heart 
 Not altogether stone. 
 
 " Maiden, they charge 
 That in the month of Sivan, when the moon 
 Is full, thou didst with malice and intent 
 Murder one Judah, who your lover was, 
 By giving him in wine a deadly drug. 
 
 Under the law, they claim that life shall 
 
 pay 
 
 For life. Wilt thou accept this Nazarite 
 To answer to their charge .^^ Of him thou 
 
 knowest 
 As much as doth our court. We only know 
 He is a Nazarite and an Essene." 
 
 She gave her hand in a sweet modesty 
 That made it seem she was not overbold. 
 
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 He saw a ring and turned his face away. 
 
 It was a plain wide band of solid gold. 
 
 He turned, addressed the court, 
 
 " If the king please, 
 
 I will alter my terms. Since I have seen 
 
 This ring, strangely I cannot rid myself 
 
 Of the desire to have it as my own. 
 
 Though she should be condemned and have to 
 die. 
 
 This little trifle would not pay the price. 
 
 If saved there is no value in the world 
 
 Would pay the debt." 
 
 Then Herod said to her, 
 " Give him his way, it is a little thing." 
 Mary, arising, said unto the king, 
 " Not for my life would I take off this pledge 
 
 Of love. If he be dead who placed it there, 
 
 King, then will I wear it in the welcome 
 
 grave." 
 Then said the Nazarite with trembling voice, 
 " Not for a whim shall she remove the ring. 
 
 1 value it, because she values it. 
 
 For her possession I possess it more." 
 
 And then the king, half vexed at them, spake 
 
 out, 
 " Let there be no delay ; we must proceed." 
 Mary, with strange emotion overcome 
 At what the Nazarite had said, staggered 
 Into the prisoner's seat. 
 
 Old Samuel 
 
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 Impressively arose, slowly began, 
 
 " O thou most honored King, * Herod, the 
 Just' 
 We will entitle thee ; for well we know 
 The straightness of thy justice doth require 
 Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth, life for 
 A life. In this degenerating world. 
 It is most fortunate that there is one 
 Who is a wall against this reeking tide. 
 
 Our testimony shows, with dread detail, 
 The vicious course of Princess Miriam, 
 Infamously known as Mary Magdalene, 
 That on the thirteenth day of Sivan she 
 A foul malicious murder did commit. 
 
 Judah, her lover, with a love as pure 
 As hers was false, drank of the fatal draught, 
 Given, administered, by her fair hand. 
 Her wicked heart was green with jealousy; 
 If she could have him not, no other should. 
 Thus was the promise of a life destroyed 
 By her who should have loved and cherished it. 
 
 If we had been allowed, we might have 
 proved. 
 How by her fascination she had drawn 
 Unwary youth into her lewd embrace; 
 How poor Zidarian, the wayward son 
 Of an indulgent sire, was stabbed to death 
 In a drunken, jealous brawl for her foul love. 
 
 But to return, we give most ample proof, 
 That Judah, after swallowing the drug. 
 
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 Lived afterward only a lingering death. 
 As a live thing the deadly poison gripped 
 His vitals till it dragged him to the grave. 
 
 These facts are shown to be so heinous, 
 That even mercy is denied her claim. 
 
 Shall we, O King, the gilded serpent spare 
 That lurks by the frequented path to strike 
 Her deadly fangs ? No more should we allow 
 This human viper to escape the blow. 
 
 She may be beautiful, of princely blood; 
 These make her influence more dangerous. 
 The highest angel fell into the deepest hell. 
 Is not the sacrifice of life complete .^^ 
 Her victim, Judah, was a noble man, 
 Beloved and honored by the priests, his friends. 
 
 Mercy, O King, is for the merciful. 
 Where was her thought of mercy when her hand 
 Gave him the poisoned cup ? Did she relent ? 
 And snatch the poison from his very lips? 
 It is too late to ask for mercy now ; 
 Her ears are deaf to such unworthy call. 
 
 Thy throne is on two brazen lions placed, 
 And the great Roman eagle's wings out- 
 stretched 
 Make over thee a golden canopy, 
 Emblems of Roman justice and of power. 
 No weak and flimsy judgment can come forth 
 From such a judge. Our cause is thine, O 
 
 King. 
 Crime shall be punished, and the innocent 
 
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 Are safe." 
 
 Behind her veil the prisoner shrank. 
 Old Samuel's words like arrows pierced her soul, 
 And rankled more because they were too true. 
 Through blurring tears she saw the Nazarite 
 Stand forth. As in a dream she heard his voice, 
 And his embarrassed hesitation knew. 
 
 " Most gracious king, the honored counselor 
 Has been allowed to dwell in scathing terms 
 Upon the former life of the accused. 
 He will admit this does not prove the crime. 
 He moves to tears by the pathetic death 
 Of the esteemed young scribe, her trusting 
 
 friend. 
 This does not prove at all who poisoned him. 
 Two witnesses alone can testify to this. 
 And one of these is dead, they all declare ; 
 The other cannot be compelled to say. 
 Who poisoned him? This is the missing link 
 That leaves them only with the broken ends. 
 Therefore, Your Majesty, we humbly pray 
 That thou wilt grant the maid her liberty." 
 " We will our verdict give. Maiden, stand 
 
 forth. 
 Gaoler, lift up her veil. So beautiful ! 
 By all the holy gods the hand is rough 
 Would crush a tender flower like that. True ! 
 
 True! 
 She is not proven guilty of the crime. 
 Had we been given the strongest evidence 
 
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 Her lovely face would brand it perjury." 
 And here shone out her true nobility. 
 " Your Majesty, silence at such a time 
 Would be a falsehood base ; I dare not lie 
 Even to save my life. I poisoned him — 
 Awful mistake — " 
 
 " Go on and tell the king." 
 " I thought it a love potion. Oh, it was 
 The deadly Taanach." 
 
 " She has confessed. 
 Young Nazarite, we have the missing link. 
 Mistake indeed! Can every criminal 
 Offer a lame excuse? Then are our laws 
 Annulled, all justice will be set aside. 
 I, Samuel, counselor of the High Priest, 
 Demand that she shall pay the penalty 
 Of her detested crimes." 
 
 Herod replied, 
 " Nazarite, what hast thou to say to this? " 
 " Thanking thee for thy courtesy, O King, 
 There can be little said, since she has confessed. 
 Which makes their evidence clear and complete. 
 And with the learned counsel we agree. 
 Motive must have support of evidence. 
 Though gladly I would bear her penalty. 
 It may not be. But this I truly know. 
 That she will hear her sentence with a heart 
 Untouched by malice, or the least ill will. 
 In sweetest charity her lips shall kiss 
 The hands of her rough executioners. 
 
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 Do not the priests before God's altar stand, 
 And pray for mercy on their sins and ours, 
 That He have mercy on the merciful? 
 Therefore, on bended knees Ave humbly pray 
 For mercy on this poor hapless maid. 
 
 She has relinquished freedom for the truth. 
 And she is not a murderer in intent. 
 Oh, look on that sweet angel countenance. 
 Goodness and truth written in every line. 
 Oh, spare her innocence." 
 
 Then Samuel, 
 
 " O King, the callow Nazarite insists 
 That beauty is the badge of innocence. 
 Behold the poison flower, how beautiful. 
 Does not the sunshine kiss its tinted lips.^^ 
 Does not the dew sparkle upon its leaf? 
 Yet in its bosom deadly poison lurks ; 
 The laden bee falls ere it reach the hive. 
 
 Justice to one is mercy to us all. 
 To this we have a right." 
 
 Then Joshua, 
 
 " Behold the lamb in silent innocence 
 Before the sacrificial altar stands. 
 The priest hath pity for its helplessness. 
 His heart is softened by the sight of blood. 
 I will not ask again. She has confessed. 
 And she must die." 
 
 Herod the scepter held. 
 Loathing that he the sentence must pronounce. 
 
 " Your Majesty, send for her accusers. 
 
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 We would some further testimony have. 
 The spear point will o'ercome their bigotry. 
 
 We knew it would. Justice all of you love. 
 We would be certain of the victim's death. 
 This doctor by his office knows of death 
 As to the dying he doth minister, 
 And often has observed the glazing eye, 
 And the unbreathing, pallid lips, and tried 
 To feel the heart that is forever stilled. 
 Then loving friends turn from the lifeless form, 
 Leave it to dissolution and decay. 
 
 Do you, your hands upon the Book of 
 Books, 
 As Great Jehovah is to be your judge. 
 Make solemn oath that he, Judah, the scribe. 
 Whom Miriam, the prisoner, is accused 
 Of murdering, is not alive — is dead.'' " 
 
 " Impudent Nazarite, how many times 
 Have I to say that he is dead ? Listen ! 
 I say I knew the young man perfectly. 
 A little child he in the temple played. 
 And as a young man was my trusted scribe." 
 
 " You have not quite affirmed." 
 
 " Well, then, I swear 
 I saw this young man die; I saw him dead. 
 I saw the face cloth bound about his face 
 So tight even the living could not breathe. 
 I saw him buried in the family tomb. 
 Is that enough .? " 
 
 " Now, if your honor please, 
 
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 Let your scribe make a record of his oath. 
 Again, good priest, will you be merciful? " 
 " Hear the young hermit ! He is desert 
 
 mad." 
 The King though very loath would sentence 
 her. 
 Then cried the Nazarite, 
 
 '* Your Majesty, 
 One moment more. 
 
 False perjurer, 
 Look now on me, the shaggy Nazarite; 
 First let me take this woolly mantle off. 
 And now it is no more a part of me 
 Than is your innocence a part of you. 
 
 Look now, this hair and beard I will re- 
 move. 
 They were a false and hypocritic show, 
 As is your own, anointed with the oil 
 Of sanctity. Why do you stare at me? 
 And last, this leather girdle I undo, 
 Discard the humble coat of camel's hair. 
 Worn as you wear your false humility. 
 And these worn sandals I put off my feet, 
 And am no more a Nazarite. Know me? 
 Yes, ' perfectly.' I thank you for the word — 
 
 And this, ' her victim was a noble man. 
 Beloved and honored by the priests, his friends.' 
 Not often can we have the privilege 
 To hear encomiums after we are dead. 
 You see me, hear me speak ; but I am dead." 
 
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 Here Mary IMagdalene could be restrained 
 No longer, but upon her fettered feet 
 Leaped to the side of Judah, threw her arms, 
 Though bound, against his breast, and sobbed 
 
 and laughed 
 In her hysteric joy. He put his arms 
 About her, quite forgot the king and court. 
 
 The king leaned heavily against the rail, 
 And half in terror, half in pleasure stared. 
 
 " The prisoner must now resume her seat. 
 The court hath not decision made. Proceed." 
 
 " I, King, I quite forgot that I was dead. 
 For this my flesh is warm and delicate. 
 My clothing smells not of the musty grave. 
 Neither am I an apparition. See 
 How I do walk about with heavy steps. 
 Not as the moaning of a cavemed wind 
 My speech ; my lips plainly articulate." 
 
 '' The man is false, or Hades broken loose. 
 Young man, explain." 
 
 " That falls upon this man." 
 
 " Then I command you to undo this knot. 
 How is he still alive if he was dead.'^ " 
 
 " King, that impostor did not raise him up." 
 
 "Who did.?" 
 
 " We do not know." 
 
 " How do 3^ou know. 
 Then, who did not?" 
 
 " That son of Satan did not raise him up." 
 
 " Whom do you mean ? " 
 
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 " Jesus of Nazareth." 
 
 Then Judah, pointing to the man, exclaimed, 
 " Your Majesty, he cannot answer thee. 
 Now bear with me just a little while. 
 
 There is no evidence that can convince 
 Unreasoning bigotry. Seeing, it sees not ; 
 Hearing, hears not; neither will understand. 
 And the denial even went before 
 The assertion. His motive is revealed 
 In all its ghastly hideousness. He would 
 Destroy the followers of Jesus Christ. 
 For this, he does not hesitate to use 
 The foulest means. Even the Christ met death 
 Upon the cruel cross. And Mary Magdalene, 
 As he in his derision speaks of her. 
 Saw Jesus risen from the sepulcher. 
 And this is her offense against this man. 
 Shall we regard it as a crime in him 
 To give this dying world a new found hope, 
 To cast a ray into the gloom of death? 
 And shall we shut our eyes against the truth 
 And murder all who seek the blessed light? 
 
 Should we not rather wreathe that brow di- 
 vine 
 With immortelles, and sing in hymns of praise 
 The glories of that conqueror who broke 
 The bars and left the iron gates ajar? 
 Shall we all sink into a hopeless grave 
 For his professional jealousy alone? 
 
 Jesus proclaimed the loving heart to be 
 
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 The living temple for a living God. 
 
 Who calls man's justice to be more than 
 God's, 
 And punish sins truly repented of? 
 
 Beside the great white throne Mercy doth 
 stand 
 With Justice; her green olive branch is laid 
 Upon the golden balances of God. 
 
 And now with thine indulgence I will speak 
 A little of myself. Thou knowest me well 
 As Judah Lazarus of Bethany. 
 In my profession I am known to thee, 
 And whether I am worthy of belief. 
 
 After the parting with the dearly loved. 
 The dire effects of poisoning soon appeared 
 That steadily without control grew worse 
 Till death released me from the suffering. 
 
 The doctor is right in that he saw me die 
 And saw the stone seal up my sepulcher. 
 My friends have told me that I slept four days. 
 I heard a voice say, ' Lazarus, come forth.' 
 Rising, I took the napkin from my face. 
 And walked into the light. Jesus stood there, 
 Martha and Mary also, and the priest — " 
 Herod broke in with eager interest, 
 " Hold here, and give us thine experience." 
 " There was a peace as of the deep blue heav- 
 ens." 
 " What form hadst thou.? " 
 
 "All spirit forms 
 
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 Are shapen by the will. Of their desires 
 They fashion gilded palaces more grand 
 Than imagination builds of summer cloud, 
 And richer is their glorious attire." 
 
 " And how do they converse? In human 
 speech ? " 
 
 " By intuition knowledge is acquired." 
 
 " Is there trouble and sorrow in that state? " 
 
 " None that pertains to this rough world, 
 Unless it be the memory of it. 
 Matter, of course, can have no influence." 
 
 " How do they pass the time ? " 
 
 " There is no time ; 
 All is eternity. We live in God 
 And have the freedom of His universe." 
 
 " I wish we knew." 
 
 " O King, there is an evidence to all. 
 And each. There is a witness in ourselves. 
 Spirit assurance, to our spirits given. 
 Some future time I will declare to thee 
 All that was learned. I must proceed. 
 
 The Pharisees as witnesses were there. 
 To see the wisdom and the power of God. 
 
 Knowing full well my presence would re- 
 mind 
 The people of the work was wrought on me. 
 His enemies the life of Jesus sought. 
 So to escape their murderous designs, 
 I was in hiding in the wilderness. 
 
 One night I sat in the refreshing cool 
 
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 Before my cave. The light of the full moon 
 
 Softened the lines on rugged crag and peak. 
 
 In the deep silence came the thought of God 
 
 And of the world — why He created it, 
 
 And bore with it, seeing it was so full 
 
 Of sorrow and of sin. Then, strange to say, 
 
 As if it were a vision of my thoughts, 
 
 I saw a beast bearing a female form 
 
 Come round the turning of the narrow path. 
 
 What seemed to be a man beside her walked. 
 
 As they passed near my sudden hiding 
 place, 
 I overheard him speaking earnestly, 
 
 ' Oh, now, unhappy maiden, lift thy veil, 
 And see on yonder hill that frowning tower. 
 Think of the deep dark dungeon cells. 
 There, left alone with thy despairing thoughts. 
 The unmarked moments, months, and years will 
 
 pass, 
 A loathsome death will end thy misery. 
 
 Recant, and I will turn and take thee 
 home. 
 Thy father waits, and will not be consoled. 
 Sorrow, anxiety, and loss of sleep. 
 Produced the apparition in thy mind.' 
 
 'She answered not at all that I could hear. 
 
 ' Impudent Magdalene, is this to be 
 Thy gratitude ? ' At the word Magdalene, 
 I thou^h^- of Magdala. 
 
 In my disguise 
 
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 I came to save. All that has occurred 
 Is known to thee. He thrust her in a cell 
 Without a trial, thinking to throw on thee 
 The obloquy of his inhuman deeds. 
 If ever her imprisonment was known, 
 Thou and thy castle would be blamed for it. 
 Yet 'Justice, justice ' ever is his cry; 
 And if they had it, he would be in hell. 
 
 Why did he leave his safe and pleasant 
 home, 
 Journey the hot and dangerous wilderness .^^ 
 Was it to ask justice on this maid? 
 Or is it not plainly revealed to be 
 Demoniacal hatred of the Christ.'^ 
 A vain attempt to cleanse the stain of blood 
 With other blood? 
 
 Your Gracious Majesty, 
 Pardon, and I will speak more quietly. 
 My heart was bitter when I saw the wrongs 
 The innocent had suffered at his hands. 
 This, her accuser, is the guilty one. 
 We wait the king's decree. We are content." 
 
 The king held forth the scepter toward the 
 scribe. 
 Thus bidding him to proclamation make. 
 
 " Hear ye ! The king will his decision give 
 In this, the case of Princess Miriam." 
 
 " I, Herod Antipas of Galilee 
 And of Perea king, make this decree: 
 
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 I find the evidence against the accused 
 Is false, in that the person said to be 
 Her victim hath appeared in court alive 
 And in good health and recognized of all. 
 I therefore make this my decree, and seal 
 It with the seal of Roman sovereignty. 
 That Princess Miriam of Magdala, 
 Is innocent of murder in that none 
 Hath been committed, and is therefore given 
 Her liberty. 
 
 Caius, detain the man. 
 Stop him ! He must intend that I shall hear 
 His bitter mutterings. Attention, priest! 
 
 Since you have shown yourself so merciful, 
 And had regard unto the piteous plea 
 Of the weak and as it seems the innocent. 
 And since your heart was softened by her tears, 
 We ask that you would show her courtesy. 
 Confess that you were wrong, and ask of her 
 Forgiveness for the sorrow that you wrought, 
 And promise that you will make good her loss. 
 The costs of trial, and a liberal fee 
 To this young advocate, and you may go. 
 I will not charge you with the grievous wrong 
 Intended for my throne. What say you, 
 priest? " 
 " I am not careful how I answer thee. 
 To Caesar we appeal." 
 
 " Appeal to him ! 
 
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 Then must you call him from your dungeon cell 
 Where you shall go. You tried the same ap- 
 peal 
 On Pilate. He was weak. You are not now 
 In your Jerusalem. Her advocate 
 Was right, you are the real criminal. 
 Yes, call to Caesar with your tongue cut out. 
 Now, gaoler, this my sentence execute." 
 
 At this there was a scene that made the hall 
 Of Tyrant Herod seem a court of heaven. 
 When Mary Magdalene threw herself down 
 Upon her knees, with supplicating hands 
 Before the throne. 
 
 In the deep silence rose 
 The earnest pleading of a trembling voice. 
 
 " O King, thy kindness unto us is great. 
 In that thou gavest back my life. And now 
 I offer it in sacrifice for this 
 Mine enemy. And it is doubly dear 
 In our united love. It hath withstood 
 The hardest trials ; but the Christ hath shown 
 That we shall be united in a life 
 Free from the toils and trials of this world. 
 Oh, pardon him ! Accept the sacrifice ! " 
 
 " No ! No ! Vicarious sacrifice is wrong. 
 Why should the innocent assume the guilt? 
 Justice requires that they who sin shall bear 
 In full the penalty of their misdeeds. 
 Beautiful angel, this human wolf turned loose 
 
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 Would rend and tear thee. Kindness touches 
 
 not 
 His stony heart. Justice requires his death." 
 
 " Love is a higher law than justice, King. 
 Have mercy ! Oh, have mercy ! This we plead, 
 As we would pray to God. Oh, pardon him, 
 As we forgive." 
 
 " To love thine enemies 
 Only thine own destruction doth invite — " 
 
 The king arose and leaned across the bar; 
 The guards bore heavily upon their spears; 
 Even the scowling priests in silence gazed ; 
 Judah as if she were an angel stood ; 
 
 A BEATIFIC VISION ON HER FACE, 
 
 Foil ALL ABOUT HER WAS A HALLOWED LIGHT. 
 
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