The Descent into Hell Second Edition, Revised and Re-arranged, with an Analysis and Notes: To which are added, Uriel, a Fragment and Three Odes. By John A. Heraud |
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III. PART THE THIRD.
EARTH.
“And it shall come to pass in that day, that the Prophets shall be ashamed every one of his vision, when he hath prophesied: neither shall they wear a rough garment to deceive:
But he shall say, I am no prophet, I am an husbandman: for man taught me to keep cattle from my youth.
And one shall say unto him, What are these wounds in thine hands? then he shall answer, Those with which I was wounded in the House of my Friends.
Awake, O Sword, against my Shepherd, and against the man that is my fellow, saith the Lord of Hosts: smite the Shepherd and the Sheep shall be scattered: and I will turn mine hand upon the little ones.”
Zechariah xiii. 4—7.VII. CALVARY.
Their hymn. Lo, gradually, to pass not soon,
Of Calvary the Vision now is blended.—
Brake west of the equator. Tardily
It brake; and like the blank and quenched Moon,
Rose fearful-pale. Son of the golden Morn,
Thee once a mortal voice controled on high—
—Or did some planetary orb, elanced
By the great shock wherewith the worlds were torn
Them all in one astonishment intense,
From its due sphere, a wreck, down rush—advanced
And blot thee from between the Heaven and Earth?
Or wept thy Seraph so for Man's offence,
The copious flood did quell thy glowing light?
The Heavens are girt as with a swaddling girth,
And, out upon thy melancholy weed!
Sackcloth of hair, more black than blackest night.
That sombre swathe moves from thy radiant brow:
Heaven dares again to look upon that deed:
The Stars assert their courses and their orders;
And reinvested with thy beams art thou.
More holy than God's sanctuary mount,
Of whose high praise be Angels the recorders;
There Jesus is adored, but here He died!
O Calvary! that Rood is as a fount
Yet healing as Bethesda. Calvary!
The Earthquake that did rock thee doth subside;
Dim and less dim in the returning light,
Appear, and on thy summit paint the sky.
Of grief subdued, yet not despairing. Her
His words supported in her piteous plight,
The settling sorrow at her heart, and keep
Her spirit buoyant; while the Comforter
Of her bereaved soul. In after-time,
Shall erring man, in superstition's sleep,
Above the circle of the eternal sky,
Mother of God, and Empress of heaven's clime,
The Moon beneath her feet, and on her head
A starry crown:—oh, fond Idolatry!
Because of him, the Crucified, her Son,
The Son of God, the First-fruit of the Dead,
Now on that sacrificial Altar there,
He dies! And she, sustained on faithful John,
Mary her Sister, and the Magdalene,
In anguish, on the hill recumbent here,
And rolls her pale eyes toward pale heaven, as they,
In their fine phrensy rapt above, have seen
And watched it in an attitude sublime
Of concentrate impatience at delay,
That should seem good to God, resigned and still,
To punish signally that signal crime.
Hover in silence; so the ghostly gloom
And earthquake them had quailed, they had no will,
Had else too much depressed the present mind.
The very Steeds whereon they rest assume
Moves not their flowing manes; neither toss they
Their arched necks, nor, in their haughty kind,
Nor paw nor overturn the troubled earth;
Subdued by sacred horrour or dismay.
Had lifted his adoring brow, which there
He bent, when Jesus, in the depth and dearth
Of his great Father in the heaven above
Pealed out his mighty voice, beyond the sphere,
His spirit did commend. Thereat the breast
The people smite, and one by one slow move,
With fear and grief, mystery and miracle.
But that Centurion felt his soul possest,
Stiffening his sinews, boiling in his blood,
And spake inspired as from an oracle—
—From that amazement scarce recovered, lo,
A Man,—in vesture white as snow untrod,
Inquired of whom he spake, and why such style
Divine attributed to mortal?—“Know,
From a far land where Joy and Peace abide,
And Love and Beauty and Perfection smile,
O'erpast, entered at length your fertile clime.
—Proceeding through your City deified,
Till, wearied with its grandeur, and the way,
I stretched me in the porch, and slept a time;
And shaking of the ground. When lo, thick night,
At noon day, had o'erspread the earth, and lay
Seize all; and, terribly, noise as of floods
Appals them; and the imaginative might
Sad visions of majestick mien pass by,
With heavy countenance, and chill men's bloods;
Shut up in prison without iron bars,
Bound in one chain of gloom and jeopardy.
Might hear, assails the darkness dumb; and forth
The priesthood rush in horrour from their prayers,
Cry out aloud in phrenzy—It is rent,
The Veil that veiled the Holiest! Hear, O Earth!
Through all the multitude. I felt my way
In gloom, and found, as cleared the element,
Toward this defended hill. Now tell me, ye,
The meaning of these things, if that ye may,
And at this time? And who is He ye call
The Son of God? and what his History?”
That thou wouldst know thou'lt better learn of her
Who worships by yon centre Cross. A thrall
A question I in truth am little skilled
To satisfy, who in conjecture err.”
Her beating heart, pleased with his lofty port,
Her frame with venerative awe that thrilled.
With amiable readiness, thus she
Meekly addressed the stranger, in such sort
—“Behold him there—of whom ye speak—my Son,
But of no earthly Sire. Look, Sir, where he,
E'er knew, whose mouth had never uttered guile,
Whose thoughts were only fixed on God alone,
Illumed that stranger's visage, broad and bright;
It broadened and it brightened all the while
Dilate, and of his robe the bosom folding
Heaved with strange ecstasy, and a wild light
That transport in, he courteously desired,
(His attitude to humbler manner moulding,)
She answered, “a task difficult to me
Whom grief scarce suffers speech, whereof inspired
Capable only. But it doth behove,
That, at all times and in all places, we
Even to the death, he bare for us—for all—
For whom he left the adoring heavens above,
And die a victim, an accursed death.
'Twere sweet, methinks, that I should now recall
Whereon his blessed body doth depend.
Stranger, believe my Witness. Let my breath
And, wheresoever thou mayst travel hence,
Report my words, to save and to defend
The bread of life I give among all lands.”
—She paused to gather heart; then did commence
Clasped on her bosom, and her aspect bent;
In meekness and in modesty she stands:
VIII. THE VIRGIN'S NARRATIVE.
Whom God appointed to be Israel's King,
Psalmist and prophet, of whose seed divine
The blessed Branch of Jesse's hallowed Stem—
Who should redemption to all nations bring—
That of my womb the Saviour of mankind,
Of bard and seer the Promise and the Theme,
Espoused a righteous, just and aged man
By pure affection piously inclined—
Direct from David's royal house. As yet
Our festal rite of marriage unbegan;
Even in Jehovah's presence, sent by God,
Me Gabriel with salutation met.
To me, and cried, “Hail, highly-favoured, hail!
The Lord upon thee hath his grace bestowed,—
Fear not, O Mary. Favour hast thou won
With the Most High; nor shall his promise fail.
Jesus his name, and mighty shall he be,
The sole-begotten of the Highest One.
It came—Messiah! of thy blessed birth
The timeous marvel and old mystery—
And all that it inherits, Maker great;
An Infant at a mortal breast, with dearth
—In swaddling clothes I swathed the heavenly Child;
A Stable was his chamber incomplete,
The Shepherds in the field kept watch by night,
Their flocks beneath the moon slept reconciled,
And shining in the silver sheen. Anon,
The Angel of the Lord, in stronger light,
And, as they trembled, thus their timid fear
Admonished, while abroad his glory shone:
Great joy that shall to every people be,
For on this day, the whitest in the year,
A Saviour who is Christ the Lord.” Then nigh
The heavenly host 'gan singing suddenly
Peace upon Earth, and Goodwill toward Men.”
—So vanished that celestial company.
They found the Babe rejoiced and praised the Lord,
And spread abroad the fame thereof. And then,
Homage and tribute to the Child divine,
For they had studied in the written Word,
Miraculous that travelled in mid-air,
And still continued on their path to shine,
The incarnate God was lodged, the holy Child.
Him worshipped they, and gifts presented there—
Yet lofty were my inmost thoughts of him
Who slept, divine with human reconciled,
Above him unseen ministry did keep,
And he was guarded by the Cherubim;
Shed overshadowing circling energy—
For very joy it was my wont to weep!
Of Simeon, aged priest. Devout, sincere,
For Israel's consolation waited he.
See death, 'till he had seen the very Christ.
Led by the Spirit to the Temple, where
And were the Child presenting to the Lord,
He took the holy Babe, so dearly prized;
Praise unto God, and blessings upon us;
Yet said, that through my soul should pierce a sword.
But in my Son rejoiced I—yet rejoice—
Fragrant his life, his death was odorous,
And, like a pleasant spice, though crushed and bruised,
Stern Sorrow, that not seldom but destroys,
—The grace of Heaven was on the Child, like dew;
In stature, and in wisdom self-educed,
With God and Man in favour and esteem.
—And when twelve springs have graced his youth anew,
And solemnize the Passover's great days
Of Festival, and there accomplish them;
Him did his own high purposes detain!
Thrice, eve and morn, we sought in all the ways,
Then in the Temple found him, sitting there
Amidst the Doctors, in debate of pain
He searched their hearts with questions far above
His years, and charmed them with his answers clear,
Thus wore his wonderous youth. His words and deeds
I treasured in my heart with more than love.
Aloud the Herald of Messiah cried,
“Repent. Prepare the way.” All Judah heeds,
To be baptized, their sins acknowledging.
With water he baptized by Jordan's side;
Of One far mightier, after him arriving,
Who with the Spirit and with fire should bring
—Behold, the Mightier came;—From human hand
Requires the lymphid rite the Ever-Living.
The clouds are rolled apart, and from on high,
In vision like a dove serene and bland,
And lighteth on the Christ;—the while a Voice
Doth call from midst the region of the sky,
—And now, the Tempter, who in Paradise
Beguiled the Woman to a fatal choice,
To crush the Seed foredoomed his head to bruise;
Defeated soon in all his subtleties.—
And what reject, upon his ministry,
Preaching Repentance, and the glorious news
Of Faith, Light, Life and Love, and Hope and Truth,
Enduring Joy and Immortality.
The wounded soul, and cure the sick of heart;
And heal the bite of sorrow's rabid tooth.
Ears to the deaf and Eyes unto the blind.
Pale Malady obeyed his potent art,
Its sway, and Palsy and the Aches and Pains,
The heritage of flesh. From the unclean Mind
And fled the captive. Elements! All ye
Confess your Maker, you his might constrains—
With all thy multitude of waves; thee, Wind,
With all thy brotherhood of tempests;—He
His tumult, and the storm his roaring stilled,
And all was tranquil as a pious mind.
He walked the foaming billows with calm tread;
He to the Father gave the dying Child,
Restored her only Son. The insatiate Grave
Her victim did surrender at his dread
—My soul is joyous,..a mysterious joy
Broods on my sorrowing soul, as on the wave
Who vanquished Death? Corruption shall He see
Who from the Sepulchre, whose gorge to cloy
And ravished its due prey? His Triumph blends
With mine, and rushes on my memory,
—Shout, Daughter of Jerusalem..behold
Thy King. Salvation on his way attends,
He cometh to thee riding on an Ass,
Whose natural back man never yet controled,
In meekness, O ye people; ye who throng
About him, little do ye deem, alas,
In an innumerable multitude,
As in procession, ye attend with song,
Your garments in his way, and branches green,
As in a princely Conqueror's ye would.
He on whose ears the mysteries of sound,
The lame who now can walk, he who hath seen
Rejoice aloud—a choral Company.
And had they not, the stones, from out the ground,
Had borne; such was the inspiration then,
The rapture and possession. And lo, He
Cowered as before a god, and from the Fane,
The Temple of his Father, made a den
The barterers in gold, and overthrew
The seats of them who made a mart for gain
Of his celestial tears,—Jerusalem!
Jerusalem! whose sanguinary hue
Sent to thee from thy loving God, to save
Or to restore thy sacred diadem,—
Thy desolation he bewept. Yea, thine,
Whose children, under his broad wing's wide wave,
Affection, as a hen her tender brood;
But thou wouldst not! O thou incarnadine!
Wo to thy children! But thrice wo to ye,
Ye Husbandmen—for with an iron rod,
Who of his vineyard have the fruit denied
Unto the Planter, and thus utterly
His Son beloved, and slain the proper Heir,
That the inheritance ye might divide!
Who shut the gates of heaven against mankind,
And yet yourselves will never enter there—
The houses of the widows ye devour,
And make long prayers, devotion ill-designed.
Omit ye;—Judgement—Mercy—Faith: and dole
The petty tithe of your external dower:
As righteous men ye do without appear,
Within iniquity usurps the soul:
Beautiful outward, hiding dead men's bones,
Uncleanness and corruption, every where.
Of Sires who slew the prophets and the seers,
And deem disclaimer of the deed atones
Of the unhallowed, fill their measure up!
Ye garnishers of Martyrs' Sepulchres!
And Vengeance is on you for all the blood
By Earth absorbed, and He in heaven shall stoop,
On you, and on your land, and generation!
—I speak his words who suffereth on the Rood.
They have filled the measure of their Fathers' guilt!
They bought his blood..'twas shed for man's salvation!
They crowned him with the diadem of thorn,
Who is the Monarch of the World he built.
They smote him, they blindfolded him; and straight
They burthened him, forsaken and forlorn.
Raised like the Serpent in the desart wide,
His human limbs divine by their own weight
IX. THE DESCENT FROM THE CROSS.
The Narrative of Mary, there, as stilled
By some informing god, the stranger stood.
But he was not; none saw which way he went,
Evanished utterly: then all were thrilled.
And silence; but not long endured that pause,
Else ancient song had lacked accomplishment.
To preparation for the holier morrow.
High Day of Sabbath, thy thrice-sacred laws
If crucifixion had with death profaned
The dawn, that wont from life its life to borrow.
When him they found already dead: yet one
Pierced with a spear his side, as preordained,
As it is written.—Now in her shadowy stole,
The solemn Eve scarfed the declining Sun;
And from the Cross died his departing ray,
Whereon his Maker yielded up his soul.
No tardy visit his. His heart was here,
His ardent heart, that panted for the day
A good man and a just, but rich and high,
Arimathean Joseph, a sincere
From terrour of the Jews. With leave procured
From Pilate, he approaches to apply
And for the wicked with the wicked died,
And with the rich his sepulchre assured.
Meekly attendant; he who came by night
Of Jesus to enquire, and was supplied
Of spirit of diviner excellence
Eke only apprehensible aright.
Life and existence, and be born anew;
Born both of water and of spirit, whence
And where it lists the wind shall blow, whose sound
Thou hearest, but knowst not—none ever knew—
And no man hath ascended into heaven,
But he who thence came down, and bore the wound,
The Son of Man in heaven who dwells for aye!
—These, in the awe of that most sacred Even,
Came carrying each his tribute to the Dead,
Linen and spice, devout and lovingly.
The sacred temple of his body they
Remove, from which the God had vanished.
With trembling veneration, from that height
They bore it down, all lifeless as it lay.
Her heart was broken as with a fresh blow,
The floods o'erflowed, and overwhelmed her quite.
As men in shipwreck unto heaven uplook,
And spread abroad her hands, and watched him so;
Knelt and received the Saviour's wounded feet,
And veiled them with the vest;—the while John took
Affection, bore the burthen of his corse
As it descended in its winding-sheet.
In sorrow like her's if there may be excess,
And more than madness might beget remorse.
What mother ever had a son like thine?
Than common mothers, oh, canst thou mourn less?
Wrapt in the linen mingled with the balm,
And gazed their last upon the most divine.
That cold chaste countenance, that seems to smile
Even yet! that frame that flourished like the palm,
Of exquisite proportion, symmetry,
And grace, how lovely! Those bland lips, whence guile
As eloquence still lingered mutely there;
And still that forehead is of dignity!
Lies on his field of fame the Victor-Chief—
And here shall also be his sepulchre.
Thy glorious life, thou Warrior of our Faith,
Hero of Peace, and Champion of Belief!
Where, in a rock, was newly hewn a tomb,
Whose concave never man had slept beneath.
Shall rest the long Desire of every land,
The Hope of nations, and the Lord of doom.
(Their pupil arms the Rabbi's faithful bier,)
Thither they bore him, and with gentle hand,
In most magnificent simplicity—
—All silent—save the toning of a tear,
X. ŒLINA.
Of Man; hallowed and halcyon be the haunt
Of thy repose serene, heroick One!
Oh Peace! thy pleasant song—a plaintive lay,
Of tone so fine it silence may not daunt.
In Wisdom's pensive paths he took delight,
And his Benevolence was like the day.
Of highest hope, and at the iniquity
Of Fortune, murmurest to the silent night?
More skilful to instruct or to acquire?
More beautiful and brave? more fair and free?
Ampler in fancy, reason more complete,
To touch the human chords of the heart's lyre?
Was he who lieth here within the rock,
A perfect man;—and art thou perfect yet?
The modesty of death. He, without stain,
Was hated, hunted; made a mark and mock;
Born to privation, and in suffering bred,
In ignominy lived, and died in pain.
Nests have the birds of air, and foxes holes,
He had not where to lay his weary head.
In him they saw no beauty to desire,
No grace that wins, no virtue that controls.
Proved meritorious, greatest, bravest, best;
A man of sorrows, manifold and dire.
From prison and from judgement, like a lamb
Led to the slaughter guiltless, yet distrest.
Thy merit spurned? thy passion or thy pain?
That thou shouldst wring thy hands, lament, exclaim.
Dumb as a sheep before her shearers he!
Why murmurest thou? be patient, thou profane!
Wiser and better? Older far are some
In mind than most in years:—Go, wed to thee
And give the green leaf on the tree to God,
The yellow and the withered to the tomb.
Of life he was surprised, and rapt away:
Few were the days the Son of Man abode.
His life is measured by his glory now,
And that shall never perish nor decay.
Canst only raise to manlier energy,
And make humanity a grander show.
Change and corruption; thou art of the flesh
Fleshly, and born of an humanity
Nor from its fatal lapse recovered yet,
Hath to its proper stature grown afresh.
As an ensample unto human kind,
Of the Idea, thus impersonate,
In archetypal vision, lordly Man
Was preconceived by his all-plastick mind.
His being; and glad Wisdom from on high,
Down-wafted with celestial airs, swift ran,
Of Beauty, her twin-sister, cast the zone,
Full of attractions, love and harmony;
A palace of the Soul, a glorious shrine;
But for the Sons of Nature built alone,
Charmed by the symbol and the semblance, here,
Of that consummate Beauty, who is thine;
Who in high Heaven delights thee, Mind Supreme?
They bask in her bright presence every-where.
Of living waters, and within the bower
Of love in Paradise, Man saw the gleam
The azure Heaven, and Woman's heavenly eye,
And fused the day into a happy hour.
Sad was thy parting, slow and wandering,
Alien and out-cast Man, new-doomed to die!
Saddest on earth! pomp for dead monarch hoary,
Sad pomp funereal for a father-king.
Messiah's going-forth in nakedness,
From the bright palace of paternal glory.
Angelick burning in their sighs, and spirits
Of fire dissolved in liquid tears; by stress
Their mould seraphick melted into dew;
At the Atonement meant for Man's demerits.
Emptied of deity, become a child;
But, from the humiliation of that view,
Transcending what they then beheld, and bent
On the far end which all things reconciled.
They clothed their joy with song and harmony,
Good-will to Man, by great Messiah sent.
Hover in grave delight and melancholy,
Oh Son of Man! in pious sympathy—
We linger here; but Faith, serene and pure,
Looks unto Thee, Eternal and most Holy!
Thou wilt not suffer, nor his Soul in Hell
To perish, but wilt lead him thence,..secure.
Oh, Son of Man! and hallowed be thy slumbers,
And calm..for wisely thou hast done, and well!
The Hierarchs of Heaven, far in the sky,
And they whom, though on Earth, no Earth incumbers,
Of Hell and Chaos; with according chime,
Each in his scale of solemn harmony;
“The invention of Epitaphs proceeded from the presage or forefeeling of Immortality, implanted in all men naturally, and is referred to the scholars of Linus, the Theban poet, who flourished about the year of the world two thousand seven hundred; who first bewailed this Linus, their master, when he was slain, in doleful verses, then called of him Œlina, afterwards Epitaphia, for that they were first sung at burials, afterwards engraved upon the sepulchres.” Weever's Discourse of Funeral Monuments.
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