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Of utterance and of motion soon bereft, Frozen to the ice-rock, there behold him lie,
Only the painful sense of Being left, A Spirit who must feel, and cannot die, Bleaching and bare beneath the polar sky.
And now, O Child and Father, ye must go,
Take up the burthen of your woe,
And wander once again below. With patient heart liold onward to the end, Be true unto yourselves, 47 and bear in mind That every God is still the good Man's friend; And they, who suffer bravely, save mankind.
Oh tell me, cried Ereenia, for from thee Naught can be hidden, when the end will be!
THE SACRIFICE COMPLETED.
0 Ye who, by the Lake
On Meru Mount, partake The joys which Heavey hath destin'd for the blest,
Swift, swift, the moments tly,
The silent hours go by,
O wretched Man, prepare
Again thy Curse to bear!
The fatal hour draws near,
When Indra's heavenly sphere
To-day the hundredth Steed,
At Seeva's shrine, must bleed,
At this momentous hour,
Fresh crials must be thine;
But let your hearts be strong,
And bear ye bravely on,
They, little deeming that the fatal day
A Ship of Heaven drew nigh.
Till, wondering, they espy
O Father! cried the started Glendoveer,
Forsake his ancient and august abodes.
Oye immortal Bowers,
Where hitherto the Hours
Do ye expect the blow,
Whose milk-white forms were seen,
And by your silent springs,
With melancholy cry
Now spread unwilling wings;
And through the su len sky,
The affrighted gales to-day
In this portentous hour, -
Brightend the polar night
Even so, serene the immortal Sire replies; Soon like an earthquake will ye feel the blow
Which consummates the mighty sacrifice: And this world, and its Heaven, and all therein
Are then kebama's. To the second ring
Even now, prepares for flight
Beyond the Rajal's might. Ocean, that clips this in most of the Spheres, And girds it round with everlasting roar,
Set like a gem appears
Within that bending shore. Thither fly all the Sons of heavenly race : I, too, forsake mine ancient dwelling-place.
My Be tho
Now! now!-Before the Golden Palaces,
The fatal blow is given,
Confirms the Almighty Rajalı in his power.
All evil Spirits then,
Set up a joyful shout.
The damnd in Padalon acclain
Their hop'd Deliverer's name;
Back starts affrighted Ocean from the shore,
Of Hell, are shaken with the roar,
Myriads of evil Genii round him tly,
As royally, on wings of winds, he rode, And scaled high Heaven, triumphant like a God.
Wherever to their vagrant fect seem'd best, But, turning from the view her mournful eyes, Oh, whether should we wander, Kailyal cries,
Or wherefore seek in vain a place of rest? Have we not here the Earth beneath our tread,
Heaven overhead, A brook that winds through this sequester'd glade, And yonder woods, to yield us fruit and shade!
The little all our wants require is nigh ; Hope we have none, -why travel on in fear? We cannot fly from Fate, and Fate will find us here.
AROUND her Father's neck the Maiden lock'd Her arms, when that portentons blow was given;
Clinging to him she heard the dread uproar, And felt the shuddering shock which ran through
Earth underneath them rocka,
Kehama and his evil host ascend !
Before them rolls the thunder, Ten thousand thousand lightninys round them fly,
Upward the lengthening pageantries aspire, Leaving from Earth 10 Heaven a widening wake of fire.
'T was a fair scene wherein they stood,
It was a goodly sight to see
That venerable tree,
Seeking to strike its root,
Fixing their bearded fibres, round and round, With many a ring and will contortion wound; Some to the passing wind at times, with sway
Of gentle motion swung; Others of younger growth, unmov'd, were hung Like stone-drops from the cavern's fretted height.
Beneath was smooth and fair to sight,
Came gleams of checquer'd light.
When the wild uproar was at length allay'd, And Earth, recovering from the shock, was still, Thus to her father spake the imploring Maid. Oh! by the love which we so long have borne Each other, and we ne'er shall cease to bear, Oh! hy the sufferings we have shar'd,
And must not cease to share,
One consolation in this hour of woe! Tbou hast it in thy power, refuse not thou
The only comfort now
A brook, with easy current, murmur'd near;
Water so cool and clear
Which they, with sacrifice of rural pride,
To those in towns who dwell,
Pellucid, deep, and still, in silence join'd
Like burnish'd steel
noon; And when the breezes, in their play, Ruffled the darkening surface, then, with gleam
Of sudden light, around the locus 52 stem
And as the wind upheaves
Flap on the twinkling waters, up and down.
O dearest, dearest Kailyal! with a smile
Of tenderness and sorrow, he replied, O best beloy'd, and to be lov'd ibe best Best worthy,---sel thy duteous heart at rest. I know tly wish, and let what will beride,
Ne'er will I leave thee wilfully again. My soul is strengthen'd to endure its pain: Be thou, in all my wanderings, still my guide;
Be thou, in all my sufferings, at my side.
They built them here a bower53 of jointed cane,
Strong for the needful use, and light and long Was the slight frame-work reard, with little pain;
Lithe creepers, then, the wicker-sides supply,
Beneath the genial sky.
The Maiden, at those welcome words, imprest
A passionate kiss upon her father's cheek:
They look'd around them, then, as if to seek Where they should turn, North, South, or East or West,
The Spirits of her Sires their grateful rite;
In such libations gourd in open glades,
And duly here, to Marriataly's praise,
Pour'd her melodious lays
Upon the gales of even, And gliding in religious dance along, Moy'd, graceful as the dark-eyed Nymphs of Heaven,
Such harmony to all her steps was given.
Of yonder plane, with waving motion slow,
Fanning the languid air,
He moves it to and fro. 58 But when that form of beauty meets his sight,
The trunk its undulating motion stops, From his forgetful hold the plave-branch drops, Reverent he kneels, and lifts his rational eyes
To her as if in prayer; And when she pours hier angel voice in song,
Entranced he listens to the thrilling notes, Till his strong temples, bath'd with sudden dews,
Their fragrance of delight and love diffuse. 59
Thus ever, in her Father's doting eye,
Kailyal performn'd the customary rite;
A melancholy smile
Paid to a higher Power his sacrifice;
A resolute, unconquer'd fortitude,
An agony represt, a will resign'd,
Amid the milky Sea, by Veeshnoo's side,
By the Preserver, with his power endued, There Woomdavee 56 beholds this lower clime,
And marks the silent sufferings of the good, To recompense them in her own good time.
Lo! as the voice melodious floats around,
The Antelope draws near, The Tigress leaves her lootbless cubs to hear, The Snake comes gliding from the secret brake, Himself in fascination forced along
By that enchanting song; The antic Monkeys, whose wild gambols late,
When not a breeze wav'd the call jungle grass, Shook the whole wood, 60 are hush'd, and silently
Hang on the cluster'd trees.
Only at times the Nightingale is heard,
Her rival strain would try, 61
O force of faith! O strength of virtuous will! Behold him, in his endless martyrdom,
Triumphant still! The Curse still burning in his heart and brain,
And yet doth he remain
A second nature, to exist in pain
Well might they thus adore that heavenly Maid !
For never Nymph of Mountain,
Or Grove, or Lake, or Fountain,
No idle ornaments de face
Her patural grace, Musk-spot, nor sandal-streak, 63 nor scarlet stain, Ear-drop nor chain, por arm nor ankle-ring, 64
Nor trinketry on front, or neck, or breast, Marring the perfect form : she seem'd a thing Of Heaven's prime uncorrupted work, a child
Of early nature undefild, A daughter of the years of innocence. And therefore all things lov'd her. When she stood
Beside the glassy pool, the fish, that flies
Quick as an arrow from all other eyes,
The mother bird,
To meet and welcome her benignant eye.
Such strength the will reveal'd had given
That to their solitary resting-place
They brought the peace of Heaven.
Nor thought of evil ever enter'd here.
Within the circle of that mystic glade; Submiss he crouch'd before the beavenly Maid,
And offers to her touch his speckled side; Or with arch'd back erect, and bending head, And eyes
half-clos'd for pleasure, would he stand, Courting the pressure of her gentle hand.
Trampling his path through wood and brake, And canes which crackling fall before his way, And tassel-yrass, 57 whose silvery feathers play
O'ertopping the young trees,
On comes the Elephant, to slake
The grateful shower; and now
Hope we have none, said Kailyal to her Sire. Said she aright? and had the mortal Maid
No thoughts of heavenly aid, No secret hopes her inmost heart to move With longings of such deep and pure desire,
As vestal Maids, whose piety is love, Feel in their ecstasies, when, rapt above, Their souls unto their heavenly Spouse aspire ? Why else so often doth that searching eye
Roam through the scope of sky? Why, if she sees a distant speck on high, Starts there that quick suffusion to her cheek? "T is but the Eagle, in his heavenly height;
Reluctant to believe, she hears his cry,
And marks his wheeling flight, Then languidly averts lier mournful sight. Why ever else, at morn, that waking sigh,
Because the lovely form no more is nigh Which hath been present to her soul all night;
And that injurious fear Which ever, as it riseth, is represt, Yet riseth still within her troubled breast, That she no more shall see the Glendoveer!
Joy in the seven-hded Idol's shrine!
The fairest Maid his Yoguees sought, A fairer than the fairest have they brought, A maid of charms surpassing human thought,
A maid divine.
Hath he forgotten me? The wrongful thought Would stir within her, and, though still repellid With shame and self-reproaches, would recur. Days after days unvarying come and go,
And neither friend nor foe Approaches them in their sequester'd bower. Maid of strange destiny! but think not thou
Thou art forgotten now, And hast no cause for farther hope or fear.
High-fated Maid, thou dost not know What eyes watch over thee for weal and woe!
Even at this hour,
Kehama, in the fulness of his power, Perceives his thread of fate entwind with thine.
The Glendoveer, from his far sphere, With love that never sleeps, beholds thee here,
And, in the hour permitted, will be near.
And laid her wiles, to aid
The accursed Spirit hath his prey in view; And thus, while all their separate hopes pursue,
All work, unconsciously, the will of Fate.
Now bring ye forth the Chariot of the God !68
Bring him abroad,
And by his side
Upon the bridal car,
Spread it with trump and voice,
Will ride abroad!
Ye myriads who adore him,
Upreard on twenty wheels elate,
Huge as a Ship, the bridal car appear'd;
There, throned aloft in state,
Sate Kailyal like a bride;
For she regarded all things like a dream, Having no thought, nor fear, nor will, nor aught Save hope and faith, that liv'd within her still.
Fate work'd its own the while. A band
Of Yoguees, as they roam'd the land
Stray'd to this solitary glade,
Divine had led them to his chosen bride, And seiz'd and bore her from her Father's side.
O silent Night, how have they startled thee
With the brazen trumpet's blare! And thou, O Moon! whose quiet light serene Filleth wide heaven, and bathing hill and wood,
Spreads o'er the peaceful valley like a flood, How have they dimm'd thee with the torches' glare, Which round yon moving pageant flame and flare, As the wild rout, with deafening soug and shout,
Fling their long flashes out,
Joy in the City of great Jaga-Naut!
A mortal maid, in form and face divine,
Peerless among all daughters of mankind; Search'd they the world again from East to West,
In endless quest, Seeking the fairest and the best, No maid so lovely might they hope to find ;
For she hath breath'd celestial air,
And heavenly food hath been her fare,
That heavenly grace.
A thousand pilgrims strain
To drag that sacred wain,
And, calling on the God,
To pave his chariot-way.
On Jaga-Naut they call, The ponderous Car rolls on, and crushes all. Through blood and bones it ploughs its dreadful path.
Groans rise unheard; the dying cry,
And death and agony Are trodden under foot by yon mad throng, Who follow close, and thrust the deadly wheels along.
Pale grows the Maid at this accursed sight;
The yells which round her rise
And fear hath given to her dilated eyes
A wilder light, Where shall those eyes be turn'd? she knows not where!
Downward they dare not look, for there
Is death, and horror, and despair;
For the huge Idol over her, in air,
And all around, behind, before,
The bridal Car, is the raging rout,
Tossing the torches' flames about.
And the startling burst of the trumpet's blare; And the gong, that seems, with its thunders dread,
To stun the living, and waken the dead.
Fain would the Maid bave kept them fast,
Looks up, as if she thought to find him there!
Then, in despair,
There, trembling as she lay,
And came to seize the prey.
But as the Priest drew nigh,
Lifted in hope her bead;
She saw the dead arise, And in the fiendish joy within his eyes, She knew the hateful Spirit who look'd through Their specular orbs, --cloth'd in the flesh of man,
She knew the accursed soul of Arvalan.
But not in vain, with the sudden shriek of fear,
She calls Ereenia now; the Glendoveer
Is here! Upon the guilty sight he burst Like lightning from a cloud, and caught the accurst,
Bore him to the roof aloft, and on the tloor With vengeance dash'd him, quivering there in gore. Lo! from the pregnant air,--heart-withering sight! There issued forth the dreadful Lorrinite:
Seize bim! the Enchantress cried;
Avails his single might,
So oft had put the rebel race to flight.
There are no Gods on earth to give him aid; Uemm'd round, he is overpower'd, beat down, and bound,
And at the feet of Lorrinite is laid.
Where art thou, Son of Heaven, Ereenia! where
In this dread hour of horror and despair?
And, if he reck not for my misery,
Repel that wrongful thought,
And this the Virgin knew; and, like a sin, Repel'd the thought, and still believed him true;
And summond up her spirit to endure All forms of fear, in that firm trust secure. She needs that faith, she needs that consolation, For now the Car hath measured back its track
Of death, and hath re-entered now its station. There, in the Temple-court, with song and dance,
A harlot-band,69 to meet the Maid, advance. The drum hath ceas'd its peals; the trump and gong Are still; the frantic crowd forbear their yells; And sweet it was to hear the voice of song,
And the sweet music of their girdle-bells, Armlets and anklets, that, with cheerful sound, Symphonious tinkled as they wheel'd around.
They sung a bridal measure,
song of pleasure,
Go, happy bride!
For thy dear sake
And fill his longing arms!
Thus to the inner fane,
The astonish'd Maid they led,
And left the wretched Kailyal to her fate.
Meantime the scattered members of the slain,
Their vital form again,
Fled to the fleshly tenement.
Him in the Ancient Sepulchres, below
The billows of the Ocean, will I lay; Gods are there none to help him now,
and there For Man there is no way. To that dread scene of durance and despair,
Asuras, bear your enemy! I go To chain him in the Tombs. Meantime do thou, Freed from thy foe, and now secure from fear,
Son of Kehama, take thy pleasure berc.
Where art thou, Son of Heaven, Ereenia, where? From the loathed bed she starts, and in the air