 | The poems and prose writings of Sumner Lincoln Fairfield |  |
Not louder in its burning temple roared
The dread volcano when the firestorm came,
And earth's abysses quivered in their wrath,
Than now the voices of the phrenzied host.
“Tear the blasphemer! let the wild beasts forth
To rend his limbs and gnash his living heart!
Impale the accursed! chain him within the fire!
Saw him asunder! cast his viper tongue
Into the serpents' den to poison them!”
Thus thousands shrieked—yet now the shoutings changed.
“Hark! Jove the Avenger answers! lo! the heavens
With shuddering clouds are filled, and lightnings leap
Through their gored bosoms, and the thunder shaft
Bickers along the air! great Jove beholds
And hears—now wither, thou blaspheming slave!”
The dread volcano when the firestorm came,
And earth's abysses quivered in their wrath,
Than now the voices of the phrenzied host.
“Tear the blasphemer! let the wild beasts forth
To rend his limbs and gnash his living heart!
Impale the accursed! chain him within the fire!
Saw him asunder! cast his viper tongue
Into the serpents' den to poison them!”
Thus thousands shrieked—yet now the shoutings changed.
“Hark! Jove the Avenger answers! lo! the heavens
With shuddering clouds are filled, and lightnings leap
Through their gored bosoms, and the thunder shaft
Bickers along the air! great Jove beholds
And hears—now wither, thou blaspheming slave!”
| The poems and prose writings of Sumner Lincoln Fairfield | |