O teeming brood

Against the full Monsoon.

Of hollow councils impotent to good!

O fullsailed bark! GOD's Curse thy bearing wind,

And Sacrilege thy freight. Strange pregnant scene, While boldness mocks at judgment, and behind

Rises an Awful Form! May I be clean!

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JUDGMENT.

CXXXIV.

SIGHT AGAINST FAITH.

"And Lot went out, and spake unto his sons-in-law, that married his daughters, and said, Up! get you out of this place; for the Lord will destroy this city. But he seemed as one that mocked unto his sons-in-law."

"SUNK not the sun behind yon dusky hill
Glorious as he was wont? The starry sky
Spread o'er the earth in quiet majesty,
Discern'st thou in its clear deep aught of ill?
Or in this lower world, so fair and still,

Its palaces and temples towering high ;
Or where old Jordan, gliding calmly by,
Pours o'er the misty plain his mantle chill?

Dote not of fear, old man, where all is joy; And heaven and earth thy augury disown; And Time's eternal course rolls smoothly on, Fraught with fresh blessings as day follows day. The All-bounteous hath not given to take away; The All-wise hath not created to destroy."

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CXXXV.

PROSPERITY.

"When they shall say, Peace and safety, then sudden destruction cometh upon them."

WHEN mirth is full and free,

Some sudden gloom shall be ;

When haughty power mounts high,

The Watcher's axe is nigh.

All growth has bound; when greatest found,
It hastes to die.

When the rich town, that long

Has lain its huts among,

Rears its new structures vast,

And vaunts,-it shall not last!

Bright tints that shine are but a sign
Of summer past.

And when thine eye surveys,

With fond adoring gaze,

And yearning heart, thy friend,

Love to its grave doth tend.

All gifts below, save Truth, but grow

Towards an end.

CXXXVI.

FAITH AGAINST SIGHT.

"As it was in the days of Lot, so shall it be also in the days of the Son of man."

THE world has cycles in its course, when all
That once has been, is acted o'er again :
Not by some fated law, which need appal

Our faith, or binds our deeds as with a chain; But by men's separate sins, which blended still The same bad round fulfil.

Then fear ye not, though Gallio's scorn ye see,

And soft clad nobles count you mad, true hearts! These are the fig-tree's signs ;-rough deeds must be,

Trials and crimes: so learn ye well your parts. Once more to plough the earth it is decreed,

And scatter wide the seed.

TRADE.

CXXXVII.

TYRE.

HIGH on the stately wall

The spear of Arvad hung ;

Through corridor and hall

Gemaddin's war-note rung.

Where are they now? the note is o'er;
Yes! for a thousand years and more

Five fathom deep beneath the sea
Those halls have lain all silently;

Nought listing save the mermaid's song,

While rude sea-monsters roam the corridors along.

Far from the wondering East

Tubal and Javan came.

And Araby the blest,

And Kedar, mighty name