Unto the shaft, and labored till the sweat
Had crept about them like a sudden thaw.
Anon they tied an eagle to a tree,
And strove at archery; or with a bear
Struggled for strength of limb. These were no slaves,
No villain's sons, to rifle passengers.
The sports being done, the winners claim'd the spoil;
Or hide, or feather, or renowned bow,
Or spotted cow, or fleet and pamper'd horse.
And then my father bless'd us, and we sang
Our sweet way home again. Oft I have ach'd
In memory of those so precious hours,
And wept upon these keys that were my pride,
And soak'd my pillow through the heavy night.
Alas! God willing, I'll be patient yet.
THE TRIUMPH OF JOSEPH
Came maidens robed in white, enchained in flowers,
Sweeping the ground with incense-scented palms;
Then came the sweetest voices of the land,
And cried, "Bow ye the knee!"-and then aloud
Clarions and trumpets broke forth in the air:
After a multitude of men-at-arms,
Of priests, of officers, of horsèd chiefs,
Came the benignant Pharaoh, whose great pride
Was buried in his smile. I did but glimpse
His car, for 'twas of burnished gold. No eye
Save that of eagles could confront the blaze
That seemed to burn the air, unless it fell
Either on sapphire or carbuncle huge
That riveted the weight. The car was drawn
By twelve jet horses, being four abreast,
And pied in their own foam. Within the car
Sat Pharoah, whose bare head was girt around
By a crown of iron; and his sable hair,
All strakey as a mane, fell where it would,
And somewhat hid his glossy, sun-brent neck
And carcanet of precious sardonyx.
His jewell'd armlets, weighty as a sword,
Clasped his brown, naked arms; a crimson robe,
Deep-edged with silver and with golden thread,
Upon a bear-skin kirtle deeply blushed,
Whose broad resplendent braids and shield-like clasps
Were bossed by diamonds large, by rubies fired,
Like beauty's eye in rage, or roses white
Lit by the glowing red. Beside him lay
A bunch of poppied corn; and at his feet
A tamèd lion as his footstool crouched.
Cased o'er in burnished plates, I, horsed, did bear
A snow-white eagle on a silver shaft,
whence great Pharaoh's royal banner streamed,
An emblem of his might and dignity;
And as the minstrelsy burst clanging forth
With shouts that broke like thunder from the host, The royal bird with kindred pride of power
Flew up the measure of his silken cord,
And arch'd his cloud-like wings as he would mount, And babble of this glory to the sun,
Then followed Joseph in a silver car,
Drawn by eight horses, white as evening clouds;
His feet were resting upon Pharaoh's sword;
And on his head a crown of drooping corn
Mock'd that of Ceres in high holiday.
His robes were simple, but were full of grace,
And (out of love and truth I speak him thus)
I never did behold a man less proud,
More dignified or grateful to admire.
His honors nothing teas'd him from himself;
And he but filled his fortunes like a man
Who did intend to honor them as much
As they could honor him.
My sons, and the children of my sons,
Jacob your father goes upon his way;
His pilgrimage is being accomplished.
Come near and hear him ere his words are o'er.
Not as my father's or his father's days,
As Isaac's days or Abraham's have been mine;
Not as the days of those that in the field
Walked at the eventide to meditate,
And haply, to the tent returning, found
Angels at nightfall waiting at their door.
They communed; Israel wrestled with the Lord.
No, not as Abraham's or as Isaac's days,
My sons, have been Jacob your father's days;
Evil and few, attaining not to theirs
In number, and in worth inferior much.
As a man with his friend, walked they with God;
In His abiding presence they abode,
And all their acts were open to His face.
But I have had to force mine eyes away,
To lose, almost to shun the thoughts I loved;
To bend down to the work; to bare the breast,
And struggle, feet and hands, with enemies;
To buffet and to battle with hard men,
With men of selfishness and violence;
To watch by day, and calculate by night;
To plot, and think of plots, and through a land
Ambushed with guile, and with strong foes beset,
To win with art safe wisdom's peaceful way.
Alas! I know and from the onset knew,
The first-born faith, the singleness of soul,
The ancient pure simplicity with which
God and good angels communèd undispleased,
Is not; it shall not any more be said,
That of a blameless and a holy kind,
The chosen race, the seed of promise comes.
The royal high prerogatives, the dower
Of innocence and perfectness of life,
Pass not unto my children from their sire,
As unto me they came of mine; they fit
Neither to Jacob nor to Jacob's race.
Think ye, my sons, in this extreme old age
And in this failing breath, that I forget
How on the day when from my father's door,
In bitterness and ruefulness of heart,
I from my parents set my face, and felt
I never more again should look on theirs;
How on that day I seemed unto myself
Another Adam from his home cast out,
And driven abroad unto a barren land
Cursed for his sake, and mocking still with thorns
And briers that labor and that sweat of brow
He still must spend to live! Sick of my days,
I wished not life, but cried out, Let me die;
But at Luz God came to me; in my heart
He put a better mind and showed me how,
While we discern it not, and least believe,
On stairs invisible, betwixt His heaven
And our unholy, sinful, toilsome earth,
Celestial messengers of loftiest good
Upward and downward pass continually.
Many, since I upon the field of Luz
Set up the stone I slept on, unto God,-
Many have been the troubles of my life;
Sins in the field, and sorrows in the tent;
In mine own household anguish and despair,
And gall and wormwood mingled with my love.
The time would fail me should I seek to tell
Of a child wronged and cruelly revenged
(Accursed was that anger, it was fierce;
That wrath, for it was cruel); or of strife
And jealousy and cowardice, with lies
Mocking a father's misery; deeds of blood,
Pollutions, sicknesses and sudden deaths.
These many things against me many times,
The ploughers have ploughed deep upon my back,
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