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Why cite that law with which the bigot Jew
ye become the Druids of our time?
scaffold-altars in our land, And, consecrators of Law's darkest crime,
Urge to its loathsome work the hangman's hand! Beware—lest human nature, roused at last, From its peeled shoulder your incumbrance cast,
And, sick to loathing of your cry for blood, Rank ye with those who led their victims round The Celt's red altar and the Indian's mound, Abhorred of Earth and Heaven-a pagan
rother hood !
THE HUMAN SACRIFICE.
Far from his close and noisome cell,
By grassy lane and sunny stream, Blown clover field and strawberry dell, And green and meadow freshness, fell
The footsteps of his dream. Again from careless feet the dew
Of summer's misty morn he shook; Again with merry heart he threw. His light line in the rippling brook.
Back crowded all his school-day joys
He urged the ball and quoit again, And heard the shout of laughing boys
Come ringing down the walnut glen.
With scent of flowers and crisping hay,
A blackness in his morning light-
Built up by demon hands at night.
And, maddened by that evil sight,
of check and guidance gone,
In vain he turned the Holy Book,
He only heard the gallows-stair
Creek as the wind its timbers shook.
While still that baleful spectre stood,
“ Blood for Blood!" Between him and the pitying Heaven!
Low on his dungeon floor he knelt,
And smote his breast, and on his chain,
His hot tears fell like rain;
And tone of one whose formal part,
Unwarmed, unsoftened of the heart,
The sweat of anguish starting there-
In the dim eye's imploring stare,
Seen hideous through the long, damp hair
The choking sob and low hoarse prayer ;
Of fire-waves round the infernal wall;
The unfelt rite at length was done-
prayer unheard at length was said An hour had passed :—the noon-day sun
Smote on the features of the dead! And he who stood the doomed beside, Calm
gauger of the swelling tide Of mortal agony and fear, Heeding with curious eye and ear Whate'er revealed the keen excess Of man's extremest wretchedness : And who in that dark anguish saw
An earnest of the victim's fate,
The kindlings of Eternal hate-
Against the crime of Law, which gave
grave, Whereon Hope's moonlight never lies,
And Faith's white blossoms never wave
Beneath the dark veil which divides
Ever the living from the dead,
And Nature's solemn secret hides, The man of prayer can only draw New reasons for his bloody law; New faith in staying Murder's hand By murder at that Law's command ; New reverence for the gallows-rope, As human nature's latest hope ; Last relic of the good old time, When Power found license for its crime, And held a writhing world in check By that fell cord about its neck; Stifled Sedition's rising shout, Choked the young breath of Freedom out, And timely checked the words which sprung From Heresy's forbidden tongue ; While in its noose of terror bound, The Church its cherished union found, Conforming, on the Moslem plan, The motley-colored mind of man, Not by the Koran and the Sword, But by the Bible and the Cord!