EPILOGUE.

EPILOGUE.

FIRST SPEAKER, as David.

1.

On the first of the Feast of Feasts,

The Dedication Day,

When the Levites joined the Priests
At the Altar in robed array,
Gave signal to sound and say,—

2.

When the thousands, rear and van,

Swarming with one accord,

Became as a single man,

(Look, gesture, thought and word)

In praising and thanking the Lord,—

3.

When the singers lift up their voice,
And the trumpets made endeavour,
Sounding, "In God rejoice!"
Saying, "In Him rejoice

Whose mercy endureth for ever!".

4.

Then the Temple filled with a cloud,
Even the House of the Lord;

Porch bent and pillar bowed:

For the presence of the Lord,

In the glory of His cloud,

Had filled the House of the Lord.

SECOND SPEAKER, as Renan.

Gone now! All gone across the dark so far,

Sharpening fast, shuddering ever, shutting still, Dwindling into the distance, dies that star

Which came, stood, opened once! We gazed our fill

With upturned faces on as real a Face

That, stooping from grave music and mild fire,

Took in our homage, made a visible place

Through many a depth of glory, gyre on gyre,

For the dim human tribute. Was this true?
Could man indeed avail, mere praise of his,
To help by rapture God's own rapture too,

Thrill with a heart's red tinge that pure pale bliss? Why did it end? Who failed to beat the breast,

And shriek, and throw the arms protesting wide,
When a first shadow showed the star addressed
Itself to motion, and on either side
The rims contracted as the rays retired;

The music, like a fountain's sickening pulse,
Subsided on itself; awhile transpired

Some vestige of a Face no pangs convulse,
No prayers retard; then even this was gone,
Lost in the night at last. We, lone and left
Silent through centuries, ever and anon
Venture to probe again the vault bereft
Of all now save the lesser lights, a mist

Of multitudinous points, yet suns, men say—
And this leaps ruby, this lurks amethyst,

But where may hide what came and loved our clay?

How shall the sage detect in yon expanse

The star which chose to stoop and stay for us? Unroll the records! Hailed ye such advance Indeed, and did your hope evanish thus? Watchers of twilight, is the worst averred ?

We shall not look up, know ourselves are seen,