Through Bethel's dim and silent grove, Nor on the rugged top of Carmel's sacred mount.

Henceforth ye nevermore may meet,
Meek learners, at your master's feet,
To gaze on that high brow, those
piercing eyes;

And hear the music of that voice
Whose lessons bade the sad rejoice,
Said to the weak, "Be strong!" and to
the dead, "Arise!"

Go, tell the startled guards that wait
In arms before the palace gate

"The Seer of Thesbe walks no more on earth:"

The king will bid prepare the feast;
And tyrant prince and treacherous priest
Will move with haughtier step, and
laugh with louder mirth.

And go to Zarephath, and say
What God's right hand hath wrought
to-day

To the pale widow and her twice-born

son:

Lo, they will weep, and rend their hair, Upstarting from their broken prayer,— "Our comforter is gone, our friend, our only one!"

Nay, deem not so! for there shall dwell A Prophet yet in Israel

To tread the path which erst Elijah trod;

He too shall mock th' oppressor's spears,
He too shall dry the mourner's tears;
Elijah's robe is his, and his Elijah's
God!

But he before the throne of grace
Hath his eternal dwelling-place;

His head is crowned with an unfading

crown;

And in the book, the awful book
On which the Angels fear to look,

The chronicle of Heaven, his name is
written down.

Too hard the flight for Passion's wings, Too high the theme for Fancy's strings; Inscrutable the wonder of the tale! Yet the false Sanhedrim will weave Wild fictions, cunning to deceive,

And hide reluctant Truth in Error's . loathly veil.

And some in after years will tell
How on the Prophet's cradle fell
Rays of rich glory, an unearthly

stream;

And some how fearful visions came
Of Israel judged by sword and flame,
That wondrous child the judge, upon
his father's dream.

Elijah in the battle's throng
Shall urge the fiery steeds along,
Hurling the lance, lifting the meteor
sword:

Elijah in the day of doom

Shall wave the censer's rich perfume, To turn the wrath aside, the veugeance of the Lord.

Vain, vain! it is enough to know
That in his pilgrimage below

He wrought Jehovah's will with steadfast zeal;

And that he passed from this our life Without the sorrow of the strife

Which all our fathers felt, which we must one day feel.

To us between the world and Heaven A rougher path, alas! is given;

Red glares the torch, dark waves the funeral pall:

The sceptred king, the trampled slave, Go down into the common grave,

And there is one decay, one nothingness for all.

It is a fearful thing to die!

To watch the cheerful day flit by
With all its myriad shapes of life and
love;

To sink into the dreary gloom
That broods forever o'er the tomb,
Where clouds are all around, though
Heaven may shine above!

But still a firm and faithful trust Supports, consoles the pure and just: Serene, though sad, they feel life's joys expire;

And bitter though the death pang be,
Their spirits through its tortures see
Elijah's car of light, Elijah's robe of
fire.

WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED
(1802-1839)

Jezebel his wife stirred up.-I. Kings xxi: 23, 25.

AND now the end of Ahab's house had come;

Yet Jehu's labor was but now begun-
A labor great as that of Hercules,
Who cleansed the Augean stable; Jehu's
task

To cleanse the deep-stained throne of
Israel,

With blood of prophets and of Naboth soiled:

To cleanse the throne so fearfully defiled;

And wash to sweetness in the blood of sons,

The land the father's folly had made foul;

Nor to restrict purgation, but to take The clotted caldron of long-seething

crimes,

And as a scullion to scour it clean
In the hot gore of bloody Jezebel.

She now of Jehu's coming having
heard,

Betook herself unto her chamber, where Grown old and withered, she bepaints her face;

Upon her head puts sparkling coronel,
With bracelets bound her wrists, with
pearls her hair
All richly twined.

Her toilet done, behold! Down in the courtyard, loud with iron noise,

Stern Jehu enters with a troop of horse; When, as upon the huntsman with his gun,

Atowards her climbing, might the mother eagle

Look from her eyrie built upon the crag, She looked down from her window to

Alone have warrant. Thirsty bloodhound, hence!

And know me now; thou, whom I long have known,

And fear me, too. I fear not thee, nor these;

Nor all the recreant bands that thou canst bring,

Deserting Ramoth-Gilead. Traitor, fly! Begone, base regicide, thou horrid bowman,

Who drew thy shaft against thy king; who slew

My boy, my son, my darling. Thou hast slain

Him. Scorpion, thou hast stung him to his death.

Infernal dragon, to thyself take wings, And to the uttermost of the wide world Begone, and Baal blast thee! May his

Like the pressed panther, nimble as the

squirrel,

Into the chamber, and there stood in shade,

Glaring with cat-like eyes. But glared not long;

For to the window back they dragged and launched her,

Sheer from the sill into the paved court, Whereto, like wounded sea-fowl from its cliff,

She headlong with wild shriek of horror fell.

Some of her blood outspurted on the wall,

And some upon the horses; and the hoofs

Of Jehu's charger trod her under foot. Then when the sated crowd had left the court,

Jehu went up into the banquet-room; There ate and drank, till, warm with wine, he said:

"Go down, and bury yon accursed