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100 Where, through iron grates, he heard Poor disciples of the Word
Preach of Christ arisen!
Not in vain, Confessor old,
Of thy day of trial ;
Pours its sevenfold vial.
Happy he whose inward ear 110 Angel comfortings can hear,
O'er the rabble's laughter;
Of the good hereafter.
115 Knowing this, that never yet
In the world's wide fallow;
Reap the harvests yellow.
Thus, with somewhat of the Seer,
From the Future borrow; Clothe the waste with dreams of grain, 125 And, on midnight's sky of rain,
Paint the golden morrow!
THE TWO RABBIS.
The Rabbi Nathan, twoscore years and ten,
Met a temptation all too strong to bear, 5 And miserably sinned. So, adding not
With sackcloth, and with ashes on his head, 10 Making his
grayer. Long he prayed,
Behold the royal preacher's words: “ A friend 15 Loveth at all times, yea, unto the end;
And for the evil day thy brother lives."
Rabbi Ben Isaac, who all men excels
Of Lebanon the small weeds that the bees
My sins before him." 12. Daughter of the Voice is the meaning of Bath-Col, which a as a sort of divination practised by the Jews when the gift of prophecy had died out. Something of the same sort of divination has been used amongst Christians when the Bible has been opened at hap-hazard and some answer expected to a questing in the first passage that meets the eye.
And he went his way Barefooted, fasting long, with many prayers ; 25 But even as one who, followed unawares,
Suddenly in the darkness feels a hand
Of words he loathes, yet cannot choose but hear, 30 So, while the Rabbi journeyed, chanting low
The wail of David's penitential woe,
Of such desires that, shuddering, he abhorred 35 Himself; and, crying mightily to the Lord
To free his soul and cast the demon out,
At length, in the low light of a spent day,
The towers of Ecbatana far away
And footsore, pausing where for some dead saint
He greeted kindly: “May the Holy One 45 Answer thy prayers, O stranger!” Whereupon
The shape stood up with a loud cry, and then,
50 Of his transgression smote him, Nathan tore
"O friend beloved, no more
55 May purge my soul, and make it white like thine.
Pity me, O Ben Isaac, I have sinned!”
Awestruck Ben Isaac stood. The desert wind
The mournful secret of his shirt of hair. 60“1 too, O friend, if not in act,” he said, “In thought have verily sinned. Hast thou not
That tears and prayers quench not, I come to thee 65 For pity and for help, as thou to me.
Pray for me, O my friend!” But Nathan cried, “. Pray thou for me, Ben Isaac!'
Side by side In the low sunshine by the turban stone
They knelt; each made his brother's woe his own, 70 Forgetting, in the agony and stress
Of pitying love, his claim of selfishness;
And, when at last they rose up to embrace, 75 Each saw Goul's pardon in his brother's face!
Long after, when his headstone gathered moss,
Hope not the cure of sin till Self is dead ;
59. Which he wore as a mortification of the flesh.
77. The targum was a paraphrase of some portion of Scriptare in the Chaidee language. It was on the margin of the most ancient targum that of Onkelos — that Rabbi Nathan srote his words.
80 Forget it in love's service, and the debt
Thou canst not pay the angels shall forget ;
THE GIFT OF TRITEMIUS.
TRITEMIUS OF HERBIPOLIS, one day,
Heard from without a miserable voice,
As of a lost soul crying out of hell.
Thereat the Abbot paused : the chain whereby
And, looking from the casement, saw below 10 A wretched woman, with gray hair a-flow,
And withered hands held up to him, who cried
She cried, “ For the dear love of Him who gave
His life for ours, my child from bondage save, 15 My beautiful, brave first-born, chained with slaves
In the Moor's galley, where the sun-smit waves
Of God!" she cried, for grief had made her bold 20 " Mock me not thus; I ask not prayers, but gold.