ZOPHIEL. CANTO I. I. THE time has been-this holiest records say- And from the cold and marble lips declared, Yet angels doffed their robes in radiance dyed, *The god who conducted the Hebrews sent a malignant spirit to speak from the mouth of the prophets, in order to deceive king Achab. It is useless to note this stanza, as two well-known poems have lately been founded on the same passage of the Pentateuch to which it alludes. Blest were those days!-can these dull ages boast Aught to compare? tho' now no more beguileChain'd in their darkling depths th' infernal hostWho would not brave a fiend to share an angel's smile? II. 'Twas then there lived a captive Hebrew pair; And loveliest of her line. The tear of joy- A child of passion-tenderest and best Yet not, perverted, would my words imply The distant wheels of life, while time endures, roll on But the collective ministry that fill About the soul, their all-important place- III. Yet anger, or revenge, envy or hate The damsel knew not: when her bosom burned And injury darkened the decrees of fate, She had more pitious wept to see that pain returned. Or if, perchance, tho' formed most just and pure, Such germ all mortal bosoms must immure If haply such the lovely Hebrew finds, Self knowledge wept th' abasing truth to know, IV. And such-ev'n now, in earliest youth are seen- storm." V. And yet, despite of all the gushing tear The melting tone-the darting heart-stream-proved, The soul that in them spoke, could spurn at fear Of death or danger; and had those she loved Required it at their need, she could have stood, VI. And this, at intervals in language bright Then, as young christian bard had sung, they seemed While o'er her graceful shoulders' milky swell, Nor owned Pactolus' sands more golden sheen. |