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She came to meet them ;-but in strange surmise Sire! while I roam'd the world, a transient guest, Stopt, and on Javan fix'd her earnest eyes;
From sun-rise to the ocean of the west, He kneeld to greet her hand with wonted grace- I found that sin, where'er the foot of man Ah! then she knew him as he bow'd his face, Nature's primeval wilderness o'erran, His mother's features in a glimpse she caught, Had track'd his steps, and through advancing Time And the son's image rush'd upon her thought; Urged the deluded race from crime to crime, Pale she recoil'd with momentary fright,
Till wrath and strife, in fratricidal war, As if a spirit had ris'n before her sight;
Gather'd the force of nations from afar, Returning, with a heart too full to speak,
To deal and suffer Death's unheeded blow,
As if the curse on Adam were too slow:
A feeble band, that in their covert lie,
Like cowering doves beneath the falcon's eye. They pass'd within the hospitable door;
That easy and ignoble conquest won,
Oft have I heard the tyrant in his ire,
Devote this glen to massacre and fire, The humble Patriarch wash'd the traveller's feet. And swear to root, from Earth's dishonor'd face, Quickly the Spouse her plenteous table spread The last least relic of the faithful race; With homely viands, milk and fruits and bread. Thenceforth he hopes, on God's terrestrial throne, Ere long the guest, grown innocently bold,
To rule the nether universe alone. With simple eloquence his story told;
Wherefore, O Sire! when evening shuts the sky, His sins, his follies, frankly were reveal'd,
Fly with thy kindred, from destruction fly; And nothing but his nameless love conceal'd. Far to the south, unpeopled wilds of wood _While thus," he cried, "I proved the world a Skirt the dark borders of Euphrates' flood; snare,
There shall the Patriarchs find secure repose, Pleasure a serpent, Fame a cloud in air;
Till Eden rest, forsaken of her foes.” While with the sons of men my footsteps trod, My home, my heart, was with the Sons of God.” At Javan's speech the Matron's cheek grew pale,
Her courage, not her faith, began to fail : ** Went not my spirit with thee," Enoch said, Eve's youngest daughter she; the silent tear • When from the Mother's grave the Orphan fled ? Witness'd her patience, but betray'd her fear. Others believed thee slain by beasts of blood, Then answer'd Enoch, with a smile serene, Or self-devoted to the strangling flood,
That shed celestial beauty o'er his mien; (Too plainly in thy grief-bewilder'd mien,
" Here is mine earthly habitation : here By every eye, a breaking heart was seen :)
I wait till my Redeemer shall appear : I mourn'd in secret thine apostasy,
Death and the face of man I dare not shun, Nor ceased to intercede with Heaven for thee. God is my refuge, and His will be done.” Strong was my faith: in dreams or waking thought, Oft as thine image o'er my mind was brought, The Matron check'd her uncomplaining sigh, I deem'd thee living by this conscious sign, And wiped the drop that trembled in her eye. The deep communion of my soul with thine. Javan with shame and self-abasement blush'd, This day a voice, that thrillid my breast with fear But every care at Enoch's smile was hush'd : (Methought 't was Adam's), whisper'd in mine ear, He felt the power of truth; his heart o'erflow'd, -Enoch! ere thrice the morning meet the sun, And in his look sublime devotion glow'd. Thy joy shall be fulfillid, thy rest begun.'
Westward the Patriarch turn'd his tranquil face; While yet those tones were murmuring in air, “The Sun,” said he,“ hath well-nigh run his race; I turnd to look,--but saw no speaker there: I to the yearly sacrifice repair, Thought I not then of thee, my long-lost joy? Our Brethren meet me at the place of prayer." Leapt not my heart abroad to meet my boy? Yes! and while still I sate beneath the tree,
"I follow: 0, my father! I am thine ; Revolving what the signal meant to me,
Thy God, thy people, and thine altar mine!" I spied thee coming, and with eager feet
Exclaim'd the youth, on highest thoughts intent, Ran, the returning fugitive to greet:
And forth with Enoch through the valley went. Nor less the welcome art thou, since I know By this high warning, that from earth I go;
Deep was that valley, girt with rock and wood; My days are number'd; peace on thine attend ! In rural groups the scatter'd hamlet stood; The trial comes,-be faithful to the end."
Tents, arbors, cottages, adorn'd the scene,
Gardens and fields, and shepherds' walks between; “O live the years of Adam!” cried the youth; Through all, a streamlet, from its mountain-source, * Yet seem thy words to breathe prophetic truth: Seen but by stealth, pursued its willowy course.
When first the mingling sons of God and man Would that my tongue were gifted to display The demon-sacrifice of war began,
The terror and the glory of that day, Self-exiled here, the family of Seth
When, seized and stricken by the hand of Death, Renounced a world of violence and death,
The first transgressor yielded up his breath! Faithful alone amidst the faithless found,
Nigh threescore years, with interchanging light, And innocent while murder cursed the ground. The host of heaven have measured day and night, Here, in retirement from profane mankind,
Since we beheld the ground, from which he rose, They worshipp'd God with purity of mind, On his returning dust in silence close. Fed their small flocks, and till’d their narrow soil, Like parent Adam, with submissive toil,
“With him his noblest sons might not compare, -Adam, whose eyes their pious hands had closed, In godlike feature and majestic air; Whose bones beneath their quiet turf reposed. Not out of weakness rose his gradual frame, No glen like this, unstain'd with human blood, Perfect from his Creator's hand he came; Could youthful Nature boast before the flood; And as in form excelling, so in mind Far less shall Earth, now hastening to decay, The Sire of men transcended all mankind; A scene of sweeter loneliness display,
A soul was in his eye, and in his speech Where nought was heard but sounds of peace and A dialect of heaven no art could reach; love,
For oft of old to him, the evening breeze
Angels were wont their songs with his to blend, Yet not in cold and unconcern'd content,
And talk with him as their familiar friend. Their years in that delicious range were spent;
But deep remorse for that mysterious crime, Oft from their haunts the fervent Patriarchs broke, Whose dire contagion through elapsing time In strong affection to their kindred spoke,
Diffused the curse of death beyond control, With tears and prayers reproved their growing crimes, Had wrought such self-abasement in his soul, Or told the impending judgments of the times.
That he, whose honors were approach'd by none, In vain; the world despised the warning word,
Was yet the meekest man beneath the sun. With scorn belied it, or with mockery heard,
From sin, as from the serpent that betray'd Forbade the zealous monitors to roam,
Eve's early innocence, he shrunk'afraid ; And stoned, or chased them to their forest home.
Vice he rebuked with so austere a frown, There, from the depth of solitude, their sighs
He seem'd to bring an instant judgment down; Pleaded with Heaven in ceaseless sacrifice,
Yet, while he chid, compunctious tears would start, And long did righteous Heaven the guilty spare,
| And yearning tenderness dissolve his heart; Won by the holy violence of prayer.
The guilt of all his race became his own,
He suffer'd as if he had sinn'd alone. Yet sharper pangs of unavailing woe,
Within our glen to filial love endear'd, Those Sires in secrecy were doom'd to know;
Abroad for wisdom, truth, and justice fear'd, Oft by the world's alluring snares misled,
He walk'd so humbly in the sight of all, Their youth from that sequester'd valley fled,
The vilest ne'er reproach'd him with his fall. Join'd the wild herd, increased the godless crew,
Children were his delight; they ran to meet
His soothing hand, and clasp'd his honored feet;
He grew in heart a child among the rest :
Yet, as a Parent, nought beneath the sky
Touch'd him so quickly as an infant's eye: Enoch relates to Javan the Circumstances of the Joy from its smile of happiness he caught;
Death of Adam, including his Appointment of an Its flash of rage sent horror through his thought ; annual Sacrifice on the Day of his Transgression His smitten conscience felt as fierce a pain, and Fall in Paradise.
As if he fell from innocence again.
Thus through the valley while they held their walk, "One morn I track'd him on his lonely way, Enoch of former days began to talk:
Pale as the gleam of slow-awakening day; —“Thou know'st our place of sacrifice and prayer, With feeble step he climbid yon craggy height, Javan! for thou wert wont to worship there : Thence fix'd on distant Paradise his sight; Built by our father's venerable hands,
He gazed awhile in silent thought profound,
Then falling prostrate on the dewy ground.
And claim'd the pledge of reconciling grace,
His faith grew stronger and his plea prevail'd;
And sweet as Angel accents fell the close.
I stood to greet him : when he raised his head,
His presence was so saintly to behold,
1 “Eve look'd that moment from their cottage-door He seem'd in sinless Paradise grown old.
In quest of Adam, where he toil'd before ; This day,' said he, in Time's star-lighted He was not there, she calld him by his name: round,
Sweet to his ear the well-known accents came; Renews the anguish of that mortal wound
- Here am I,' answer'd he, in tone so weak, On me inflicted, when the Serpent's tongue
That we who held him scarcely heard him speak; My Spouse with his beguiling falsehood stung.
But resolutely bent to rise, in vain
Eve call'd again, and turning towards the shade, Infirınities without, and fears within,
Helpless as infancy, beheld him laid ; Foretell the consummating stroke of sin;
She sprang, as smitten with a mortal wound, The hour, the place, the form to me unknown,
Forward, and cast herself upon the ground But God, who lent me life, will claim his own;
At Adam's feet; half-rising in despair, Then, lest I sink as suddenly in death,
Him from our arms she wildly strove to tear; As quicken'd into being by his breath,
Repellid by gentle violence, she press'd Once more I climb'd these rocks with weary pace,
His powerless hand to her convulsive breast, And but once more, to view my native place,
And kneeling, bending o'er him, full of fears To bid yon garden of delight farewell,
Warm on his bosom shower'd her silent tears. The earthly Paradise from which I fell.
Light to his eyes at that refreshment came, This mantle, Enoch! which I yearly wear
They opend on her in a transient flame; To mark the day of penitence and prayer,
_And art thou here, my Life! my Love!' he cried, These skins, the covering of my first offence,
• Faithful in death to this congenial side ? When, conscious of departed innocence,
Thus let me bind thee to my breaking heart, Naked and trembling, from my Judge I fled,
One dear, one bitter moment, ere we part.' A hand of mercy o'er my vileness spread ;
-Leave me not, Adam! leave me not below; Enoch! this mantle, thus vouchsafed to me
With thee I tarry, or with thee I go,' At my dismission, I bequeath to thee;
She said, and yielding to his faint embrace, Wear it in sad memorial on this day,
Clung round his neck, and wept upon his face. And yearly at mine earliest altar slay
Alarming recollection soon returnd, A lamb immaculate, whose blood be spilt
His fever'd frame with growing anguish burn'd: In sign of wrath removed and cancell'd guilt:
Ah! then, as nature's tenderest impulse wrought, So be the sins of all my race confest,
With fond solicitude of love she sought So on their heads may peace and pardon rest.'
To soothe his limbs upon their grassy bed, -Thus spake our Sire, and down the steep descent
And make the pillow easy to his head ; With strengthen'd heart and fearless footstep went:
She wiped his reeking temples with her hair ; O Javan! when we parted at his door,
She shook the leaves to stir the sleeping air; I loved him as I never loved before.
Moisten'd his lips with kisses : with her breath
Vainly essay'd to quell the fire of Death, ** Ere noon, returning to his bower, I found
That ran and revell'd through his swollen veins Our father laboring in his harvest ground
With quicker pulses, and severer pains. (For yet he till'd a little plot of soil, Patient and pleased with voluntary toil);
“ The sun, in summer majesty on high, But O how changed from him, whose morning eye Darted his fierce effulgence down the sky; Outshone the star, that told the sun was nigh! Yet dimm'd and blunted were the dazzling rays, Loose in his feeble grasp the sickle shook;
His orb expanded through a dreary haze, I mark'd the ghastly dolor of his look,
And, circled with a red portentous zone, And ran to help him; but his latest strength He look'd in sickly horror from his throne : Fail'd-prone upon his sheaves he fell at length: The vital air was still; the torrid heat Istrove to raise him ; sight and sense were fled, Oppress'd our hearts, that labor'd hard to beat. Nerveless his limbs, and backward sway'd his head. When higher noon had shrunk the lessening shade, Seth pass'd; I call'd him, and we bore our Sire
Thence to his home our father we convey'd, To neighboring shades from noon's afflictive fire: And stretch'd him, pillow'd with his latest sheaves, Ere long he 'woke to feeling, with a sigh,
On a fresh couch of green and fragrant leaves. And half unclosed his hesitating eye;
Here, though his sufferings through the glen were Strangely and timidly he peer'd around,
known, Like men in dreams whom sudden lights confound ; We chose to watch his dying bed alone, Is this a new Creation ?-Have I pass'd
Eve, Seth, and I.- In vain he sigh'd for rest, The bitterness of death 1'--He look'd aghast, And oft his meek complainings thus express'd : Then sorrowful ;-No; men and trees appear; —Blow on me, Wind! I faint with heat! O bring Tis not a new Creation,-pain is here:
Delicious water from the deepest spring; From Sin's dominion is there no release ?
Your sunless shadows o'er my limbs diffuse, Lord! let thy Servant now depart in peace.'
Ye cedars! wash me cold with midnight dews. -Hurried remembrance crowding o'er his soul, -Cheer me, my friends! with looks of kindnese He knew us; tears of consternation stole
cheer; Down his pale cheeks :-'Seth Enoch! Where is Whisper a word of comfort in mine ear; Eve?
Those sorrowing faces fill my soul with gloom; How could the spouse her dying consort leave? This silence is the silence of the tomb.
Thither I hasten; help me on my way;
He stirs the wound he once inflicted there, O sing to soothe me, and to strengthen pray!' Instils the deadening poison of despair, We sang to soothe him,-hopeless was the song; Belies the truth of God's delaying grace, We pray'd to strengthen him,- he grew not strong. And bids me curse my Maker to his face. In vain from every herb, and fruit, and flower, -I will not curse Him, though his grace delay Of cordial sweetness, or of healing power,
I will not cease to trust Him, though he slay; We press'd the virtue ; no terrestrial balm
Full on his promised mercy I rely, Nature's dissolving agony could calm.
For God hath spoken,-God, who cannot lie. Thus, as the day declined, the fell disease
-Thou, of my faith the Author and the End! Eclipsed the light of life by slow degrees :
Mine early, late, and everlasting Friend! Yet while his pangs grew sharper, more resign'd, The joy, that once thy presence gave, restore More self-collected, grew the sufferer's mind; Ere I am summond hence, and seen no more : Patient of heart, though rack'd at every pore, Down to the dust returns this earthly frame, The righteous penalty of sin he bore ;
Receive my Spirit, Lord! from whom it came; Not his the fortitude that mocks at pains,
Rebuke the Tempter, show thy power to save; But that which feels them most, and yet sustains. O let thy glory light me to the grave, - "T is just, 't is merciful,' we heard him say; That these, who witness my departing breath, • Yet wherefore hath He turn'd his face away? May learn to triumph in the grasp of death.' I see Him not; I hear Him not; I call; My God! my God! support me, or I fall.'
“He closed his eyelids with a tranquil smile,
And seemd to rest in silent prayer awhile: “The sun went down, amidst an angry glare Around his couch with filial awe we kneel'd, Of flushing clouds, that crimson'd all the air; When suddenly a light from heaven reveal'd The winds brake loose; the forest boughs were torn, A Spirit, that stood within the unopen'd door; And dark aloof the eddying foliage borne;
The sword of God in his right hand he bore ; Cattle to shelter scudded in affright;
His countenance was lightning, and his vest The florid evening vanish'd into night:
Like snow at sun-rise on the mountain's crest; Then burst the hurricane upon the vale,
Yet so benignly beautiful his form,
His look was love, his salutation, Peace!'
-"Tis He, the Prince of Seraphim, who drove The rocks were rent, the mountains trembled round; Our banish'd feet from Eden's happy grove;' Never, since Nature into being came,
| Adam, my Life, my Spouse, awake!' she cried ; Had such mysterious motion shook her frame: • Return to Paradise ; behold thy Guide! We thought, ingulf'd in floods, or wrapt in fire, O let me follow in this dear embrace! The world itself would perish with our Sire. She sunk, and on his bosom hid her face.
Adam look'd up; his visage changed its hue, “ Amidst this war of elements, within
Transform'd into an Angel's at the view: More dreadful grew the sacrifice of sin,
"I come !' he cried, with faith's full triumph fired, Whose victim on his bed of torture lay,
And in a sigh of ecstacy expired. Breathing the slow remains of life away.
The light was vanish’d, and the vision fled; Erewhile, victorious faith sublimer rose
We stood alone, the living with the dead; Beneath the pressure of collected woes :
The ruddy embers, glimmering round the mom, But now his spirit waver'd, went and came, Display'd the corpse amidst the solemn gloom; Like the loose vapor of departing flame,
But o'er the scene a holy calm reposed, Till at the point, when comfort seem'd to die
The gate of heaven had open'd there, and closed. For ever in his fix'd unclosing eye, Bright through the smouldering ashes of the man, “ Eve's faithful arm still clasp'd her lifeless Spouse, The saint brake forth, and Adam thus began : Gently I shook it, from her trance to rouse;
She gave no answer; motionless and cold, "L'Oye, that shudder at this awful strife,
It fell like clay from my relaxing hold; This wrestling agony of Death and Life,
Alarm’d, I lifted up the locks of grey Think not that He, on whom my soul is cast,
That hid her cheek; her soul had passed away: Will leave me thus forsaken to the last.
A beauteous corse, she graced her partner's side; Nature's infirmity alone you see ;
Love bound their lives, and Death could not divide My chains are breaking, I shall soon be free; Though firm in God the Spirit holds her trust, “Trembling astonishment of grief we felt, The flesh is frail, and trembles into dust.
Till Nature's sympathies began to melt; Horror and anguish seize me ;-'t is the hour We wept in stillness through the long dark night; Of darkness, and I mourn beneath its power; -And 0 how welcome was the morning light!" The Tempter plies me with his direst art, I feel the Serpent coiling round my heart;
1 Paradise Lost, Book XI, v. 238..
On Adam's rustic altar, moss-o'ergrown,
An unwrought mass of earth-imbedded stone,
The earth first drank the blood of innocence,
Foremost, amidst the group, was Enoch seen,
On him the Priest's mysterious office lay,
And him had Adam, with expiring breath, They stopt, and o'er the turf inclosure wept,
Ordain'd to offer yearly, from his death, Where, side by side, the First-Created slept: A victim on that mountain, whence the skies It seem'd as if a voice, with still small sound,
Had first inhaled the fumes of sacrifice.
In Adam's coat of skins array'd he stands,
To smite the victim sporting in his view.
Behind him Seth, in majesty confest, O let our children bless us in our grave,
The World's great Elder, tower'd above the rest. And man forgive the wrong that God forgave!”
Serenely shone his sweet and solemn eye, Thence to the altar Enoch turn'd his face ;
Like the sun reigning in the western sky;
|Though nine slow centuries by stealth had shed But Javan linger'd in that burying-place,
Grey hairs, the crown of glory, on his head, A scene sequester'd from the haunts of men,
In hardy health he rear'd his front sublime, The loveliest nook of all that lovely glen,
Like the green aloe, in perennial prime, Where weary pilgrims found their last repose :
When full of years it shoots forth all its bloom, The little heaps were ranged in comely rows,
And glads the forest through the inmost gloom; With walks between, by friends and kindred trod,
So, in the blossom of a good old age,
"Flourish'd amidst his sons that peerless sage.
The fathers of the World before the Flood :
-Enos, who taught mankind, on solemn days, Yet not a hillock moulder'd near that spot,
In sacred groves, to meet for prayer and praise, By one dishonor'd, or by all forgot;
And warn'd idolaters to lift their eye, To some warm heart the poorest dust was dear, From sun and stars, to Him who made the sky : From some kind eye the meanest claim'd a tear; -Canaan and Malaliel, of whom alone, And of the living, by affection led,
Their age, of all that once they were, is known : Were wont to walk in spirit with their dead, -Jared, who, full of hope beyond the tomb, Where no dark cypress cast a doleful gloom, Hallow'd his offspring from the Mother's womb,' No blighting yew shed poison o'er the tomb, And Heaven received the Son that Parent gave, But, white and red with intermingling flowers, He walk'd with God, and overstept the grave; The graves look'd beautiful in sun and showers.
-A mighty pilgrim in the vale of tears,
To the last circle of the life of man:
To wring slow blessings from the accursed soil, Why linger'd Jayan in that lone retreat ?
Ere yet to dress his vineyards, reap his corn, The shrine of her that bare him drew his feet;
And comfort him in care, was Noah born, Trembling he sought it, fearing to behold
Who in a later age, by signal grace, A bed of thistles, or unsightly mould;
Survived to renovate the human race; But lo! the turf, which his own hands had piled,
Both worlds, by sad reversion, were his due, With choicest flowers and richest verdure smiled :
|The Orphan of the old, the Father of the new. By all the glen, his mother's couch of rest, In his default, was visited and blest.
These, with their families on either hand, He kneelid, he kiss'd it, full of love and woe; Aliens and exiles in their native land, His heart was where his treasure lay, below; The few who loved their Maker from their youth, And long he tarried, ere, with heav'nward eyes, And worshipp'd God in spirit and in truth; He rose, and hasten'd to the sacrifice.
These stood with Enoch All had fix'd their eyes
On him, and on the Lamb of sacrifice,
1 The name of Enoch, the son of Jared, is derived from chaWhose open summit, rising o'er the trees,
nac, to dedicate. Caught the cool fragrance of the evening breeze,
2 And he called his name Noah, saying. This name shall The Patriarchal worshippers were met;
comfort us concerning our work, and toil of our hands, because The Lamb was brought, the wood in order set of the ground which the Lord hath cursed.-Gen. v, v. 29.