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CANTO I. THE OLD WORLD
ABRAHAM.
Crowned with manhood's diadem,
Men that lift us, when we love them,
Into nobler life with them.
To their God-sent mission true,
From the ruin of the old times
Grandly forth to shape the new;
Come with freshness and with power,
Bracing fearful hearts to grapple
With the problem of the hour;
Stirs the dull, and spurs the slow,
Till the big heart of a people
Swells with hopeful overflow.
Abraham in tented state,
With his sheep and goats and asses,
Bearing high behests from Fate;
Where cool Orfa's bubbling well
Lured the Greek, and lured the Roman,
By its verdurous fringe to dwell;
Sun by day and Moon by night,
To believe in something deeper
Than the shows that brush the sight,
To a practised guide and true,
So he owned the Voice that called him
From the faithless Heathen crew.
Southward where the torrent tide
Of the sons of Ammon mingles
With the Jordan's swelling pride,
To the flowered and fragrant ground
'Twixt Mount Ebal and Gerizim,
Where the bubbling wells abound;
And to Hebron's greening glade,
Where the grapes with weighty fruitage
Droop beneath the leafy shade.
'Neath an oak-tree tall and broad,
Built there to the one true God.
And the angels of the Lord
'Neath the broad and leafy oak-tree
Knew his hospitable board;
For all peoples richly stored,
Father of the faithful, elect
Friend of God, Almighty Lord.
With high heart and weighty arm,
Wise to rein their wandering worship,
Strong to shield their homes from harm.
As a strong God-favoured man,
Like Osiris, casting broadly
Largess to the human clan.
To the pure high-thoughted creed,
That in the ripeness of the ages
Grew to serve our mortal need.
From all proud pretension free,
Shepherd-chief and shepherd-warrior,
Human-faced like you and me;
To the pure religion true;
Purer than the gay and sensuous
Grecian, wider than the Jew.
Turk and Arab, name with praise;
Common as the sun that shines
On East and West with brothered rays.
Edessa, according to a very general Jewish tradition, was the Ur of the Chaldees; but some modern inquirers prefer Mugheir, on the right bank of the Euphrates, in the bitumen district, about 120 miles above the sea.
MOSES.
By the Nile's sweet-watered stream,
In a land of strange taskmasters,
Brooding o'er the patriot theme;
Of his dear-loved Hebrew home,
Whence the eager pinch of Famine
Forced the Patriarch to roam;
Lifting vengeful arm to smite
Stint the Hebrew of his right;
Where on holy ground unshod,
He beheld the bush that burned
With unconsuming flame from God.
With his outstretched prophet-rod
To stir plagues upon the Pharaoh,
Scorner of the most high God;
From the strange taskmaster free,
And merged the Memphians, horse and rider,
In the deep throat of the sea.
Harp and timbrel, song and dance;
And with firm set will the hero
Led the perilous advance.
As a shepherd leads his flock,
Breaking spears with cursed Amalek,
Striking water from the rock.
High-embattled rock; and there,
'Mid thick clouds of smoke and thunder
That like trumpet clave the air,
And with reverent awe unshod,
As a man with men discourseth,
So he there communed with God.
Not in visions of the night,
Not in flashes of quick fancy,
Darkness sown with gleams of light,
As a builder knows his plan,
And His wondrous ways with man;
Ways of vengeance strong to smite,
Ways of large unchartered giving,
Ever tending to the right.
What no mortal sees he saw,
And from hand that no man touches
Brought the tables of the Law,
Lest untutored wit might stray,
Each man where his private fancy
Led him in a wanton way,
Of loose Arabs wandering wild,
And to fruitful acres bound them
Where ancestral virtue toiled;
With a creed divinely true,
Which subtle Greek and lordly Roman
Stooped to borrow from the Jew.
DAVID.
Whom the prophet's voice did call,
Not by haughty-hearted bearing,
Lofty looks, and stature tall;
And by locks of golden hue,
And by limbs of agile lightness,
Fair and comely to the view;
And by heart that knew no fear,
And a quick-discerning spirit
When a danger might be near.
And from tending of the ewes,
To be ruler of the people,
Samuel's prophet-eye did choose.
Grassy mead, and rocky scars;
From lone converse with the mild-faced
Moon and silent-marching stars;
When they leapt the wattled pen,
To a fight with worse than lions,
Tiger-hearted, bloody men.
To confusion of his foes,
To the splendid cares of reigning,
Him the God-sent prophet chose;
Reigned in bosom of the boy,
Leapt to find a king's employ.
Philistine of haughty Gath,
With a boastful, proud defiance,
Mailed in insolence, crossed his path.
Quailed King Saul upon his throne,
Quailed the marshalled heads of battle;
Strength in David lived alone.
But with calm composèd look,
In his hand he took a sling,
And five smooth pebbles from the brook;
And in 'mid the host alone
Prostrate laid the boastful champion
With a sling and with a stone.
On the right hand of the throne
High he sate; but mighty monarchs
Love to reign and rule alone.
With keen hatred's heavy stress,
From rock to rock, from cave to cave,
Of the houseless wilderness,
From all bonds of fealty free,
Till the hour to honour David
Came in God's foreknown decree.
Judah's trumpet-note; and all,
From Hermon's mount to well of Sheba,
Streamed to royal David's call.
Where the rock-perched Jebusite
Vainly strove to prove his might.
And the fierce Philistian crew,
And o'er the ruddy cliffs of Edom
Passed, and proudly cast his shoe.
Home he brought the golden spoil,
And Phœnician Hiram sent him
Greeting from his sea-girt isle.
The God-hewn tables of the Law,
Safely on the rock of Zion
To be kept with reverent awe;
With a sounding march of glee,
Harp and hymn, and shouts of holy
Triumph, billowing like the sea!
Not with spear, and not with sword,
With a linen ephod girded,
Danced the king before the Lord;
In the stoutness of his cheer,
How solemn fools and dainty maids
Might curve their lofty lips and jeer.
From all foes a proud release,
What remained to top his fulness?
David now might die in peace.
To the God of David's line
On the summit of Moriah
High to pile a costly shrine!
To his son, the wisest man,
To crown his life's high-reaching plan,
Seated on a kingly seat,
Shepherd, soldier, minstrel, monarch,
In all sorts a man complete.
SOCRATES.
In the case of a name of such wide significance as Socrates, it were superfluous to encumber the page with any display of learned notes. Suffice it to say that everything in the ballad is strictly historical, and taken directly from the original authorities. The indifference shown by Socrates to the αναγκαι or necessary laws of physical science, as contrasted with the freedom of practical reason in which moral science delights, is distinctly emphasised by Xenophon in the opening chapters of the ‘Memorabilia’; and the argument with the atheist—a little perking, self-sufficing creature, as atheists are wont to be—will be found at full length in the same sensible and judicious writer. It is this argument, commonly called the argument from design, that, passing through the eloquent pages of Cicero in his book ‘De Naturâ Deorum,’ has formed the groundwork of all works on Natural Theology up to the present time; and it is an argument that, however misapplied here and there by shallow thinkers and presumptuous dogmatists, has its roots so deep in the instincts of all healthy humanity, and in the very essence of reason, that, though it may be illustrated indefinitely
Of the land where wisdom grew
Native to the soil, and beauty
Wisely wedded to the true.
Of that best lore which teaches man
In a reasoned world with reason
Forth to shape his human plan.
Sun or moon, or any star,
From all human purpose far.
Feeds the Sun, or how much he
Than the lady Moon is bigger
When she sails up from the sea.
Plumbs the deep and metes the skies;
Only one great truth concerns thee,
What is nearest to thine eyes.
Idle dream and barren guess;
This the text of thy wise preaching,
Reason's prophet, Socrates.
Nature reared with pious pains,
With no blood from boasted fathers
Flowing in his sober veins.
Plied his task from day to day;
For scant silver pennies moulding
Tiny statues from the clay.
To the God-sent voice within,
Forth he walked on lofty mission,
Truth to preach and souls to win.
Brooding o'er some nice conceit;
But where the many-mingling strife
Of man with man made quick the street,
In the market where for gain
Eager salesmen tempt the buyer;
By Athena's pillared fane;
Thunders from a brazen throat,
The scales that tremble on a vote;
Where the dead most honoured sleep,
In Piræus, where the merchant
Stores the plunder of the deep.
Looking blithely round; and ever
He was centre of the ring
Where the talk was swift and clever.
Buzzing in bright summer weather,
Flocked, to hear his glib discourse,
Sophist, sage, and fool together.
Strong with suasive word to sway;
Alcibiades, bold and brilliant,
Dashing, confident, and gay.
Sharp to wield the despot's power;
Aristippus, wise to pluck
The blossom from the fleeting hour.
Said in gods he could believe
If with eyes he might behold them;
What we see we must believe.
“Do you see yourself, or me?
You may see my hand, my fingers,
But myself you cannot see.
Delicate with dainty fish,
Though unseen, unnamed, unnoted,
'Twas a cook that sauced the dish.
Rock, and river, well combined,
But the showman lurks behind.
Of the star-bespangled pole,
What we see is but the outward
Seeming of the unseen soul.
Nothing works from reason free;
All within, without, around thee,
Holds a god that speaks to thee.”
Casting seeds of truth abroad,
Seeds that grow with faithful tendance
Up to central truth in God.
Weak eyes shrink when light is nigh,
Many love the dear delusion
That lends glory to a lie.
Idle danglers in the street,
When from front of vain pretender
Deft he plucked the crude conceit,
Rankling sore in bitter breast,
One departed, and another,
Like a bird with battered crest.
And with many a factious wile
Drugged the people's ear with slander,
Stirred their hearts with sacred bile.
At Religion's fretful call
He must answer for his teaching
In the solemn judgment-hall.
Subtle-tongued like any thong,
To convert most right to wrong.
And they doomed him there to die,
And he drank the deathful hemlock,
And he died, as wise men die,
With a bright, unweeping eye,
Marching with firm step to Hades,
When the word came from on high.
ALEXANDER.
Macedonia's peerless boy,
In whose veins the blood of heroes
Ran like rivers in their joy.
Up he grew in ruddy grace,
Lithe of limb and tight of sinew,
And with eager forward face.
First to mount the restive steed,
First to chase the stag fleet-footed
O'er the hills with flying speed.
But in tricks of wit excels,
Drinking wisdom at Stagira,
From the master-thinker's wells.
Went with him; and where he came,
Subtle Greek and rude Triballi
Owned the virtue of his name.
Great souls long for large expanse;
Europe's age-long feud with Asia
Claimed the service of his lance.
Where the Sea-nymph's fervid boy
With a thousand-masted navy
Crossed to curb the pride of Troy.
On that ten years' battle-ground,
Round Pelides' grassy mound
In devout self-dedication
Crowned his tomb with bloom of flowers,
And poured sweet oil of consecration.
And a soul that spurned delay,
On to thy steep banks, Granicus,
Where in bristling close array
In proud pomp of glittering mail,
And from bend of bows gigantic
Pouring arrows thick as hail,
Blocked to free-souled Greece the road;
Through surging tide and slippery bank
On the Macedonian strode,
Where the Sardian gold was stored,
Where the knot of Fate, the Gordian,
Gaped to greet the Grecian sword.
Where Pamphylia's tideful wave
Timed its swell to leave free passage
To the footsteps of the brave.
Towered o'er Issus' widespread waters,
Where Damascus' leafy gardens
Wove green bowers for Syria's daughters.
Sea-girt Tyre, his might defied;
But with heart that never fainted,
O'er its haughty-crested tide
Bowed her neck: stout Gaza yields,
To her broad sweet-watered fields,
Macedonia's marvellous boy.
He, unresting, through the sandy
Desert, with prophetic joy,
Where, with mystic word and sign,
Hornèd Ammon's priestly spokesman
Stamped his mission for divine.
In great Alexander's soul
Rose, God-sent, a pregnant fancy,
Where the Coptic waters roll,
By old Pharos' rocky isle,
There to found a mighty city
Where the Greek should rule the Nile,
Bravely streeted east and west,
With the name of Alexander
Stamped upon its stony breast.
Nurse of Commerce, queen of trade,
Whence Greek wit and Christian saintship
Rayed a glory largely shed;
Calmly measuring forth the true,
Shook hands with the prophet-passion
Of the fiery-hearted Jew,
Marched, blind pioneer of God,
With Fate behind and Fate before him,
Eastward on his conquering road;
Pours his fattening waters wide,
Tigris rolls her foamy tide
Where, in long-drawn tented show,
All the pride of golden Persia
Stood expectant of the foe!
Making wise Pausanias quake;
But in soul of Alexander
Swelled a tide no bar could break.
Drifting helmless from the blast,
Great Darius with his princes
O'er the Zagrian mountains passed:
Refuge, which more wisely he,
From his generous-hearted victor,
Might have craved on bended knee
Where the gold is piled in bales,
And Choaspes laves the meadows
Where the fruitful green prevails.
Where Persepolis nursed the dream
Of the haughty-hearted Xerxes,
To lay bonds on Helle's stream.
Made short call on Alexander.
As a foam-faced mountain-torrent,
With a gentle slow meander
Of inglorious ease, his motion
Spurs, and with exultant billow
Roars at thunder-speed to ocean,
From golden bowls the red wine drinking,
And every power that strangles thinking.
Helmed his head, and looked around,
Finely pricked with eager joyaunce,
Like a keen unkennelled hound.
Where great Cyrus set a bound
To the loose unchastened Scythians,
Like a tempest drifting round.
Knew not back; and as on wings,
Up the steep-faced Bactrian fastness
Deftly climbs, and bravely brings
Of the king, to be his bride.
What remained? Paropamisus,
With its mountain-rampart wide,
Rest, till he prevailed to bind
With strong bonds of human kinship
Westmost Greece and Eastmost Ind.
Steep, Aornos, he prevailed,
Which the stout son of Alcmena
Three times dared, and three times failed.
Nysa, praised by the Hindoo,
With its wreaths of cooling ivy,
And its groves of laurel, knew.
Porus stood, high-statured king,
With his elephants and chariots
Bristling wide from wing to wing.
Through its flood, nor knew to cease
Bowed the subject knee to Greece.
Tideful ocean owned his rule,
And with grateful grace to Neptune
There he sacrificed a bull.
Through a wide unwatered waste,
Through thy burning sands, Gedrosia,
Back his stout-souled march he traced;
In the garb of gladness dressed,
Sent their missioned chiefs to greet him
Umpire of the East and West.
This conclusion of such a brilliant career may seem abrupt; but so it was in fact. The fatigues of his Indian and Gedrosian march, along with the heat of the season, not unassisted in all probability by the festive potations in which the Macedonians indulged, ended in a fever, which carried him off in a few days at the early age of thirty-two, b.c. 323. See Arrian, vii. 24-28.
What he proudly sought he gained:
Greece had conquered the Barbarian;
Where he throned her, she remained.
CÆSAR.
Now stands forth in iron mailed,
Who by patient plan, and manly
Will, and might of hand prevailed;
Rose, hard toil and sober cheer,
Stern-faced Law and strict obedience,
Sacred reverence and fear;
Fell, by insolence of sway,
When in pride of strength the strong man
Tramped the weak man in the clay;
All the trash that gold can buy,
Piles of grandeur, seas of glitter,
Shows that feed the lustful eye;
Fish-ponds, towers that flaunt the sky,
Purple pomp and pillowed pleasure,
And a wine-cup seldom dry,
Hearted zeal for common good,
With a fevered lust of getting,
Each man what he nearest could—
But with rage of tigerhood,
Plunging, tearing on to power
Through seas of bribery and blood.
Fought and foamed like fretted cattle;
And lofty aim controlled the battle.
Shrinking from a forceful blow,
Nor with insolent triumph trampling
In the mire a fallen foe.
In the soldier's kingly school,
In an age when only swords
Gave strength to stand or right to rule,
Wise to wait the ripening hour,
Quick to seize the breeze of favour,
Up the strong man clomb to power.
Sway the passion of the hour;
But when Fate will seal her charter,
Then the soldier comes with power.
Bravely in his curule chair,
With his rods and with his lictors,
What is Cæsar scheming there?
With sharp sword and strong decree,
O'er the Lusitanian mountains
Pushed the Empire to the sea.
Strangle violence with law,
Drag to public reprobation
Grasping hand and greedy maw.
Might not slake great Cæsar's thirst;
Where an arm might strike for mastery,
There he panted to be first.
Lopped the pride of Mithridates,
Wedded Tiber to Euphrates;
Memory nursed the glorious day
When mighty Marius, seven times Consul,
To the fierce Celts blocked the way,
He, like Marius, would go forth,
And with Roman sword and sentence
Tame the rude hordes of the North.
Nursed in Hyperborean snows,
Pour their wasteful swarms, like locusts,
Where fair-fielded Padus flows.
German and Helvetian hordes,
Westward with wild fury ramping,
Call for sweep of Roman swords.
And in fine short-sworded line,
Grappling as a Roman grapples,
Drave the Teuts across the Rhine.
Sober water-drinking men,
On the banks of Meuse and Sambre
Bowed the neck to Cæsar then.
Match for the immortal gods,
Felt that more than gods were near them,
Where great Cæsar showed his rods.
Flowed about with briny tides,
Can maintain their rocky townships
Where great Cæsar's soul presides.
Now his foot of venture knows:
Sweep, where Thames majestic flows,
Glance the time not distant saw
When the rude and painted Nomads,
In stern school of Roman law
In the grace of fixed abodes,
Roman towns and Roman villas,
Roman camps and Roman roads.
From Britannia's cloudy home
To blue Rhone, all breathe with safety
'Neath the sheltering wing of Rome.
Who hath made his country great?
Shall he march in pomp of triumph,
Crowned with laurel, through the gate?
Consul twice with loud acclaim;
Consul, Censor, every title
That can top a Roman name?
Thanks come from patrician breast,
Faction-mongers, plotters, hirelings,
In the robe of statesmen dressed.
Glance with conscious guilt they cower,
Who with unbribed hand will rudely
Stint their merchandise of power.
But when Cæsar claimed his right
At the gates of Rome, great Pompey
With his minions winged their flight
Thence across the Adrian foam,
'Gainst the noblest man in Rome.
Never sure and ever late,
But who strikes with swift directness
Is the minister of Fate.
Pompey, with thy craven crew;
Prideful greed that grew to rashness,
In God's time shall have its due.
Foplings in soft luxury born,
Them stout Cæsar's hard-faced veterans
Mowed like swathes of bending corn.
Foot adventurous reached the Nile;
There, from sacred seats, on Pompey
Frowning Fate might learn to smile.
In a friend oft finds a foe;
On the shores of Nile the headless
Pompey lies in ghastly show.
With stiff neck and lofty head,
Holding guard in Honour's temple,
Where the god within had fled.
Of old Rome the Fate defied,
And proudly on the coast of Afric
With self-planted dagger died.
What thing now shall Cæsar do,
Through those veins corrupt and fevered
Healthy pulses to renew?
By firm law and not by blood—
Strangling faction in the bud.
But a firm-compacted State,
Where every limb subserves the headship,
Shall make mighty Cæsar great.
At his word red slaughter flows,
But with large and free forgiveness
He repays the hate of foes.
Hollow hearts in purple dressed,
But from men he made the Senate,
Proved the bravest and the best.
Of the fine soft-feathered crew,
Lest the mud should soil their shoe.
Reverent show he might compel,
But their hearts with deadly rancour
And with bitter hatred swell.
To the dogs; before the swine
Pearls; and for his noble rashness
Cæsar now must pay the fine.
In petitioner's humble guise,
With the servile smile of falsehood
Gleaming in their traitor eyes.
Seated in his curule chair,
Uprightness clothed, they stabbed him there.
Fell great Cæsar; but not waned
His star with him. In world-wide Empire
Cæsar's work and name remained.
ST PAUL.
Stirs my soul and shapes my song,
March of love divinely fervid,
March of truth divinely strong.
How the lordly Roman drew
Fountain of new life pure-blooded
From the mean unvalued Jew.
With his cunning fence of wit,
At the feet of Hebrew teachers
Learned with greedy ear to sit.
Where grave judgment loves to dwell,
Wisest of the seventy wise men,
Sate the wise Gamaliel.
Of the wise words of the men,
Noting all their sharp decisions
With quick ear and faithful pen,
Slight of limb, and with an high-
Mounting forehead, and beneath
Well-massed brows a piercing eye.
Gave from God, and memoried well
Taught by wise Gamaliel.
Counting danger for a jest,
When strong love, or mighty hatred,
Flowed like spring-tide in his breast.
Bred in Jesus' lowly school,
With a loose unlicensed doctrine
Spurn the high priest's lawful rule.
With a death of heavy stoning,
For his rude-mouthed contradiction,
Give the Law its due atoning.
Vengeance, and with purpose fell,
In the holy city's cincture
Nevermore such brood shall dwell.
Chases with a keen-nosed hound,
To Gerizim, to Mount Tabor,
To Mount Hermon's utmost bound.
Where the hated sect prevailed,
Old and young, and to the prison's
Gloomy den of durance haled.
In the fever of his wrath—
When, behold! a flash from Heaven
Flared across his blinded path.
“Saul, O Saul! what moveth thee
With hot breath of persecution
Sharply thus to follow me?
Thou shalt learn there what to do.
There shall shape thy course anew.”
Where the white-walled splendour gleams
Through the wide-spread green, the dowry
Of the many-branching streams.
And the servant of the Lord
Touched him there with spirit-piercing
Power of truth and healing word.
From long death, into a new
Stretch of blissful life, with warmer
Pulse of love and larger view.
There with searching thought to pray
O'er the purpose of the Lord,
That led him in a wondrous way.
The inner soul of things he saw,
Soul of Right that for its service
Brooketh fleshly forms of Law,
Idle eye and wandering foot,
Till the bud grow to the blossom,
Till the blossom grow to fruit.
Feasts that wait upon the moon,
Prayers with formal iteration
Conned at matin-bell or noon.
Sanctities that brush the skin,
Making clean the fleshly cover,
Leaving foul the soul within.
Hearts unholy big with pride,
Tithes and taxes multiplied.
Passed in penitent review;
And he cast old things behind him,
And he leapt into the new.
By Orontes' winding flood,
Here the new pure faith, firm rooted,
First shot forth a lusty bud.
Came; and holy brethren there
Sent him forth on wings of faith,
The message of God's love to bear
Where the foam-born Paphian queen
Turned to shame the grace of beauty
With unholy rites obscene.
Swayed the wise proconsul's mind,
But with ban of condemnation
Smote the godless sorcerer blind.
O'er the rough Pisidian ridges,
Over cliffs that knew no pathway,
Over floods that knew no bridges.
'Neath the scowling tempest's frown,
Lashed by scourge of persecution
From unfriendly town to town;
Dreary slope and cheerless meadow,
On to Derbe, on to Lystra,
Where the black mount casts his shadow.
Circling round to gaze on Paul,
At the preacher's potent call,
Come to earth in mortal guise;
And they came with ox and garlands,
And with smoke of sacrifice
Souled rebuke he raised his hand,
And named the God that owns all worship,
Lord of sky and sea and land.
Where the lewd unchastened priest
Serves the car-drawn mighty mother
Cybele, the Earth, and, as such, drawn by a car of lions; a representation familiar to the student of coins and marbles. The chief site of her worship was Pessinus in Phrygia (Strabo, xii. 567), whence, as identified with the Latin Rhea, her image was transferred to Rome in the time of the Hannibalian war (Livy, xxix. 11). Closely allied to her, perhaps only a local variation, is the many-breasted goddess seen on the coins of Ephesus, whom some Greeks superficially confounded with their own Artemis or Diana; referred to in the text, and familiar to readers of the Bible from the part she plays in Acts Apost., xix.
Of each huge-maned tawny beast;
And their carnal creed denied,
And new spirit-life within them
Sprang from Christ the crucified.
Touched by power of truth divine,
O'er the broad Ægean waters
Greece must bow to Palestine.
On Philippi's storied plains
Many a generous host received him,
Unbound from unworthy chains.
Gladly goes where dangers wait,
So the wisest of the wise men
Paul will front in high debate.
Where Athena's pillared shrine
Looks serenely o'er the gardened
Wealth of olive and of vine.
And a looser-girdled crew—
With quick ears for something new.
May amuse an hour to hear;
Dreamful Jews are wisely answered,
When a subtle Greek shall sneer.
Thus he spake,—“well known to me
Is your vague and wide-armed worship
Of all idol gods that be.
Scriptured to the god unknown;
God is known in all His doings,
God supreme, and God alone;
God whose love makes glad the earth,
God from whom this well-compacted
Cosmos takes its wondrous birth;
Common-blooded, great and small,
Breathing common breath that pulses
Through the oneness of the All;
As man in silver or in stone,
Broad as day, and wide as space,
And in no human likeness shown.
Born of Hebrew seed, declared,
And in fulness of the ages
His eternal counsel bared,
Fancy men may forge a lie,
Human gods to touch and handle,
Gods to sell, and gods to buy.
With a reasonable faith
What the God-sent teacher saith;
In dim gleamings scantly shed,
Now revealed; and with miraculous
Rising raised up from the dead;
To be judge of all below,
Greek and Hebrew, bond and freeman,
In the day that He doth know.”
Some denied; a noble few
Nursed the seed of truth that soon
To world-wide green luxuriance grew.
Courier pace that spurns repose,
Where the sickliest sick are pining,
There the good physician goes.
Pomp of art and golden splendour,
From the earthly Aphrodite
He redeemed the gross offender.
In her many-breasted pride,
From her many-pillared temple
Flings her glamour far and wide.
Nobly true and simply wise,
He dispersed a drift of babblers
Making merchandise of lies.
In rich Asia's fair domains,
Hoary Error feels a tremor
Travelling through her fretful veins.
Hasty-marching doom foretells,
Breast with sacred rancour swells.
Paul on pious quest doth go;
There he stands with calm assurance,
As a man that knows his foe.
They have vowed to work his woe;
He hath called for help to Cæsar,
And to Cæsar he shall go.
O'er the mid-sea's stormy roar,
Bound with fetters, heaped with slander,
To Imperial Latium's shore
The long Appian Way to Rome,
And beneath the Seven Hills' shelter
Found a prison and a home.
Showed more mercy than the priest;
Cæsar's truthful doom the true man
From their net of lies released.
Eagle to the extreme West,
Where Hispania's rocky barrier
Flouts wide Ocean's billowy breast.
Like the rain, now here now there,
Bringing increase to the Churches
Watered by his kindly care.
Lulled a moment, might not pass;
Where he comes, strong hate comes with him,
Snakes are lurking in the grass.
Groans—brute, madman, devil, fool;
Where a Nero bears the rule.
Where Corruption grossly grew,
With the leaven of the Hebrew
God was making all things new.
Revelled wildly in its shame,
And ramped through blood in heathen triumph
O'er the hated Christian name.
And the lust with feeding grew,
To glut the greed of wolf-nursed Rome
With blood of Christian and of Jew.
On the bristling front of lies,
In the Prætor's hall of justice,
Looking with untroubled eyes,
Well he knew his hour was nigh,
Bravely schooled in face of foemen
As a Christian dies to die.
Close by Caius Cestius' tomb,
On the road that leads to Ostia,
There they marched him to his doom.
Forth he marched, a motley crew,
Merchants, sailors, usurers, wondering
At the calm front of the Jew.
Where three bubbling fountains flow,
O'er the dry growth of the summer
Spreading freshness from below.
And the headsman with a sword
Headless by the bubbling fountains
Laid the servant of the Lord.
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