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One should not say, with too much pride,
Fountain, I will not drink of thee!
Nor were it grateful to forget

That from these reservoirs and tanks
Even imperial Shakespeare drew
His Moor of Venice, and the Jew,
And Romeo and Juliet,

And many a famous comedy."

Then a long pause; till some one said,
"An Angel is flying overhead!"

At these words spake the Spanish Jew,
And murmured with an inward breath:
"God grant, if what you say be true,
It may not be the Angel of Death!"
And then another pause; and then,
Stroking his beard, he said again :
"This brings back to my memory
A story in the Talmud told,

That book of gems, that book of gold,
Of wonders many and manifold,

A tale that often comes to me,

And fills my heart, and haunts my brain,
And never wearies nor grows old.”

THE SPANISH JEW'S TALE.

THE LEGEND OF RABBI BEN LEVI.

RABBI BEN LEVI, on the Sabbath, read
A volume of the Law, in which it said,
"No man shall look upon my face and live."
And as he read, he prayed that God would give

His faithful servant

grace

with mortal eye

To look upon His face and yet not die.

Then fell a sudden shadow on the page,
And, lifting up his eyes, grown dim with age,
He saw the Angel of Death before him stand,
Holding a naked sword in his right hand.
Rabbi Ben Levi was a righteous man,

Yet through his veins a chill of terror ran. With trembling voice he said, "What wilt thou here?"

The angel answered, "Lo! the time draws near When thou must die; yet first, by God's de

cree,

Whate'er thou askest shall be granted thee."

Replied the Rabbi, "Let these living eyes
First look upon my place in Paradise."

Then said the Angel, “Come with me and look.” Rabbi Ben Levi closed the sacred book,

And rising, and uplifting his gray head,

"Give me thy sword," he to the Angel said,
"Lest thou shouldst fall upon me by the way."
The angel smiled and hastened to obey,
Then led him forth to the Celestial Town,
And set him on the wall, whence, gazing down,
Rabbi Ben Levi, with his living eyes,
Might look upon his place in Paradise.

Then straight into the city of the Lord

The Rabbi leaped with the Death-Angel's sword, And through the streets there swept a sudden breath

Of something there unknown, which men call

death.

Meanwhile the Angel stayed without, and cried, "Come back!" To which the Rabbi's voice re

plied,

"No! in the name of God, whom I adore,
I swear that hence I will depart no more!"

Then all the Angels cried, "O Holy One,
See what the son of Levi here hath done'
The kingdom of Heaven he takes by violence,
And in Thy name refuses to go hence!"
The Lord replied, "My Angels, be not wroth;
Did e'er the son of Levi break his oath?
Let him remain; for he with mortal eye
Shall look upon my face and yet not die."

Beyond the outer wall the Angel of Death Heard the great voice, and said, with panting breath,

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"Give back the sword, and let me go my way.' Whereat the Rabbi paused, and answered, “Nay! Anguish enough already hath it caused

Among the sons of men." And while he paused

He heard the awful mandate of the Lord Resounding through the air, "Give back the

sword!"

The Rabbi bowed his head in silent prayer;
Then said he to the dreadful Angel, “Swear
No human eye shall look on it again;
But when thou takest away the souls of men,
Thyself unseen, and with an unseen sword,

Thou wilt perform the bidding of the Lord." The Angel took the sword again, and swore, And walks on earth unseen forevermore.

INTERLUDE.

He ended and a kind of spell
Upon the silent listeners fell.

His solemn manner and his words
Had touched the deep, mysterious chords
That vibrate in each human breast
Alike, but not alike confessed.
The spiritual world seemed near ;
And close above them, full of fear,
Its awful adumbration passed,

A luminous shadow, vague and vast.
They almost feared to look, lest there,
Embodied from the impalpable air,
They might behold the Angel stand,
Holding the sword in his right hand.

At last, but in a voice subdued,
Not to disturb their dreamy mood,
Said the Sicilian: "While you spoke,
Telling your legend marvellous,
Suddenly in my memory woke

The thought of one, now gone from us,➡
An old Abate, meek and mild,

My friend and teacher, when a child,
Who sometimes in those days of old

The legend of an Angel told,
Which ran, as I remember, thus."

THE SICILIAN'S TALE.

KING ROBERT OF SICILY.

ROBERT of Sicily, brother of Pope Urbane
And Valmond, Emperor of Allemaine,
Apparelled in magnificent attire,

With retinue of many a knight and squire,
On St. John's eve, at vespers, proudly sat
And heard the priests chant the Magnificat.
And as he listened, o'er and o'er again
Repeated, like a burden or refrain,

He caught the words, "Deposuit potentes
De sede, et exaltavit humiles ;

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And slowly lifting up his kingly head

He to a learned clerk beside him said,

"What mean these words?" The clerk made an

swer meet,

"He has put down the mighty from their seat,
And has exalted them of low degree."
Thereat King Robert muttered scornfully,
""T is well that such seditious words are sung
Only by priests and in the Latin tongue ;
For unto priests and people be it known,
There is no power can push me from my throne!"
And leaning back, he yawned and fell asleep,
Lulled by the chant monotonous and deep.

When he awoke, it was already night;

The church was empty, and there was no light, Save where the lamps, that glimmered few and

faint,

Lighted a little space before some saint.

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