“’Then shall the mighty mourn. 
                                Should I forbear,
That have been patient?  I will not forbear! 
For yet,’ saith He, ’the weak cry out; for yet
The little ones do languish; and the slave
Lifts up to Me his chain.  I therefore, I
Will hear them.  I by death will scatter you;
Yea, and by death will draw them to My breast,
And gather them to peace. 
                            “‘But yet,’ saith He,
‘Repent, and turn you.  Wherefore will ye die?’

“Turn then, O turn, while yet the enemy
Untamed of man fatefully moans afar;
For if ye will not turn, the doom is near. 
Then shall the crested wave make sport, and beat
You mighty at your doors.  Will ye be wroth? 
Will ye forbid it?  Monsters of the deep
Shall suckle in your palaces their young,
And swim atween your hangings, all of them
Costly with broidered work, and rare with gold
And white and scarlet (there did ye oppress,—­
There did ye make you vile); but ye shall lie
Meekly, and storm and wind shall rage above,
And urge the weltering wave.

“‘Yet,’ saith thy God,
‘Son,’ ay, to each of you He saith, ’O son,
Made in My image, beautiful and strong,
Why wilt thou die?  Thy Father loves thee well. 
Repent and turn thee from thine evil ways,
O son! and no more dare the wrath of love. 
Live for thy Father’s sake that formed thee. 
Why wilt thou die?’ Here will I make an end.”

Now ever on his dais the dragon lay,
Feigning to sleep; and all the mighty ones
Were wroth, and chided, some against the woe,
And some at whom the sorcerer they had named,—­
Some at their fellows, for the younger sort,—­
As men the less acquaint with deeds of blood,
And given to learning and the arts of peace
(Their fathers having crushed rebellion out
Before their time)—­lent favorable ears. 
They said, “A man, or false or fanatic,
May claim good audience if he fill our ears
With what is strange:  and we would hear again.”

The Leader said, “An audience hath been given. 
The man hath spoken, and his words are naught;
A feeble threatener, with a foolish threat,
And it is not our manner that we sit
Beyond the noonday”; then they grandly rose,
A stalwart crowd, and with their Leader moved
To the tones of harping, and the beat of shawms,
And the noise of pipes, away.  But some were left
About the Master; and the feigning snake
Couched on his dais. 
                       Then one to Japhet said,
One called “the Cedar-Tree,” “Dost thou, too, think
To reign upon our lands when we lie drowned?”
And Japhet said, “I think not, nor desire,
Nor in my heart consent, but that ye swear
Allegiance to the God, and live.”  He cried,
To one surnamed “the Pine,”—­“Brother, behooves
That deep we cut our names in yonder crag. 
Else when this youth returns, his sons may ask