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wanton　gale；　Whence；　and　whither；　dost　thou　fly；　Through　this　bleak　autumnal　sky？　On　a　noble　oak　I　grew；　Green；　and　broad；　and　fair　to　view；　But　the　Monarch　of　the　shade　By　the　tempest　low　was　laid。　From　that　time；　I　wander　o'er　Wood；　and　valley；　hill；　and　moor；　Wheresoe'er　the　wind　is　blowing；　Nothing　caring；　nothing　knowing：　Thither　go　I；　whither　goes；　Glory's　laurel；　Beauty's　rose。　。。。　De　ta　tige　detachee；　Pauvre　feuille　dessechee　Ou　vas　tu？Je　n'en　sais　rien。　L'orage　a　frappe　le　chene　Qui　seul　etait　mon　soutien。　De　son　inconstante　haleine；　Le　zephyr　ou　l'aquilon　Depuis　ce　jour　me　promene　De　la　foret　a　la　plaine；　De　la　montagne　au　vallon。　Je　vais　ou　le　vent　me　mene；　Sans　me　plaindre　ou　m'effrayer；　Je　vais　ou　va　toute　chose　Ou　va　la　feuille　de　rose　Et　la　feuille　de　laurier。　。。。

DIES　IRAE。　（1826。）　On　that　great；　that　awful　day；　This　vain　world　shall　pass　away。　Thus　the　sibyl　sang　of　old；　Thus　hath　holy　David　told。　There　shall　be　a　deadly　fear　When　the　Avenger　shall　appear；　And　unveiled　before　his　eye　All　the　works　of　man　shall　lie。　Hark！　to　the　great　trumpet's　tones　Pealing　o'er　the　place　of　bones：　Hark！　it　waketh　from　their　bed　All　the　nations　of　the　dead；　In　a　countless　throng　to　meet；　At　the　eternal　judgment　seat。　Nature　sickens　with　dismay；　Death　may　not　retain　its　prey；　And　before　the　Maker　stand　All　the　creatures　of　his　hand。　The　great　book　shall　be　unfurled；　Whereby　God　shall　judge　the　world；　What　was　distant　shall　be　near；　What　was　hidden　shall　be　clear。　To　what　shelter　shall　I　fly？　To　what　guardian　shall　I　cry？　Oh；　in　that　destroying　hour；　Source　of　goodness；　Source　of　power；　Show　thou；　of　thine　own　free　grace；　Help　unto　a　helpless　race。　Though　I　plead　not　at　thy　throne　Aught　that　I　for　thee　have　done；　Do　not　thou　unmindful　be；　Of　what　thou　hast　borne　for　me：　Of　the　wandering；　of　the　scorn；　Of　the　scourge；　and　of　the　thorn。　JESUS；　hast　THOU　borne　the　pain；　And　hath　all　been　borne　in　vain？　Shall　thy　vengeance　smite　the　head　For　whose　ransom　thou　hast　bled？　Thou；　whose　dying　blessing　gave　Glory　to　a　guilty　slave：　Thou；　who　from　the　crew　unclean　Didst　release　the　Magdalene：　Shall　not　mercy　vast　and　free；　Evermore　be　found　in　thee？　Father；　turn　on　me　thine　eyes；　See　my　blushes；　hear　my　cries；　Faint　though　be　the　cries　I　make；　Save　me　for　thy　mercy's　sake；　From　the　worm；　and　from　the　fire；　From　the　torments　of　thine　ire。　Fold　me　with　the　sheep　that　stand　Pure　and　safe　at　thy　right　hand。　Hear　thy　guilty　child　implore　thee；　Rolling　in　the　dust　before　thee。　Oh　the　horrors　of　that　day！　When　this　frame　of　sinful　clay；　Starting　from　its　burial　place；　Must　behold　thee　face　to　face。　Hear　and　pity；　hear　and　aid；　Spare　the　creatures　thou　hast　made。　Mercy；　mercy；　save；　forgive；　Oh；　who　shall　look　on　thee　and　live？　。。。

THE　MARRIAGE　OF　TIRZAH　AND　AHIRAD。　（1827。）　GENESIS　VI。　3。　　　　It　is　the　dead　of　night：　Yet　more　than　noonday　light　Beams　far　and　wide　from　many　a　gorgeous　hall。　Unnumbered　harps　are　tinkling；　Unnumbered　lamps　are　twinkling；　In　the　great　city　of　the　fourfold　wall。　By　the　brazen　castle's　moat；　The　sentry　hums　a　livelier　note。　The　ship…boy　chaunts　a　shriller　lay　From　the　galleys　in　the　bay。　Shout；　and　laugh；　and　hurrying　feet　Sound　from　mart　and　square　and　street；　From　the　breezy　laurel　shades；　From　the　granite　colonnades；　From　the　golden　statue's　base；　From　the　stately　market…place；　Where；　upreared　by　captive　hands；　The　great　Tower　of　Triumph　stands；　All　its　pillars　in　a　blaze　With　the　many…coloured　rays；　Which　lanthorns　of　ten　thousand　dyes　Shed　on　ten　thousand　panoplies。　But　closest　is　the　throng；　And　loudest　is　the　song；　In　that　sweet　garden　by　the　river　side；　The　abyss　of　myrtle　bowers；　The　wilderness　of　flowers；　Where　Cain　hath　built　the　palace　of　his　pride。　Such　palace　ne'er　shall　be　again　Among　the　dwindling　race　of　men。　From　all　its　threescore　gates　the　light　Of　gold　and　steel　afar　was　thrown；　Two　hundred　cubits　rose　in　height　The　outer　wall　of　polished　stone。　On　the　top　was　ample　space　For　a　gallant　chariot　race；　Near　either　parapet　a　bed　Of　the　richest　mould　was　spread；　Where　amidst　flowers　of　every　scent　and　hue　Rich　orange　trees；　and　palms；　and　giant　cedars　grew。　In　the　mansion's　public　court　All　is　revel；　song；　and　sport；　For　there；　till　morn　shall　tint　the　east；　Menials　and　guards　prolong　the　feast。　The　boards　with　painted　vessels　shine；　The　marble　cisterns　foam　with　wine。　A　hundred　dancing　girls　are　there　With　zoneless　waists　and　streaming　hair；　And　countless　eyes　with　ardour　gaze；　And　countless　hands　the　measure　beat；　As　mix　and　part　in　amorous　maze　Those　floating　arms　and　bounding　feet。　But　none　of　all　the　race　of　Cain；　Save　those　whom　he　hath　deigned　to　grace　With　yellow　robe　and　sapphire　chain；　May　pass　beyond　that　outer　space。　For　now　within　the　painted　hall　The　Firstborn　keeps　high　festival。　Before　the　glittering　valves　all　night　Their　post　the　chosen　captains　hold。　Above　the　portal's　stately　height　The　legend　flames　in　lamps　of　gold：　〃In　life　united　and　in　death　〃May　Tirzah　and　Ahirad　be；　〃The　bravest　he　of　all　the　sons　of　Seth；　〃Of　all　the　house　of　Cain　the　loveliest　she。〃　Through　all　the　climates　of　the　earth　This　night　is　given　to　festal　mirth。　The　long　continued　war　is　ended。　The　long　divided　lines　are　blended。　Ahirad's　bow　shall　now　no　more　Make　fat　the　wolves　with　kindred　gore。　The　vultures　shall　expect　in　vain　Their　banquet　from　the　sword　of　Cain。　Without　a　guard　the　herds　and　flocks　Along　the　frontier　moors　and　rocks　From　eve　to　morn　may　roam：　Nor　shriek；　nor　shout；　nor　reddened　sky；　Shall　warn　the　startled　hind　to　fly　From　his　beloved　home。　Nor　to　the　pier　shall　burghers　crowd　With　straining　necks　and　faces　pale；　And　think　that　in　each　flitting　cloud　They　see　a　hostile　sail。　The　peasant　without　fear　shall　guide　Down　smooth　canal　or　river　wide　His　painted　bark　of　cane；　Fraught；　for　some　proud　bazaar's　arcades；　With　chestnuts　from　his　native　shades；　And　wine；　and　milk；　and　grain。　Search　round　the　peopled　globe　to…night；　Explore　each　continent　and　isle；　There　is　no　door　without　a　light；　No　face　without　a　smile。　The　noblest　chiefs　of　either　race；　From　north　and　south；　from　west　and　east；　Crowd　to　the　painted　hall　to　grace　The　pomp　of　that　atoning　feast。　With　widening　eyes　and　labouring　breath　Stand　the　fair…haired　sons　of　Seth；　As　bursts　upon　their　dazzled　sight　The　endless　avenue　of　light；　The　bowers　of　tulip；　rose；　and　palm；　The　thousand　cressets　fed　with　balm；　The　silken　vests；　the　boards　piled　high　With　amber；　gold；　and　ivory；　The　crystal　founts　whence　sparkling　flow　The　richest　wines　o'er　beds　of　snow；　The　walls　where　blaze　in　living　dyes　The　king's　three　hundred　victories。　The　heralds　point　the　fitting　seat　To　every　guest　in　order　meet；　And　place　the　highest　in　degree　Nearest　th'　imperial　canopy。　Beneath　its　broad　and　gorgeous　fold；　With　naked　swords　and　shields　of　gold；　Stood　the　seven　princes　of　the　tribes　of　Nod。　Upon　an　ermine　carpet　lay　Two　tiger　cubs　in　furious　play；　Beneath　the　emerald　throne　where　sat　the　signed　of　God。　Over　that　ample　forehead　white　The　thousandth　year　returneth。　Still；　on　its　commanding　height；　With　a　fierce　and　blood…red　light；　The　fiery　token　burneth。　Wheresoe'er　that　mystic　star　Blazeth　in　the　van　of　war；　Back　recoil　before　its　ray　Shield　and　banner；　bow　and　spear；　Maddened　horses　break　away　From　the　trembling　charioteer。　The　fear　of　that　stern　king　doth　lie　On　all　that　live　beneath　the　sky：　All　shrink　before　the　mark　of　his　despair；　The　seal　of　that　great　curse　which　he　alone　can　bear。　Blazing　in　pearls　and　diamonds'　sheen。　Tirzah；　the　young　Ahirad's　bride；　Of　humankind　the　destined　queen；　Sits　by　her　great　forefather's　side。　The　jetty　curls；　the　forehead　high；　The　swan　like　neck；　the　eagle　face；　The　glowing　cheek；　the　rich　dark　eye；　Proclaim　her　of　the　elder　race。　With　flowing　locks　of　auburn　hue；　And　features　smooth；　and　eye　of　blue；　Timid　in　love　as　brave　in　arms；　The　gentle　heir　of　Seth　askance　Snatches　a　bashful；　ardent　glance　At　her　majestic　charms；　Blest　when　across　that　brow　high　musing　flashes　A　deeper　tint　of　rose；　Thrice　blest　when　from　beneath　the　silken　lashes　Of　her　proud　eye　she　throws　The　smile　of　blended　fondness　and　disdain　Which　marks　the　daughters　of　the　house　of　Cain。　All　hearts　are　light　around　the　hall　Save　his　who　is　the　lord　of　all。　The　painted　roofs；　the　attendant　train；　The　lights；　the　banquet；　all　are　vain。　He　sees　them　not。　　His　fancy　strays　To　other　scenes　and　other　days。　A　cot　by　a　lone　forest's　edge；　A　fountain　murmuring　through　the　trees；　A　garden　with　a　wildflower　hedge；　Whence　sounds　the　music　of　the　bees；　A　little　flock　of　sheep　at　rest　Upon　a　mountain's　swarthy　breast。　On　his　rude　spade　he　seems　to　lean　Beside　the　well　remembered　stone；　Rejoicing　o'er　the　promised　green　Of　the　first　harvest　man　hath　sown。　He　sees　his　mother's　tears；　His　father's　voice　he　hears；　Kind　as　when　first　it　praised　his　youthful　skill。　And　soon　a　seraph…child；　In　boyish　rapture　wild；　With　a　light　crook　comes　bounding　from　the　hill；　Kisses　his　hands；　and　strokes　his　face；　And　nestles　close　in　his　embrace。　In　his　adamantine　eye　None　might　discern　his　agony；　But　they　who　had　grown　hoary　next　his　side；　And　read　his　stern　dark　face　with　deepest　skill；　Could　trace　strange　meanings　in　that　lip　of　pride；　Which　for　one　moment　quivered　and　was　still。　No　time　for　th