THEY hear thee not, O God! nor see; Have sung in Dura's idol-shades Are with the Levites' chant ascending, On Israel's bleeding bosom set, Our wasted shrines, who weeps for them? Who mourneth for Jerusalem? A sad and thoughtful youth, I went And, standing at the altar's side, In sudden whirlwind, cloud and flams With dreadful eyes of living things, The burden of a prophet's power In dream and trance, I saw the slain In bonds and sorrow, day by day, And, listening, heard the Hebrew wait Who trembled at my warning word? Who owned the prophet of the Lord? How mocked the rude, how scoffed the vile,How stung the Levites' scornful smile THE WIFE OF MANOAH TO HER HUSBAND. A o'er my spirit, dark and slow, Yet ever at the hour I feel And thus, O Prophet-bard of old, seers Ilave felt in all succeeding years. So was it when the Holy One And meaningless the watch he kept Yet shrink not thou, whoe'er thou art, Through arches round the throne of Thy audience, worlds! -all Time to be The witness of the Truth in thee ! 109 THE WIFE OF MANOAH TO HER HUSBAND. AGAINST the sunset's glowing wall Down Eshtaol's vales of ripened grain Look, dearest ! how our fair child's head O, while beneath the fervent heat grassy bed. No angel down the blue space spoke, No thunder from the still sky broke; But in their midst, in power and awe, Like God's waked wrath, OUR CHILD I saw ! A child no more!- harsh-browed and strong, He towered a giant in the throng, And down his shoulders, broad and bare, Swept the black terror of his hair. He raised his arm; he smote amain; Again I looked. In sunlight shone Yet one knelt not; stark, gaunt, and blind, His arms the massive pillars twined, The red shrines smoked,· - the trum He stooped, · reeled, Reeled tower and fane, sank arch and wall, the giant columns And the thick dust-cloud closed o'er all! And gray old men at evening tell "And they who sing and they who hear It ceased; and though a sound I heard I bowed my face, in awe and fear, O God," I said, THY WILL Bb DONE!" THE STAR OF BETHLEHEM. WHERE Time the measure of his hours By changeful bud and blossom keeps, And, like a young bride crowned with flowers, Fair Shiraz in her garden sleeps; Where, to her poet's turban stone, The Spring her gift of flowers imparts, Less sweet than those his thoughts have sown In the warm soil of Persian hearts: There sat the stranger, where the shade Of scattered date-trees thinly lay, While in the hot clear heaven delayed The long and still and weary day. Strange trees and fruits above him hung, Strange odors filled the sultry air, Strange birds upon the branches swung, Strange insect voices murmured there. And strange bright blossoms shone around, Turned sunward from the shadowy bowers, As if the Gheber's soul had found Whate'er he saw, whate'er he heard, But Moslem graves, with turban stones, And mosque-spires gleaming white, in view, And graybeard Mollahs in low tones Chanting their Koran service through. The flowers which smiled on either hand, Like tempting fiends, were such as they Which once, o'er all that Eastern land, As gifts on demon altars lay. As if the burning eye of Baal The servant of his Conqueror knew, From skies which knew no cloudy veil, The Sun's hot glances smote him through. He ceased; for at his very feet In mild rebuke a floweret smiled, How thrilled his sinking heart to greet The Star-flower of the Virgin's child! Sown by some wandering Frank, it drew Its life from alien air and earth, And told to Paynim sun and dew The story of the Saviour's birth. From scorching beams, in kindly mood, The Persian plants its beauty screened, And on its pagan sisterhood, In love, the Christian floweret leaned. With tears of joy the wanderer felt The darkness of his long despair Before that hallowed symbol melt, Which God's dear love had nurtured there. From Nature's face, that simple flower The lines of sin and sadness swept; And Magian pile and Paynim bower In peace like that of Eden slept. Each Moslem tomb, and cypress old, Looked holy through the sunset air, And, angel-like, the Muezzin told From tower and mosque the hour of prayer |