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Of Wisdom, Pity's altar stood:
Love for hate and tears for blood.
The Fathomless has care for meaner things
Than thou canst dream, and has made pride for those
Who would be what they may not, or would seem
That which they are not.
But raised above Of thee and me, the future and the past; But look on that which cannot change -the One,
thy fellow men By thought, as I by power. Ahasuerus. Thou sayest so. The unborn and the undying. Mahmud. Thou art an adept in the and ocean, difficult lore
Of Greek and Frank philosophy; thou numberest
Space, and the isles of life or light that
The sapphire floods of interstellar air,
Thou severest element from element;
The flowers, and thou measurest the This firmament pavilioned upon chaos,
The monarch and the slave of this low With all the silent or tempestuous work
And all its narrow circles-it is much- By which they have been, are, or cease I honour thee, and would be what thou to be,
Is but a vision ;-all that it inherits Were I not what I am; but the unborn Are motes of a sick eye, bubbles and dreams;
Cradled in fear and hope, conflicting Thought is its cradle and its grave, nor less
Who shall unveil? Nor thou, nor I, The future and the past are idle shadows nor any Of thought's eternal flight-they have no being:
Mighty or wise. I apprehended not What thou hast taught me, but I now perceive
Nought is but that which feels itself to
That thou art no interpreter of dreams;
Mahmud. What meanest thou? Thy
Can make the future present-let it come!
What can they
Moreover thou disdainest us and ours; Thou art as God, whom thou contem- On Heaven above me. platest. avail ? Ahasuerus. Disdain thee?--not the They cast on all things surest, brightest, worm beneath my feet! best,
Doubt, insecurity, astonishment.
The shock of crags shot from strange
Which is the absent to the present. And crash of brazen mail as of the
Reason, Imagination, cannot die;
Alone, and its quick elements, Will, Of adamantine mountains- -the mad Passion,
Of trumpets, and the neigh of raging steeds,
And shrieks of women whose thrill jars the blood,
Fall of vast bastions and precipitous towers,
The stuff whence mutability can weave
The coming age is shadowed on the past
Wild, wilder thoughts
convulse My spirit Did not Mahomet the Second
Empires, and superstitions. What has As of a joyous infant waked and playing thought With its dead mother's breast, and now more loud
To do with time, or place, or circumstance?
The mingled battle-cry,-ha! hear I
Wouldst thou behold the future?-ask and have!
Knock and it shall be opened — look
"'Ev TOÚTų viKn." "Allah-illah-Allah!”
And in that ghastly breach the
Like giants on the ruins of a world,
Thou wouldst ask
that giant spirit
Glimmers a kingless diadem, and one
The written fortunes of thy house and Of regal port has cast himself beneath The stream of war. Another proudly
faith. Thou wouldst cite one out of the grave to tell
How what was born in blood must die.
Ahasuerus. What succeeds?
In golden arms spurs a Tartarian barb
How cities, on which Empire sleeps
Bow their towered crests to mutability.
Poised by the flood, e'en on the height The foliage in which Fame, the eagle, thou holdest,
Her aërie, while Dominion whelped below.
The storm is in its branches, and the frost
Is on its leaves, and the blank deep
Oblivion on oblivion, spoil on spoil,
Thou mayst now learn how the full tide of power
Ebbs to its depths.-Inheritor of glory, Conceived in darkness, born in blood, and nourished
With tears and toil, thou seest the mortal
Of that whose birth was but the same.
Of the To-come; yet wouldst thou commune with
That portion of thyself which was ere thou
Didst start for this brief race whose crown is death,
Dissolve with that strong faith and fervent passion
Which called it from the uncreated deep, Yon cloud of war, with its tempestuous phantoms
Of raging death; and draw with mighty will
The imperial shade hither.
[Exit AHASUERUS. Approach! Phantom. I come Thence whither thou must go! The grave is fitter
To take the living than give up the dead;
Yet has thy faith prevailed, and I am Of its last spasms.
A throne for thee, round which thine empire lies
Boundless and mute; and for thy subjects thou,
Like us, shalt rule the ghosts of murdered life,
The phantoms of the powers who rule thee now
Hang round my throne on the abyss, and voices
Of strange lament soothe my supreme
Mutinous passions, and conflicting fears, And hopes that sate themselves on dust and die !
Wailing for glory never to return.—
A later Empire nods in its decay : The autumn of a greener faith is come, And wolfish change, like winter, howls to strip
Stript of their mortal strength, as thou of thine.
Islam must fall, but we will reign to
Over its ruins in the world of death :And if the trunk be dry, yet shall the seed
Unfold itself even in the shape of that Which gathers birth in its decay. Woe! woe!
Spirit, woe to all! The heavy fragments of the power which Woe to the wronged and the avenger ! fell Woe
To the weak people tangled in the grasp
When I arose, like shapeless crags and To the destroyer, woe to the destroyed! clouds, Woe to the dupe, and woe to the deceiver !
Woe to the oppressed, and woe to the oppressor!
Woe both to those that suffer and inflict; Those who are born and those who die! but say,
Imperial shadow of the thing I am, When, how, by whom, Destruction must accomplish
Phantom. Ask the cold pale Hour, Rich in reversion of impending death, When he shall fall upon whose ripe gray hairs
Never to be attained.-I must rebuke
Sit Care, and Sorrow, and Infirmity-
[Exit MAHMUD. Shout in the jubilee The Greeks
Are as a brood of lions in the net Leaves in his flight from ravaged heart Round which the kingly hunters of the
Over the heads of men, under which Stand smiling. Anarchs, ye whose burthen
They bow themselves unto the grave: Are curses, groans, and gold, the fruit of death
He leans upon his crutch, and talks of From Thule to the girdle of the world, Come, feast! the board groans with the flesh of men;
To come, and how in hours of youth renewed
He will renew lost joys, and
The cup is foaming with a nation's blood, Famine and Thirst await! eat, drink, and die!
Voice without. Victory! Victory! [The Phantom vanishes. Mahmud. What sound of the importunate earth has broken My mighty trance?
Voice without. Victory! Victory! Mahmud. Weak lightning before darkness! poor faint smile
Of dying Islam! Voice which art the
Victorious Wrong, with vulture scream, Salutes the risen sun, pursues the flying day!
I saw her, ghastly as a tyrant's dream, Perch on the trembling pyramid of night, Beneath which earth and all her realms pavilioned lay
Of hollow weakness! Do I wake and
In visions of the dawning undelight.
Were there such things, or may the un-
Vexed by the wise mad talk of the old Dare not to prey beneath the crescent's Jew,
Have shaped itself these shadows of its fear?
Impale the remnant of the Greeks! despoil!
It matters not!-for nought we see or dream,
Violate! make their flesh cheaper than dust!
Possess, or lose, or grasp at, can be
More than it gives or teaches. Come The herald of the ill in splendour hid! what may,
Thou echo of the hollow heart
The future must become the past, and I
Of monarchy, bear me to thine abode
This gloomy crag of time to which I Oh, bear me to those isles of jagged cloud cling, Which float like mountains on the Seemed an Elysian isle of peace and joy earthquake, mid
The momentary oceans of the lightning, At
Of those dawn-tinted deluges of fire
In the thunder night!
Cry peace, and that means death when
The wonder, or the terror, or the tomb
Of all whose step wakes Power lulled in her savage lair:
But Greece was as a hermit child, Whose fairest thoughts and limbs were built
To woman's growth, by dreams so
She knew not pain or guilt;
Ho, there! bring torches, sharpen those And now, O Victory, blush! and Empire red stakes,
When ye desert the free-
These chains are light, fitter for slaves
Torments, or contumely, or the sneers
Can break the heart where it abides.
Can change with its false times and
Than Greeks. Kill! plunder! burn! A wreck, yet shall its fragments relet none remain.
If numbers, wealth, or unfulfilling years,
Like hope and terror,—
And Truth, who wanderest lone and
length they wept aloud, and cried, "The Sea! the Sea!" Through exile, persecution, and despair,
Rome was, and young Atlantis shall become
Before the dazzled eyes of Error,
Repulse, with plumes from con-
Led the ten thousand from the limits of
And build themselves again impregnably
To Amphionic music on some Cape
Which frowns above the idle foam of
Semichorus I. Let the tyrants rule the desert they have made;
Let the free possess the paradise they claim;
Be the fortune of our fierce oppressors
If thou canst veil thy lie-consuming Our dead shall be the seed of their
With our ruin, our resistance, and our name!
Our survivors be the shadow of their pride,
Our adversity a dream to pass awayTheir dishonour a remembrance to abide!
Voice without. Victory! Victory!
Through many an hostile Anarchy! The keys of ocean to the Islamite.—