We are equal and free! was the watchword that spirited the legions of Satan, We are equal and free! is the double lie that entrappeth to him conscripts from earth: The messengers of that dark despot will pander to thy license and thy pride, And draw thee from the crowd where thou art safe, to seize thee in the solitary desert. Woe unto him whose heart the syren song of Liberty hath charmed; He is free toward God and good; but to all else a bondman. Thou art in a middle sphere, to render and receive honour, If thy king commandeth, obey; and stand not in the way with rebels; traitor, For the universe acquitteth thee with honour, fighting in defence of thy king. If a thief break thy dwelling, and thou take him, it were sin in thee to let him go; Yea, though he pleadeth to thy mercy, thou canst not spare him and be blameless; For his guilt is not only against thee, it is not thy moneys or thy mer chandise, But he hath done damage to the law, which duty constraineth thee to sanction. Feast not thine appetite of vengeance, remembering thou also art a man, But weep for the sad compulsion, in which the chain of Providence hath bound thee: Mercy is not thine to give; wilt thou steal another's privilege? Or send abroad among thy neighbours, a felon whom impunity hath hardened? Remember the Roman father, strong in his stern integrity, And let not thy slothful self-indulgence make thee a conniver at the crime. Also, if the knife of the murderer be raised against thee or thine, And through good Providence and courage, thou slay him that would have slain thee, Thou losest not a tittle of thy rectitude, having executed sudden justice; Still mayst thou walk among the blessed, though thy hands be red with blood. For thyself, thou art neither worse nor better; but thy fellows should count thee their creditor: Thou hast manfully protected the right, and the right is stronger for thy deed. Also, in the rescuing of innocence, fear not to smite the ravisher; She that lieth in thy bosom, the tender wife of thy affections, Yea, break stones upon the highway, acknowledging the Lord in thy lot, mighty. Thou that despisest the outward forms, beware thou lose not the inward spirit; For they are as words unto ideas, as symbols to things unseen. A horse knoweth his rider, be he confident or timid, And the fierce spirit of Bucephalus stoopeth unto none but Alexander; The tigress roused in the jungle by the prying spaniels of the fowler, Will quail at the eye of man, so he assert his dignity; Nay, the very ships, those giant swans breasting the mighty waters, And yet, in travelling the world, hast thou not often known A gallant host led on to ruin by a feeble Xerxes? Hast thou not often seen the wanton luxury of indolence Hath emptied the vial of confusion over a thousand homes: Alas! for the palaces and hovels, that might have been nurseries for heaven, By hot intestine broils blighted into schools for hell: None knoweth his place, yet all refuse to serve, None weareth the crown, yet all usurp the sceptre : And perhance some fiercer spirit, of natural nobility of mind, That needed but the kindness of constraint to have grown up great and good, Now, the rich harvest of his heart choked by unweeded tares,— All bold to dare and do, unchecked by wholesome fear, A scoffer about bigotry and priestcraft, a rebel against government and God, Brandishing the torch of discord in his village-home: And the timid Eli of the house, yon humble parish-priest, The mother, heart-stricken years agone, hath dropped into an early grave; A kingdom is a nest of families, and a family a small kingdom; But and if he yieldeth up the reins, it is weak in discordant anarchy, The authorized supremacy of one, the prescriptive subjection of many : Obeying, even as a god, the royal father of Cathay : Therefore, to this our day, the Rechabite wanteth not a man, (1o) OF REST. (") In the silent watches of the night, calm night that breedeth thoughts, (') Then I noted adders in the grass, and pitfalls under the flowers, And chasms yawned among the hills, and the ground was cracked and slippery : But Hope and her brother Fear suffered not a foot to linger; Bright phantoms of false joys beckoned alluringly forward, While yelling grisly shapes of dread came hunting on behind : And ceaselessly, like Lapland swarms, that miserable crowd sped along To the mist-involved banks of a dark and sullen river. There saw I, midway in the water, standing a giant fisher, And he held many lines in his hand, and they called him Iron Destiny. So I tracked those subtle chains, and each held one among the multitude: Then I understood what hindered, that they rested not in their path: For the fisher had sport in his fishing, and drew in his lines continually, And the new-born babe, and the aged man, were dragged into that dark river: And he pulled all those myriads along, and none might rest by the way, Till many, for sheer wearinsss, were eager to plunge into the drowning stream. So I knew that valley was Life, and it sloped to the waters of Death. Sabbath, And it seemed they would have told me much, but they might not break that silence; For the law of their being was mystery: they glided on, hushing as they went. Yet further, under the sun, at the roots of purple mountains, And far as the eye could reach, were millions of happy creatures Then the hill whereon I stood split asunder, and a crater yawned at my feet, Dimly was the darkness lit up by spires of distant flame : And I saw below a moving mass of life, like reptiles bred in corruption, Where all was terrible unrest, shrieks and groans and thunder. So I woke, and I thought upon my dream: for it seemed of wisdom's ministration. What man is he that findeth rest, though he hunt for it year after year |