The Curate is waiting in the hall, To welcome the Baron and Baroness; Instead, he beholds with secret shame In his, seem made to be caressed, They lie so warm and soft and still, Like birds half hidden in a nest, Trustful, and innocent of ill. And ah! he cannot believe his ears When her melodious voice he hears Speaking his native Gascon tongue; The words she utters seem to be Part of some poem of Goudouli, They are not spoken, they are sung! And the Baron smiles, and says, "You see, I told you but the simple truth; Down in the village day by day Surely this is no heathen lass!" And in course of time the Curate learns And the Curate replies: "O profligate, And by going wrong all things come right; Things have been mended that were worse, And the worse, the nearer they are to mend. For the sake of the living and the dead, O sun, that followest the night, O Gave, that from thy hidden source Along the meadow-lands demure Stealest away to the Adour, To bless the bridegroom and the bride! The choir is singing the matin song, The doors of the church are opened wide, The people crowd, and press, and throng To see the bridegroom and the bride. They enter and pass along the nave; They stand upon the father's grave; The bells are ringing soft and slow; The living above and the dead below Give their blessing on one and twain; The warm wind blows from the hills of Spain, The birds are building, the leaves are green, And Baron Castine of St. Castine Hath come at last to his own again. FINALE. "Nunc plaudite!" the Student cried, And generous was the applause and loud, But less for him than for the sun, That even as the tale was done And filled the room with light, and made The fire of logs a painted shade. A sudden wind from out the west tent Vanished into the firmament, Only far up in the blue sky A mass of clouds, like drifted snow Like prisoners from their dungeon gloom, Like birds escaping from a snare, And no more tales were told that day. BOOK SECOND. ACT I. JUDAS MACCABÆUS. The Citadel of Antiochus at SCENE I. - ANTIOCHUS; JASON. Antiochus. O Antioch, my Antioch, my city! Queen of the East! my solace, my delight! The dowry of my sister Cleopatra When she was wed to Ptolemy, and Of their old town. Ha, ha! It makes me merry Only to think of it! - Thou dost not laugh. Jason. Yea, I laugh inwardly. Antiochus. The new Greek leaven Works slowly in this Israelitish dough! Have I not sacked the Temple, and on the altar Set up the statue of Olympian Zeus Thou hast done all this. As thou wast Joshua once and now art Jason, And from a Hebrew hast become a Greek, So shall this Hebrew nation be trans Go on, go on ! They shall be made to eat the flesh ofAnd do not tire thyself and me with bowing! Ambassador (reading). "We are a colony of Medes and Persians." Antiochus. No, ye are Jews from one of the Ten Tribes; Whether Sidonians or Samaritans Or Jews of Jewry, matters not to me; Ye are all Israelites, ye are all Jews. When the Jews prosper, ye claim kindred with them; When the Jews suffer, ye are Medes and Persians: I know that in the days of Alexander Ye claimed exemption from the annual tribute In the Sabbatic Year, because, ye said, Your fields had not been planted in that year. Ambassador (reading). "Our fathers, upon certain frequent plagues, And following an ancient superstition, Were long accustomed to observe that day Which by the Israelites is called the Sabbath, And in a temple on Mount Gerizim Without a name, they offered sacrifice. Now we, who are Sidonians, beseech thee, Who art our benefactor and our savior, Not to confound us with these wicked Jews, But to give royal order and injunction To Apollonius in Samaria, Thy governor, and likewise to Nicanor, Thy procurator, no more to molest us; And let our nameless temple now be named The Temple of Jupiter Hellenius." Antiochus. This shall be done. Full well it pleaseth me Ye are not Jews, or are no longer Jews, But Greeks; if not by birth, yet Greeks by custom. Your nameless temple shall receive the Antiochus. The life is in the blood, and the whole nation Shall bleed to death, or it shall change its faith! Jason. Hundreds have fled already to the mountains Of Ephraim, where Judas Maccabæus Hath raised the standard of revolt against thee. Antiochus. I will burn down their city, and will make it Waste as a wilderness. Its thoroughfares Shall be but furrows in a field of ashes. It shall be sown with salt as Sodom is! This hundred and fifty-third Olympiad Shall have a broad and blood-red seal The Dungeons in the Citadel. SCENE I. THE MOTHER of the SEVEN SONS alone, listening. The Mother. Be strong, my heart! Break not till they are dead, All, all my Seven Sons; then burst asunder, And let this tortured and tormented soul Leap and rush out like water through the shards Of earthen vessels broken at a well. O my dear children, mine in life and death, I know not how ye came into my womb; I neither gave you breath, nor gave you life, And neither was it I that formed the members Of every one of you. But the Creator, Who made the world, and made the heavens above us, |