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Glory to Thee, whatever ill befall,
" Relieved from toil, though Cain is gone to rest, For faith on thy victorious name to call;
And the turf flowers on his disburthen'd breast, Thine own eternal purposes fulfil ;
Amongst his race the murdering spirit reigns, We come, O God! to suffer all thy will."
But riots fiercest in the giants' veins.
-Sprung from false leagues, when monstrous love Refresh'd and rested, on their course they went,
combined Ere the clouds melted from the firmament;
The sons of God and daughters of mankind, Odors abroad the winds of morning breathe, Self-styled the progeny of Heaven and earth, And fresh with dew the herbage sprang beneath; Eden first gave the world's oppressors birth; Down from the hills, that gently sloped away Thence, far away, beneath the rising moon, To the broad river shining into day,
Or where the shadow vanishes at noon, They pass'd, along the brink the path they kept, The adulterous mothers from the sires withdrew: Where high aloof o'er-arching willows wept, -Nurst in luxuriant climes, their offspring grew; Whose silvery foliage glisten'd in the beam, Till, as in stature o'er mankind they tower'd, And floating shadows fringed the chequer'd stream. And giant-strength all mortal strength o'erpower'd,
To Heaven the proud blasphemers raised their eyes, Adjacent rose a myrtle-planted mound,
And scorn'd the tardy vengeance of the skies : Whose spiry top a granite fragment crown'd; On earth invincible, they sternly broke Tinctured with many-color'd moss, the stone, Love's willing bonds, and Nature's kindred yoke; Rich as a cloud of summer evening, shone
Mad for dominion, with remorseless sway, Amidst encircling verdure, that array'd
Compell’d their reptile-brethren to obey, The beauteous hillock with a cope of shade. And doom'd their human herds, with thankless toil,
Like brutes, to grow and perish on the soil, * Javan !" said Enoch,“ on this spot began Their sole inheritance, through lingering years, The fatal curse ;-man perish'd here by man: The bread of misery and the cup of tears, The earliest death a son of Adam died
The tasks of oxen, with the hire of slaves,
Dishonor'd lives, and desecrated graves.
“When war, that self-inflicted scourge of man, He heard a voice; he hid among the trees;
His boldest crime and bitterest curse,-began; Where is thy brother?_From the whirlwind came As lions fierce, as forest-cedars tall, The voice of God, amidst enfolding flame:
And terrible as torrents in their fall, - Am I my brother's keeper?' hoarse and low,
Headlong from rocks, through vales and vineyards Cain mutter'd from the copse, that I should know?'
hurld, What hast thou done?-For vengeance to the skies, These men
These men of prey laid waste the eastern world. Lo! from the dust the blood of Abel cries :
They taught their tributary hordes to wield Curst from the earth that drank his blood, with toil
The sword, red-flaming, through the death-strown Thine hand shall plow in vain her barren soil ;
field, An exile and a wanderer thou shalt be;
With strenuous arm the uprooted rock to throw, A brother's eye shall never look on thee.'
Glance the light arrow from the bounding bow,
Whirl the broad shield to meet the darted stroke, - The shuddering culprit answer'd in despair,
And stand to combat, like the unyielding oak. - Greater the punishment than flesh can bear.'
Then eye from eye with fell suspicion turn'd, -Yet shalt thou bear it; on thy brow revealid,
In kindred breasts unnatural hatred burn'd! Thus be thy sentence and thy safeguard seal'd.
| Brother met brother in the lists of strife, Silently, swiftly as the lightning's blast,
The son lay lurking for the father's life; A hand of fire athwart his temples pass'd;
With rabid instinct, men who never knew He ran, as in the terror of a dream,
Each other's face before, each other slew; To quench his burning anguish in the stream;
All tribes, all nations learn'd the fatal art, But, bending o'er the brink, the swelling wave
And every hand was arm'd to pierce a heart. Back to the eye his branded visage gave;
Nor man alone the giants' might subdued; As soon on murder'd Abel durst he look ;
- The camel, wean'd from quiet solitude, Yet power to fly his palsied limbs forsook ;
Grazed round their camps, or slow along the road, There, turn'd to stone for his presumptuous crime,
'Midst marching legions, bore the servile load. A monument of wrath to latest time,
With flying forelock and dishevell’d mane, Might Cain have stood ; but Mercy raised his head They caught the wild steed prancing o'er the plain, In prayer for help,his strength return'd, -he fled. For war or pastime rein'd his fiery force; That mount of myrtles, o'er their favorite child,
Fleet as the wind he stretch'd along the course, Eve planted, and the hand of Adam piled;
Or loudly neighing at the trumpet's sound, Yon mossy stone, above his ashes raised,
With hoofs of thunder smote the indented ground. His altar once, with Abel's offering blazed,
The enormous elephant obey'd their will, When God well plensed beheld the flames ariso,
And, tamed to cruelty with direst skill, And smiled acceptance on the sacrifice."
Roard for the battle, when he felt the goad,
And his proud lord his sinewy neck bestrode, Enoch to Javan, walking at his side,
Through crashing ranks resistloss havoc bore, Thus held discourse apart: tho youth replied;
| And writhed his trunk, and bathed his tusks in gore. « Thus while the giants trampled friends and foes, With hardy exercise, and cruel art, Amongst their tribe a mighty chieftain rose; To nerve the frame, and petrify the heart, His birth mysterious, but traditions tell
The wizard train'd his pupil, from a span, What strange events his infancy befell.
To thrice the bulk and majesty of man.
His limbs were sinewy strength: commanding grace, “A goat-herd fed his flock on many a steep,
And dauntless spirit sparkled in his face; Where Eden's rivers swell the southern deep;
His arm could pluck the lion from his prey, A melancholy man, who dwelt alone,
And hold the horn'd rhinoceros at bay; Yet far abroad his evil fame was known,
His feet o'er highest hills pursue the hind,
Or tire the ostrich buoyant on the wind.
“Yet 't was the stripling's chief delight to brave
The river's wrath, and wrestle with the wave; Call phantoms of futurity to light.
When torrent rains had swoln the furious tide, "T was said his voice could stay the falling flood, Eclipse the sun, and turn the moon to blood,
Light on the foamy surge he loved to ride ;
When calm and clear the stream was wont to flow, Roll back the planets on their golden cars, And from the firmament unfix the stars.
Fearless he dived to search the caves below.
His childhood's story, often told, had wrought
Sublimest hopes in his aspiring thought.
-Once on a cedar, from its mountain-throne His spells so potent, that his changing breath
Pluck'd by the tempest, forth he sail'd alone,
And reach'd the gulf;—with eye of eager fire, And hold communion with all Nature's soul :
And flushing cheek, he watch'd the shores retire, The name and place of every herb he knew,
Till sky and water wide around were spread; Its healing balsam, or pernicious dew:
Straight to the sun he thought his voyage led, The meanest reptile, and the noblest birth
With shouts of transport hail'd its setting light, Of ocean's caverns, or the living earth,
And follow'd all the long and lonely night: Obey'd his mandate lord of all the rest,
But ere the morning-star expired, he found Man more than all his hidden art confess'd,
His stranded bark once more on earthly ground. Cringed to his face, consulted, and revered
Tears, wrung from secret shame, suffused his eyes His oracles,—detested him, and fear'd.
When in the east he saw the sun arise ;
For bolder enterprise, as he return'd.
“ Through snares and deaths pursuing fame and In which, reflected upward to his eyes,
power, He giddily look'd down upon the skies,
He scorn'd his flock from that adventurous hour, For thus he feign'd, in his ecstatic mood,
And, leagued with monsters of congenial birth, To summon divination from the flood. >
Began to scourge and subjugate the earth. His steady view a floating object cross'd;
Meanwhile the sons of Cain, who tillid the soil, His eye pursued it till the sight was lost.
By noble arts had learn'd to lighten toil; An outcast infant in a fragile bark !
Wisely their scatter'd knowledge he combined; The river whirl'd the willow-woven ark
Yet had an hundred years matured his mind, Down tow'rds the deep; the tide returning bore Ere with the strength that laid the forest low, The little voyager unharm’d to shore :
And skill that made the iron furnace glow, Him in his cradle-ship securely bound
His genius launch'd the keel, and sway'd the helm With swathing skins, at eve the goat-herd found. (His throne and sceptre on the wat'ry realm), Nurst by that foster-sire, austere and rude,
While from the tent of his expanded sail, 'Midst rocks and glens, in savage solitude,
He eyed the heavens and flew before the gale, Among the kids, the rescued foundling grew, The first of men whose courage knew to guide Nutrition from whose shaggy dams he drew, The bounding vessel through the refluent tide. Till baby-curls his broader temples crown'd, Then swore the Giant, in his pride of soul, And torrid suns his flexile limbs embrown'd:
To range the universe from pole to pole,
To live a hero, and to die a god.
“This is the king that wars in Eden-now,
His foot hath overrun the world,-his hand And rent his way through matted woods, to tear
Smitten to dust the pride of every land : The skulking panther from his hidden lair.
The Patriarchs last, beneath his impious rod, A trodden serpent, horrible and vast,
He dooms to perish or abjure their God. Sprang on the heedless rover as he pass'd;
-O God of truth! rebuke the tyrant's rage, Limb lock'd o'er limb, with many a straitening fold And save the remnant of thine heritage." Of orbs inextricably involved, he rollid On earth in vengeance, broke the twisted toils, When Javan ceased, they stood upon the height Strangled the hissing fiend, and wore the spoils. Where first he rested on his lonely flight,
Whence to the sacred mountain far away,
Commands the song to rise in quenchless flame, The land of Eden in perspective lay.
And light the world for ever with his fame."
Thus on a mountain's venerable head,
A band of Jubal's lineage proudly sung,
Then stay'd awhile the raptures of his tongue :
A shout of horrible applause, that rent
which, beneath the Shade of ancient Trees, the Burst from the Giants,-where in barbarous state.
Adjacent, where the mountain's spacious breast
Open'd in airy grandeur to the west, “THERE is a living spirit in the Lyre,
Huge piles of fragrant cedars, on the ground, A breath of music and a soul of fire;
As altars blazed, while victims bled around, It speaks a language, to the world unknown; To gods, whose worship vanish'd with the Flood. It speaks that language to the Bard alone; .
-Divinities of brass, and stone, and wood, While warbled symphonies entrance his ears,
By man himself in his own image made; Thal spirit's voice in every lone he hears :
The fond creator to the creature pray'd! "T is his the mystic meaning to rehearse,
And he, who from the forest or the rock To utter oracles in glowing verse,
Hew'd the rough mass, adored the shapen block! Heroic themes from age to age prolong,
Then seem'd his flocks ignoble in his eyes, And make the dead in nature live in song.
His choicest herds too mean for sacrifice, Though graven rocks the warrior's deeds proclaim,
He pour'd his brethren's blood upon the pyre, And mountains, hewn to statues, wear his name;
And pass'd his sons to demons through the fire. Though, shrined in adamant, his relics lie
Exalted o'er the vassal chiefs, behold Beneath a pyramid, that scales the sky;
Their sovereign, cast in Nature's mightiest mould; All that the hand hath fashion'd shall decay;
Beneath an oak, whose woven boughs display'd All that the eye admires shall pass away ;
A verdant canopy of light and shade, The mouldering rocks, the hero's hope shall fail,
|Throned on a rock the Giant-king appears, Earthquakes shall heave the mountains to the vale,
In the full manhood of five hundred years; The shrine of adamant betray its trust,
His robe, the spoils of lions, by his might And the proud pyramid resolve to dust :
Dragg'd from their dens, or slain in chase or fight; The Lyre alone immortal fame secures,
His raven locks, unblanch'd by withering Time, For Song alone through Nature's change endures;
| Amply dishevell d o'er his brow sublime; Transfused like life, from breast to breast it glows,
His dark eyes, flush'd with restless radiance, gleam From sire to son by sure succession flows,
Like broken moonlight rippling on the stream. Speeds its unceasing flight from clime to clime,
Grandeur of soul, which nothing might appal, Outstripping Death upon the wings of Time.
And nothing satisfy if less than all,
Had stamp'd upon his air, his form, his face, "Soul of the Lyre! whose magic power can raise the horse
The character of calm and awful grace ; Inspiring visions of departed days,
But direst cruelty, by guile represt, Or, with the glimpses of mysterious rhyme,
Lurk'd in the dark volcano of his breast, Dawn on the dreams of unawaken'd Time;
In silence brooding, like the secret power Soul of the Lyre! instruct thy bard to sing
That springs the earthquake at the midnight hour. The latest triumph of the Giant-king, Who sees this day his orb of glory fillid :
From Eden's summit, with obdurate pride, -In what creative numbers shall I build,
Red from afar, the battle scene he eyed, With what exalted strains of music crown,
Where late he crush'd, with one remorseless blow, His everlasting pillar of renown?
The remnant of his last and noblest foe; Though, like the rainbow, by a wondrous birth, At hand he view'd the trophies of his toils, He sprang to light, the joy of heaven and earth; Herds, flocks, and steeds, the world's collected spoils; Though, like the rainbow,--for he cannot die, Below, his legions march'd in war array, His form shall pass unseen into the sky;
Unstain'd with blood in that unequal fray: Say, shall the hero share the coward's lot,
--Anhundred tribes, whose sons their arms had borne, Vanish from earth, ingloriously forgot ?
Without contention, from the field at morn, No! the divinity that rules the Lyre,
Their bands dividing, when the fight was won, And clothes these lips with eloquence of fire, Darkend the region towards the slanting sun,
Like clouds, whose shadows o'er the landscape sail, The envious minstrel smiled; then boldly ran
“'T was on the morn that faithless Javan fled,
Along the woods, within whose shelter lay A death on altars hateful to the skies,
The sons of Eden: '—these, with secret pride, Or life in chains, a slower sacrifice.
In ambush thus the invincible defied:
Behind, the river rolls its deep defence;
His legions smote the standards of the wood,
Lopt off their boughs, and jointed beam to beam,
Was perfected: the dire assault began.
Engirt the wood, with torches in their hands;
The signal given, they shoot them through the air ; The hero scourges not his age alone,
The blazing brands in rapid volleys glare, His curse to late posterity is known:
Descending through the gloom with spangled light, He slays his thousands with his living breath,
As if the stars were falling through the night. His tens of thousands by his fame in death.
Along the wither'd grass the wild-fire flew, Achilles quench'd not all his wrath on Greece,
Higher and hotter with obstruction grew; Through Homer's song its miseries never cease;
The green wood hiss'd; from crackling thickets broke Like Phæbus' shafts, the bright contagion brings
Light glancing flame, and heavy rolling smoke; Plagues on the people for the feuds of kings.
Till all the breadth of forest seem'd to rise "T was not in vain the son of Philip sigh'd
In raging conflagration to the skies. For worlds to conquer,-o'er the western tide,
Fresh o'er our heads the winds propitious blow, His spirit, in the Spaniard's form, o'erthrew
But roll the fierce combustion on the foe. Realms, that the Macedonian never knew.
Awhile they paused, of every hope bereft, The steel of Brutus struck not Cæsar dead;
Choice of destruction all their refuge left: Cæsar in other lands hath rear'd his head,
If from the flames they fled, behind them lay And fought, of friends and foes, on many a plain,
The river roaring to receive his prey; His millions, captured, fugitive, and slain;
If through the stream they sought the farther strand, Yet seldom suffer'd, where his country died,
Our rafts were moor'd to meet them ere they land; A Roman vengeance for his parricide.
With triple death environ'd thus they stood,
Till nearer peril drove them to the flood. The sun was sunk; the sacrificial pyres
Safe on a hill, where sweetest moonlight slept, From smouldering ashes breathed their last blue fires; As o'er the changing scene my watch I kept, The smiling star, that lights the world to rest, I heard their shrieks of agony; I hear Walk'd in the rosy gardens of the west,
Those shrieks still ring in my tormented ear; Like Eve erewhile through Eden's blooming bowers, I saw them leap the gulf with headlong fright; A lovelier star amidst a heaven of flowers.
O that mine eyes could now forget that sight! Now in the freshness of the falling shade,
They sank in multitude; but, prompt to save, Again the minstrel to the monarch play'd.
Our warriors snatch'd the stragglers from the wave, - Where is the youth renown'd?—the youth whose And on the rafts a noble harvest bore voice
of rescued heroes, captive, to the shore. Was wont to make the listening camp rejoice, When to his harp, in many a peerless strain,
"One little troop their lessening ground maintain'd, He sang the wonders of the Giant's reign;
Till space to perish in alone remain'd; Oh where is Javan ?"_Thus the bard renew'd
Then with a shout that rent the echoing air, His lay, and with a rival's transport view'd More like the shout of victory than despair, The cloud of sudden anger, that o'ercame
Wedged in a solid phalanx, man by man, The tyrant's countenance, at Javan's name; Right through the scorching wilderness they ran, Javan, whose song was once his soul's delight, Now doom'd a traitor recreant by his flight.
Vide Canto I. p. 23, and Canto III, p. 28.
Where half-extinct the smouldering fuel glow'd, O'er all were seen the cherubim of light,
Even now with Michael and his angels fought,
Before his banners through the gates of heaven, Inmoved, to meet the maniacs from the wood. While he secure the glorious garden trod, Dark as a thunder-cloud their phalanx came, And sway'd his sceptre from the mount of God. But split like lightning into forms of flame; Soon as in purer air their heads they raised
When suddenly the bard had ceased to sing, To taste the breath of heaven, their garments blazed; While all the chieftains gazed upon their king, Then blind, distracted, weaponless, yet flush'd Whose changing looks a rising storm bespoke, With dreadful valor, on their foes they rush'd; Ere from his lips the dread explosion broke, The Giants met them midway on the plain;
The trumpets sounded, and before his face Twas but a struggle of a moment;-slain, Were led the captives of the Patriarchs' race, They fell: their relics, to the flames return'd. -A lovely and a venerable band As offerings to the immortal gods were burn'd; Of young and old, amidst their foes they stand; And never did the light of morning rise
Unawed they see the fiery trial near; Upon the clouds of such a sacrifice."
They fear'd their God, and knew no other fear.'
Abruptly here the minstrel ceased to sing,
To light the dusky scene, resplendent fires, And every face was turn'd upon the king:
of pine and cedar, blazed in lofty pyres ; He, while the stoutest hearts recoil'd with fear, While from the east the moon with doubtful gleams And Giants trembled their own deeds to hear, Now tipt the hills, now glanced athwart the streams, Unmoved and unrelenting, in his mind
Till, darting through the clouds her beauteous eye, Deeds of more impious enterprise design'd: She open'd all the temple of the sky; . A dire conception labor'd in his breast;
The Giants, closing in a narrower ring, His eye was sternly pointed to the west,
By turns survey'd the prisoners and the king.
The King's Determination to sacrifice the Patriarchs The eternal fires that crest the eternal snows : 1 and their Families to his Demon-Gods.-His SenSo where the cherubim in vision turn'd
tence on Javan.-Zillah's Distress.-The Sorcerer Their flaming swords, the summit lower'd or burn'd. pretends to declare the Secret of the Birth of the And now, conspicuous through the twilight gloom, King, and proposes his Deification.-Enoch appears The glancing beams the distant hills illume, And, as the shadows deepen o'er the ground,
A. GLEAM of joy, at that expected sight, Scatter a red and wavering lustre round.
Shot o'er the monarch's brow with baleful light:
“ Behold,” thought he,“ the great decisive hour; Awhile the monarch, fearlessly amazed,
Ere morn, the sons of God shall prove my power: With jealous anger on the glory gazed;
Offer'd by me, their blood shall be the price Already had his arm in battle hurl'd
Of demon-aid to conquer Paradise.” His thunders round the subjugated world;
Thus while he threaten'd, Javan caught his view, Lord of the nether universe, his pride
And instantly his visage changed its hue; Was rein'd, while Paradise his power defied. Inflamed with rage past utterance, he frown'd, An upland isle, by meeting streams embraced, He gnash'd his teeth, and wildly glared around, It tower'd to heaven amidst a sandy waste ; As one who saw a spectre in the air, Below, impenetrable woods display'd
And durst not look upon it, nor forbear; Depths of mysterious solitude and shade;
Still on the youth, his eye, wherever cast, Above, with adamantine bulwarks crown'd,
Abhorrently return'd, and fix'd at last : Primeval rocks in hoary masses frown'd;
“ Slaves ! smite the traitor; be his limbs consign'd
To flames, his ashes scatter'd to the wind!”
He cried in tone so vehement, so loud,
Instinctively recoil'd the shuddering crowd ;
1 Je crains Dieu, cher Abner, et n'ai point d'autre crainte. E tra discreti ardor duran le brine.-F. Testi.