Their tubes as straight, their mighty mouths as round And firm, as when the rocks were first set ringing. Fresh from their unimaginable mould They might have seem'd, save that the storms had stain'd them With a rich rust, that now, with gloomy gold In the bright sunshine, beauteously engrain'd them. Breathless the gazers look'd, nigh faint for awe, Then leap'd, then laugh'd. What was it now they saw? Myriads of birds. Myriads of birds, that fill'd The trumpets all with nests and nestling voices! The great, huge, stormy music had been still'd By the soft needs that nurs'd those small, sweet noises ! O thou Doolkarnein, where is now thy wall? Compar'd with Nature's least and gentlest courses. Fears and false creeds may fright the realms awhile: But Heaven and Earth abide their time, and smile. ABRAHAM AND THE FIRE-WORSHIPPER.* A Dramatic Parable. SCENE The inside of a Tent, in which the Patriarch ABRAHAM and a Persian Traveller, a FireWorshipper, are sitting awhile after supper. Fire-Worshipper (aside). What have I said or done, that by degrees Mine host hath chang'd his gracious countenance, Have I, 'twixt wake and sleep, lost his wise lore? Would fain be sleeping? I will speak to that. If mine old eyelids droop against their will, And I become as one that hath no sense E'en to the milk and honey of thy words.— With my lord's leave, and his good servant's help, My limbs would creep to bed. *The groundwork of this story is to be found in the works of Dr. Franklin. Abraham (angrily quitting his seat). In this tent, never. Thou art a thankless and an impious man. Fire-W. (rising in astonishment). A thankless and an impious man! Oh, sir, My thanks have all but worshipp'd thee. Abraham. And whom Forgotten? like the fawning dog I feed. I waited till he bless'd mine eyes at morn, Abraham. Oh, foul idolator! And dar'st thou still to breathe in Abraham's tent? Forth with thee, wretch: for he that made thy god. And all thy tribe, and all the host of heaven, Will speak to thee this night, out in the storm, Which with his fingers he makes lightnings of. S Hark to the rising of his robes, the winds, And get thee forth, and wait him. Fire-W. [A violent storm is heard rising. What! unhous'd! old man, And on a night like this! me, poor A hundred years of age! Abraham (urging him away.) Not reverencing The God of ages, thou revoltest reverence. Fire-W. Thou hadst a father:-think of his grey hairs, Houseless, and cuff'd by such a storm as this. Abraham. God is thy father, and thou own'st not him. Fire-W. I have a wife, as aged as myself, And if she learn my death, she'll not survive it, No, not a day, she is so used to me, So propp'd up by her other feeble self. I pray thee, strike us not both down. Abraham (still urging him). God made Husband and wife, and must be own'd of them, Else he must needs disown them. Fire-W. We have children, One of them, sir, a daughter, who, next week, Will all day long be going in and out, Upon the watch for me; she, too, a wife, And will be soon a mother. Spare, O spare her! Abraham. Mine ears Are deaf to all things but thy blasphemy, And to the coming of the Lord and God, Who will this night condemn thee. [ABRAHAM pushes him out, and remains alone, speaking. For if ever God came at night-time forth upon the world, Splitting like quarries of the stony clouds, [A tremendous crash of thunder, nearly overhead, That was God's speaking in the heavens,—that last What is it shaketh thus thy servant, Lord, Terror will slay himself? Lo, the earth quakes [A dead silence; and then a still small voice. The Voice. Abraham! |