She star'd me in the face. My heart was touch'd, had it been human else? The Prophet Houd beheld, He lifted up his voice, 'Blessed art thou, young man, Blessed art thou, O Aswad, for the deed!. In the day of visitation, In the fearful hour of judgment, God will remember thee !' "The day of visitation was at hand, Would ye behold its wonders, enter in ! I have no heart to visit it! Time hath not harm'd the eternal monument; Time is not here, nor days, nor months, nor years, An everlasting Now of misery!— Ye must have heard their fame, Or likely ye have seen The mighty Pyramids, For sure those mighty piles shall overlive The feeble generations of mankind. What though unmov'd they bore the deluge weight, What though their founder fill'd with miracles, Here emerald columns o'er the marble courts To trample azure light, Like the blue pavement of the firmament. Sun of the lofty dome, Darkness hath no dominion o'er its beams; Such as in Eden's groves Yet innocent it grew; Impious! he made his boast, though heaven had hid So deep the baneful ore, That they should branch and bud for him, That art should force their blossoms and their fruit, And re-create for him whate'er Was lost in Paradise. Therefore at Shedad's voice Here towered the palm, a silver trunk, Loose from its rugged boughs. Tall as the Cedar of the mountain, here Rose the gold branches, hung with emerald leaves, That thy unhappy sons Crouch'd at this Nimrod's throne, And placed him on the pedestal of power, And laid their liberties beneath his feet, Robbing their children of the heritance Their fathers handed down. What was to him the squander'd wealth? He did but speak his will, And, like the blasting Siroc of the East, Found its way every where. I marvel not that he, whose power No earthly law, no human feeling curb'd, Mock'd at the living God! "And now the King's command went forth Here to repair, and hold high festival, Hither they came, the old man and the boy, Down on his tribe: their tents on yonder sands "Intoxicate with joy and pride, He heard their blasphemies; And in his wantonness of heart he bade And o'er the marble courts, And o'er the gorgeous rooms Glittering with gems and gold, He led the Man of God. Hath ever thought conceiv'd, Place more magnificent? Houd, they say that Heaven imparted To thy lips the words of wisdom! Look at the riches round, And value them aright, If so thy wisdom can.' The Prophet heard his vaunt, And he answer'd him, with an aweful smile, ⚫ O Shedad! only in the hour of death We learn to value things like these aright.' "Hast thou a fault to find In all thine eyes have seen?' |