Elias Part 4

Whoe'er hath swayed, or yet shall sway, the world, By tongue or pen, by sword or sceptered rule, Hath served, or yet shall serve, the sovereign aim Of Him who wills the welfare of mankind; For or against, promoting still His plan, Helping, not hindering, a conquering Cause.

Gone the great Sun--set but to rise again, More glorious from a night of martyrdom; Set here to rise on realms and times untold; All worlds, G.o.d's lofty vineyards[8], visiting. 730

Linger the spirit Moon and speaking Stars[9], Crowning with light the Woman Wonderful[10].

Fair as the morn, though tearful as the eve; Risen as from the rocky sepulchre, Where slept betimes the body of her Lord; Clothed, crowned, and shod, with glory's symboling[11]; Ere winging to the vast invisible, Returning to the restful wilderness, She bides to hope, to labor, and endure, All depths, all heights, with Him inheriting. 740

Henceforth with her another Comforter, Vicegerent[12] of the vanished Majesty, Of heavenly Three, the unembodied One[13], Proceeding from the presence of the Sire, To manifest the meaning of the Son; Giver of gifts from Him, the glory-crowned, Fountain of memory and of prophecy.

After and ere,[14] Messiah's Minister, Creative hand, omnific arm of G.o.d; Holder with Christ of resurrection's key, 750 The quickener of the living and the dead.

Lamp of the worlds, life of the universe, Eternal spring of energy divine-- Life, Light, and Love, magnetic mystery, Whereby all things upheld and heavenward drawn.

Prophet still pleading[15] in the wilderness, The promise of a perfect yet to come; Proclaimer of the heavenly commonweal, Kingdom upon and yet not of the earth, Whose portal none can enter, none can see, 760 Save born anew--born of a dual birth, By mystic fatherhood and motherhood Begotten sons and daughters unto G.o.d, Whose Spirit, omnipresent, immanent, Unwearied, strives by countless ministries, By might of word, by miracle of deed, Mankind to win, wooing while hope remains.

Henceforth with her that holy gift and guide, Truth's high revealer and interpreter; Henceforth with her the Father and the Son, 770 Absent, yet present by the Comforter; Of great lights twain, the lesser, ruling night, Moon to that Sun, whose realm the rounded Day.

Resplendent night, while flame those fluent stars[16], That still a spotless brow bediadem; Circling forever round their central Light, And, Him withdrawn, repeating from afar, And gladdening with His rays a gloom-hung world.

As set that Sun, sinking in seas of blood, Sinking to soar above a mightier morrow, 780 Follow the lingering stars, save haply one[17], Through mystic night of ages sparkling lone, And speaking in high splendor things to come.

Most l.u.s.trous of the living lamps of G.o.d, 'Mid human lights, divinely luminant.

Rarest of twelve, remaining oracle, Reserved unto a wondrous destiny; Pilot of peoples, nations, tribes and tongues, Leading the lost[18] ones from captivity.

Beloved of Love--life's King, death's Conqueror, 790 Tarrying by will of Him through troubled time, Lighting the way unto eternity.

And thou, e'en thou, O Woman Wonderful!

Safe for a season from the She-Wolf's maw, Far borne, east, west, on power's imperial wings, Nourished 'neath Caesar's shield, till Caesar's sword Hath turned upon and made thee desolate.

Thou too must pa.s.s--not perish--in thy time.

Betrayed to foes without, by false within, E'en as thy Lord thou sufferest martyrdom. 800

But what avails to baffle Him or bind?

Vain, dragon, vain thy deluge of deceit, Thy flood of lies, thou false one from of old!

Vain, wrath of devils and of men combined, Bent to defile the sacred Bride of Christ.

Triumphs the Man-Child[19], heaven now summons home; Triumphs the Woman in the wilderness, 'Scaping the jaws, the hungering gates of h.e.l.l, That 'gainst the mortal part alone prevail; Body, not spirit, crushed and all o'ercome. 810

Throned upon higher worlds, she reigneth still; And here shall rise unto the regnant place, When rolls the stone upon the image doomed, When G.o.d hath fanned with fire His threshing floor.

Till then proud j.a.pheth sways[20], while Jacob mourns, Fainting 'neath yokes and fardels, prostrate, p.r.o.ne, With Judah undermost, the last of all The trampled tribes to taste of liberty.

Haply ordained a lesser power to wield, Antaeus-like[21], from touching of the ground; 820 Bent, curst, yet clutching, and by might of gold Conquering his dust-adoring conqueror[22].

For G.o.d, through all, remembers Abraham, Ordained of old His lineal house to be.

Came not the Christ their covenant to fulfill?

Who but an Israel might offer Him?

Whose hand than Judah's might Jehovah slay?

"His blood be on our head"--Ay, rests it there!

Weightier than worlds by that high death redeemed.

World-wandering Saul! Was this thy symboling: 830 The Jew struck blind that Gentile hosts might see[23]?

Predestined Israel, martyred, immolate[24], That nations, blood-besprent, might look and live; A burden-bearer for the universe, Outcast and homeless for humanity, Descending like his Lord all else below, And yet with Him to rise all else above, Extremes of woe and weal encompa.s.sing, Wisdom by sweet and bitter made more wise.

From blight springs blessing, and from darkness day; 840 E'en Canaan's neck from 'neath the yoke[25] shall come.

j.a.pheth shall feel the Spirit minister, And Jacob see and hear his risen Lord[26].

Departed now the Woman Wonderful, Gone with the spirit gift and guiding power; O'ercome, world-conquered, sinks degenerate The washed one to his wallowing in the mire[27]; A drowsy dreamer of the self-same dreams Dispelled erewhile by lightnings of her eye;

The heaven-lit torch[28] that made the pathway plain 850 O'er rugged mount, through mazy catacomb, Now dimmed with incense from Diana's shrine[29], And dashed in pieces 'gainst a pagan throne, Where prematurely changed was cross for crown, And Christ's flock fleeced by shearing compromise[30].

G.o.d still with man, though not with man's misrule; Still with the just, though Christian-pagan turn His prurient ear to fables, from the truth, And, virtueless as Judah's pharisee, And graceless as Iscariot, self-hung, 860 Parts in the midst, as wide as East from West[31], False church and faithless empire, faction-torn, Twain as the imaged legs of Babel's dream, A split colossus, fallen 'twixt Greece and Rome.

G.o.d still with man, though not with man's misrule, Never with thee, daughter of force and fraud, Mother of guile--thy refuge and thy shame!

Never with thee, thou wanton by the way, Roaming tradition's tangled wilderness, Lost in a night that seemeth to thee day; 870 In crooked paths that fain would straight appear; Warming thy withered fingers o'er the coals Alive 'mid ashes of the ancient fires, Where She was wont[32] to kindle faith, hope, love, And flash the beacon o'er a wandering world.

There holding to thy heart an empty urn, There cherishing a name, a memory, Mumbling vain prayers, "Lord, Lord," protesting still, And still forgetful of thy Lord's command!

Nay, not with thee, thou crimson courtesan[33], 880 Robed in the horrid hue of countless crimes!

Fierce dragon's maw, thrice-cruel murderess, Thy hands a-reek with blood of innocence, With blood of prophets, blood of priests and kings, Whose martyred souls sue vengeance, judgment-sworn!

Vengeance on thee, thou slaughterer of saints, Vengeance on him, thy sceptered paramour, Whose princes ten (while Mammon's host shall wail), Loathing where once they loved all l.u.s.tfully, And lived, as thou hast lived, deliciously, 890 When found no more G.o.d's wheat 'mid Satan's tares, When thou art saltless, saintless, savorless, When thou art ripened unto rottenness, Shall give thy crumbling body to be burned.

Nay, Anti-Christ, presuming tyranny, Never with thee, usurping power of sin!

Plotting to sway Jehovah's sovereignty, To rear thy throne where His alone shall stand; Perdition, warring 'gainst the Saints of G.o.d, And overcoming till the Judgment sits[34], 900 When swift-winged morn shall overtake the night, And glory lift the gloom[35] of centuries.

Meanwhile the mission of the Moonlike One[36], Brooding above the waters of the world, Stronger than storms, mightier than wind or wave, Moving on mortal seas, on human souls; Dynamic impulse of Divinity, Impelling to all action[37] wise, sublime.

That high Amba.s.sador of Elohim, The Spirit Messenger Omnipotent, 910 Declare His goings-forth, His sendings tell.

Ye patriarchs and prophets of old time!

Ye seers and bards of sacred Israel!

Elect of G.o.d, earth-wandering witnesses, Sowers on goodly and on stony ground!

Souls mercy-sent, man's erring steps to win From folly's paths of wickedness and strife, To wisdom's way of purity and peace!

Shepherds to fold and feed a wolf-torn flock, Holding the hallowed keys that loose and bind! 920 Tell me--are ye alone truth's harbingers?

Are ye alone forerunners of the Light?

Nay, for as kings and conquerors they come; Anon, as champions of democracy; Founders of faiths and stern iconoclasts; Sword, tongue and pen of progress and reform.

The fountain lights of literature, whose rays Spill their white splendor on the hills of fame; Masters of melody, whose strains awake The slumbering memories of eternity; 930 Pilgrims to continents and climes unknown, Uncurtained for the play of liberty, Now nearing the finale of her dreams, Dreams that shall waken to reality; Waste-winners; probers of the polar way; Invention's wizards, wielding magic might-- Launching fleet words on atmospheric wave, Cleaving with bird-like wing the sh.o.r.eless blue, Outspeeding speed, outblazing brilliancy, Thrilling the world with lightning's vivid wand, 940 Ruling all realms with scintillating sway; Sages in art, in science past profound, Subduing matter and exploring mind, Sounding the depths of psychic mystery, Scaling thought's pinnacles, that pierce the night, To greet the early glintings of the morn.

These also are the mighty, kin to those, Divinest of Jehovah's messengers.

Each hath his freedom, and succeeds or fails, But all subserve the Will Omnipotent. 950

What though some wayward son of Deity[38], Builder, o'erthrower, of imperial thrones, In wrongful act of rightful agency, Here drench with blood, here pave with shattered bones, To heights of crumbling power and futile fame!

Is G.o.d then mocked? Made void His vast design?

Creator foiled by creature? Vain the fear!

Speeds ne'er to earth a spoiler of His plan, Nor spares His rod a recreant messenger.

Whate'er betide, the soul that sins atones: 960 The grievous sceptre and the slaughtering sword, The bloodstained ax, the gory guillotine, The tyrant wrong, the tyrant-trampling right, Join to make justice of the direst doom.

All oracles of light, all arms of power, Preparers of the way one face before; Their strength but part of His omnipotence, Their fault G.o.d-given lest man be deified, And pride in him dethrone humility.

Declare His truth, His generations tell, 970 O'er whom the many marveled, some to say Elias, slain of Herod, lives again; While some said Jeremias[39]. Who say ye, Man-hated, though G.o.d-missioned ministers, Unctioned with fire, anointed from on High!

Guardians yet watchful o'er the widening fold!

Who say ye was your Master, Teacher, Friend?