Delilah's arts; his weakness warn'd in vain, Thrice warn'd, thrice yielding to the slavish chain And still entangled when the snare was rent; The fetters forged his free-born limbs around; Hark! there are sounds of revelry and mirth. Of that far-echoing sacrificial strain : See, Gaza's eager population waits The opening of those massive temple gates. He comes! he comes! on his triumphal car, And hark again, those wild and dissonant cries 66 Hail, Dagon! thou hast fought for us and won! Hail, Dagon, hail! Where lies Manoah's son? Where is the God of Israel? let Him now Avenge His cause; and be our champion thou!" Again the gates are closed, again the din Rings through the joyous city. But within Dispersed through courts and crowded galleries, Whose spacious roof receives the welcome breeze, Behold, the choicest of Philistia's peers, The bloom of all her beauty: echoing cheers Peal through the temple of the idol god, And wine and jesting fill the vast abode, Hark yet again, one universal cry, With wailing, fills the vast of heaven: again, The dying shrieks of thousands from that fane: Again and Gaza holds her fearful breath, And all is mute as sleep, the sleep of death. To Zorah's vale full soon the tidings sped, Then first a smile of glory on her cheek Spoke of such bliss as language could not speak: She raised her overflowing eyes to heaven, And wept for joy, "My Samson is forgiven." That closed o'er Samson was unseal'd for her; And I was left my nation's peace to see Peace which my child had won, though not for me: Farewell! our circle gathers in the sky, And as they died in faith, so would I die. NINEVEH. "Opinionum commenta dies delet; naturæ judicia confirmat." CIC. de Nat. Deor. I. WOE for the land of Asshur! she who sate Queen of the nations, princess of the peers; How sits she as a widow desolate, In bitterness of soul and silent tears! Great Nineveh is fallen! Pale with fears She sits in her sepulchral greatness, hoary With lapse of unknown centuries of years; And strangers roam her haunts of sometime glory, Deciphering with pain her once transparent story. |