His fading lineaments. "I go," he cried But thou shalt wander o'er the unquiet earth Eternally." The dampness of the grave
Bathed my imperishable front. I fell,
And long lay tranced upon the charmed soil. When I awoke hell burned within my brain, Which staggered on its seat; for all around The mouldering relics of my kindred lay, Even as the Almighty's ire arrested them, And in their various attitudes of death
My murdered children's mute and eyeless skulls Glared ghastly upon me.
From sight and sense of the polluting woe Of tyranny, had long learned to prefer Hell's freedom to the servitude of heaven. Therefore I rose, and dauntlessly began My lonely and unending pilgrimage, Resolved to wage unweariable war With my almighty tyrant, and to hurl Defiance at his impotence to harm
Beyond the curse I bore. The very hand That barred my passage to the peaceful grave Has crushed the earth to misery, and given Its empire to the chosen of his slaves. These I have seen, even from the earliest dawn Of weak, unstable, and precarious power; Then preaching peace, as now they practise war; So, when they turned but from the massacre
Of unoffending infidels, to quench Their thirst for ruin in the very blood
That flowed in their own veins, and pitiless zeal Froze every human feeling, as the wife
Sheathed in her husband's heart the sacred steel, Even whilst its hopes were dreaming of her love; And friends to friends, brothers to brothers stood Opposed in bloodiest battle-field, and war, Scarce satiable by fate's last death-draught, waged, Drunk from the wine-press of the Almighty's wrath; Whilst the red cross, in mockery of peace, Pointed to victory! When the fray was done, No remnant of the exterminated faith
Survived to tell its ruin, but the flesh,
With putrid smoke poisoning the atmosphere, That rotted on the half-extinguished pile.
Yes! I have seen God's worshippers unsheathe The sword of his revenge, when grace descended, Confirming all unnatural impulses, To sanctify their desolating deeds;
And frantic priests waved the ill-omened cross O'er the unhappy earth: then shone the sun On showers of gore from the upflashing steel Of safe assassination, and all crime
Made stingless by the spirits* of the Lord; And blood-red rainbows canopied the land.
Spirit! no year of my eventful being
Has passed unstained by crime and misery, Which flows from God's own faith. I've marked
With tongues whose lies are venomous, beguile The insensate mob, and, whilst one hand was red With murder, feign to stretch the other out For brotherhood and peace; and, that they now Babble of love and mercy, whilst their deeds Are marked with all the narrowness and crime That freedom's young arm dares not yet chastise, Reason may claim our gratitude, who now, Establishing the imperishable throne
Of truth, and stubborn virtue, maketh vain The unprevailing malice of my foe,
Whose bootless rage heaps torments for the brave,
Adds impotent eternities to pain,
Whilst keenest disappointment racks his breast To see the smiles of peace around them play,
To frustrate or to sanctify their doom.
Thus have I stood, through a wild waste of years Struggling with whirlwinds of mad agony, Yet peaceful, and serene, and self-enshrined, Mocking my powerless tyrant's horrible curse With stubborn and unalterable will,
Even as a giant oak, which heaven's fierce flame Had scathed in the wilderness, to stand A monument of fadeless ruin there; Yet peacefully and movelessly it braves The midnight conflict of the wintry storm,
As in the sun-light's calm it spreads Its worn and withered arms on high To meet the quiet of a summer's noon.
The Fairy waved her wand: Ahasuerus fled
Fast as the shapes of mingled shade and mist, That lurk in the glens of a twilight grove, Flee from the morning beam;
The matter of which dreams are made Not more endowed with actual life Than this phantasmal portraiture
Of wandering human thought.
THE present and the past thou hast beheld: It was a desolate sight. Now, Spirit, learn, The secrets of the future. Time!
Unfold the brooding pinion of thy gloom, Render thou up thy half-devoured babes, And from the cradles of eternity,
Where millions lie lulled to their portioned sleep By the deep murmuring stream of passing things, Tear thou that gloomy shroud. - Spirit, behold Thy glorious destiny!
Through the wide rent in Time's eternal veil, Hope was seen beaming through the mists of fear.
Earth was no longer hell;
Love, freedom, health, had given
Their ripeness to the manhood of its prime, And all its pulses beat
Symphonious to the planetary spheres.
Then dulcet music swelled
Concordant with the life-strings of the soul; It throbbed in sweet and languid beatings there, Catching new life from transitory death.
Like the vague sighings of a wind at even, That wakes the wavelets of the slumbering sea, And dies on the creation of its breath,
And sinks and rises, falls and swells by fits; Was the pure stream of feeling
That sprang from these sweet notes,
And o'er the Spirit's human sympathies With mild and gentle motion calmly flowed.
Joy to the Spirit came,
Such joy as when a lover sees The chosen of his soul in happiness,
And witnesses her peace
Whose woe to him were bitterer than death; Sees her unfaded cheek
Glow mantling in first luxury of health, Thrills with her lovely eyes,
Which like two stars amid the heaving main Sparkle through liquid bliss.
Then in her triumph spoke the Fairy Queen:
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