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The Judgement of the Flood

by John A. Heraud. A New Edition. Revised and Re-Arranged

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I. The City of Enos

Eastward of Eden, lies the Land of Naid;
Where Cain of old the City of Enos built.
Patriarch of Enos, now, was Tubalcain;
Of each expert Artificer in brass,
And iron, whence of keener edge were wrought
Weapons of war, and implements of toil,
Instructor; royal then, and since divine.
And of his state partook his Sister fair,
Naämah, vain, whence told, in after time,
Of Vulcan and of Venus fables lewd:
Zillah their mother, one of Lamech's wives;
—The other Adah, who bare Jubal, sire
Of such as dwelt in tents, and cattle owned,
And Jubal, sire of those who handled harp,
And organ;—Lamech of the line of Cain,
Son of Methusael; who was the son
Of Mehujaël; son of Irad; son
Of Enos, he whose name the City bore.
For when his brother's blood had cried to heaven,
Cain's gracious Judge to him a token gave—
For why should murther murther propagate,
Private, or social? Vengeance is the Lord's;
He will repay. Then, on a swift wild steed,
The first equestrian, Cain with fear escaped
From human tents, and Abel's injured race;
His mother's anguish, and his father's wrath;
And reigned in Naid, sole tyrant, till his death,
Within the capitol that he had built,
And named of his son, Enos; . . who, anon,

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Over a race of strong, and mighty men,
Succeeded to his rule. Rooted in earth,
Their labour rigid grew, as grows the oak,
And spread its boughs abroad; . . beneath whose shade
Erelong they dwelt, inventive of new arts,
Laborious arts, though giving grace to life,
And to false woman's beauty treble power
Of fascination, like the subtle snake's;
That charmed the sons of God to union strange.
—Whence men of strength, and science; joining thus
The force of contemplation, with the might
Of quick observance, and experiment:
Empiricism, though gross, yet powerful
Nature to sway, society to form;
But evil in the end, and ruinous,
If true religion guide not, and o'errule.
In regal hall of audience, high enthroned,
Graced with his sister's beauty, and begirt
With warriour, and with noble; whom among
Jabal, and Jubal eminent appeared;
Sate Tubalcain, amidst his counsellours:
And, in the level area of the court,
A Shepherd knelt, in suppliant attitude.
An oaken crook within his hand he bore,
And with a fleecy skin his loins were bound,
Signs of his simple trade; ambassadour
From Abel's children to the sons of Cain.
‘In Adam's, and in God our Father's name,
O king, excuse a shepherd's guileless speech,
If its rude dialect the polished ear
Displease; imploring for a peaceful race,
Whose corn, and oil have failed, that thou their need
Of thine abundance wilt supply, lest them
Famine abolish from the face of earth.’
Thus he. Whereto the crafty Statist crowned:

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‘The country where ye sojourn, is it not
Fertile of soil, of so salubrious air,
Nature her part hath done, if man not his?’
‘God,’ said the Shepherd, ‘hath upon the spot
Bestowed his choicest blessings. With small skill
The seed is sown, with little labour reaped:
Whence leisure much have we the flocks to feed
Beside our sacred rivers; while we muse
The stately song, or, under the broad tree,
Or rocky shelter, stories old recount.’
‘Work,’ said the Tetrarch; ‘and ye need not starve:
Or, if your simple hands may not produce
Sufficient store, learn of our skill to make;
Of brass, and iron; harrow, plough, and spade,
Sickle, and scythe: and rear ye food tenfold.
Work; or, if idle, want: strive in your work,
Compete with one another, and surpass.
Know, fond of peace, 'tis Strife divides the earth,
And shall partake its bounties. Now, in war,
Industrious man contends to win the soil;
Now, at the plough, he plants it; then, ordains
Domestic order, and his household keeps;
Running for wealth, and wrestling for command.
One emulation prompts the strong-armed Smith,
The tented Herdsman, and the Harper wise.’
Abashed the Shepherd stood, and groaned in soul.
Then Jabal of his silence vantage seized,
And spake.
‘I know ye will object the name
Of Justice, which forbids extorted wealth:
But can the way ye tread be Virtue's path?
So easy, not the track of vice might be
Or smoother, or her mansion less remote.
Virtue in elevated region dwells,
A steep, and rugged road, moist with the dew
That Labour from his wrinkled forehead sheds,

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Scaling the rough ascent. Still hungry want
Must vex the sluggard; him who labour loves
The seasons bless, and in his garner heap
The floor with plenty. To his coffers comes
Gold; and his fields with flocks, and herds abound.
—Attend the times, when ye shall sow, and reap;
Make sharp the sickle; till the glebe with care;
And throw aside your cloak, when at the plough;
Nor let the third sun on your labours rise.
Do thus, and prosper; so the weighty ear
Shall, with majestic bend, nod o'er the plain
On its strong stalk: and, till the spring return,
With its white blossoms; and while heard afar,
A dismal hollow blare, the Bittern fierce
Booms, from the sedgy river's utmost depth;
Ye shall not need to borrow, or to beg.’
He ceased; and, ere the Shepherd could resume,
Jubal took up the taunt.
‘He spake of songs,
And lays ancestral; chaunted on the banks
Of streams, and under shade of tree, and rock;
Songs idle, unelaborate, and mean;
Needing no leisure, yet absorbing it.
Time utterly mis-spent: for diligence
Maketh art perfect; toil completeth skill.
What, though to ditties murmured to your flocks,
Ye have postponed your harvest; yet have ye
Organ, or harp invented; or in song,
Or dance become initiate; such as we,
To ravish sense, have found? Behold, and hear!’
Then at the organ Jubal took his seat,
While one the harp assumed: and, as their hands
Waked from the chords, else dumb, sciential sound;
Their voices to the mind expressed the sense
Of intricatest harmony; on air,

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From the vibrating string, or sounding tube,
In undulations borne: and what stood by
Moved to the music—chief, the human heart,
Taught by the trembling nerves of pleasure near.
—Like harmony, with that which aye subsists
Nature, and Man between; that unison
Which mingles still the human, and divine:
The low, a symbol of the lofty still,
Prophetic type of that whereto it soars.
'Twas as if Life were made to know itself
Through Feeling; erst unknown, unfelt; or but
In such degree, so of that rapture short,
As worthless with that ecstasy compared.
And forthwith, from the purlieus of the court,
Groups of fair damsels flew into the midst;
In wanton measures, threading many a maze
Of motion, kindling amourous desire.