Nor aught that time could touch, or force destroy, Children of Earth, Neroodi cried, 16. Of other frame, O son of Heaven, art thou! Through regions which thy heavenly mould will try. And beams intense of empyrean light, Might not these things dismay thee on thy flight, Pity in these abodes of no avail; XXIII. PADALON. 1. WHOE'ER hath loved with venturous step to tread The chambers dread Of some deep cave, and seen his taper's beam Playing afar upon the sunless stream, Whoe'er hath trod such caves of endless night, And how, with quicken'd feet, he hastens up, Eager again to greet The living World and blessed sunshine there, And drink, as from a cup Of joy, with thirsty lips, the open air. 2. Far other light than that of day there shone A glow, as of a fiery furnace light, A thing of comfort, and the sight, dismay'd, Shrunk inward from the molten atmosphere. 'Their way was through the adamantine rock Which girt the World of Woe; on either side Its massive walls arose, and overhead Arch'd the long passage; onward as they ride, With stronger glare the light around them spread; And lo! the regions dread, The World of Woe before them, opening wide. 3. There rolls the fiery flood, Girding the realms of Padalon around. For neither mortal nor immortal sight, Could pierce across through that intensest light. A single rib of steel, Keen as the edge of keenest scymitar, Spann'd this wide gulph of fire. The infernal Car Roll'd to the Gulph, and on its single wheel Self-balanced, rose upon that edge of steel. Red-quivering float the vapours overhead, The fiery gulph beneath them spread, Tosses its billowing blaze with rush and roar; Steady and swift the self-moved Chariot went, Winning the long ascent, Then, downward rolling, gains the farther shore. 4. But, oh! what sounds and sights of woe, Assail the mortal travellers here! Their way was on a causey straight and wide, Thick walls of adamant divide The dungeons; and from yonder circling flood, Off-streams of fire through secret channels glide, And wind among them, and in each provide An everlasting food Of rightful torments for the accursed brood. 5. These were the rebel race, who in their might Confiding impiously, would fain have driven The Deities supreme from highest Heaven: But by the Suras, in celestial fight, Opposed and put to flight, Here, in their penal dens, the accursed crew, Not for its crime, but for its failure, rue Their wild ambition. Yet again they long The contest to renew, And wield their arms again in happier hour; Following Kehama's triumph, to press on From World to World, and Heaven to Heaven, and Sphere To Sphere, till Hemakoot shall be their own, And Meru-Mount, and Indra's Swerga-Bowers, And Brama's region, where the heavenly Hours Weave the vast circle of his age-long day. Even over Veeshnoo's empyreal seat They trust the Rajah shall extend their sway, And that the seven-headed Snake, whereon The strong Preserver sets his conquering feet, Will rise and shake him headlong from his throne, When, in their irresistible array, Amid the Milky Sea they force their way. Even higher yet their frantic thoughts aspire; The highest, holiest Seeva, they defy, And tell him they shall have anon their day, When they will storm his realm, and seize Mount Calasay. 6. Such impious hopes torment Their raging hearts, impious and impotent; And lust of vengeance, that, like inward fire, Doth aggravate their punishment, they rave Upon Kehama; him the accursed rout Acclaim; with furious cries and maddening shout They call on him to save; |