After the priests the musicians, one hundred chosen men of skill, making strange deep harmonies in a noble and measured rhythm, marching ten and ten abreast, in ten ranks; and as they came on, the light streaming from the porch of the palace caught their silver ornaments and the strange shapes of their instruments in broken reflections between the twilight and the glare of the lamps.

Behind these came the singers,—­of young boys two hundred, of youths a hundred, and of bearded men also a hundred; the most famous of all that sang praises to Bel in the land of Assur.  Ten and ten they marched, with ordered ranks and step in time to the massive beat of the long-drawn measure.

"Mighty to rule the day, great in his glory and the
pride of his heat,
Shooting great bolts of light into the dark earth,
turning death into life,
Making the seed to grow, strongly and fairly, high
in furrow and field,
Making the heart of man glad with his gladness,
rideth over the dawn
Bel, the prince, the king of kings.

“Hotly his flaming hair, streaming with brightness,
and the locks of his beard
Curl’d into clouds of heat, sweeping the heavens,
spread all over the sky: 
Who shall abide his face, fearful and deadly, when
he devours the land,
Angry with man and beast, horribly raging, hungry
for sacrifice? 
Bel, the prince, the king of kings.

“Striding his three great strides, out of the morning
through the noon to the night,
Cometh he down at last, ready for feasting, ready
for sacrifice: 
Then doth he tread the wine, purple and golden,
foaming deep in the west;
Shinar is spread for him, spread as a table, Assur
shall be his seat: 
Bel, the prince, the king of kings.

“Bring him the fresh-slain flesh, roast it with fire,
with the savour of salt,
Pour him the strength of wine, chalice and goblet,
trodden for him alone: 
Raise him the song of songs, cry out in praises, cry
out and supplicate
That he may drink delight, tasting our off’ring, hearing
our evening song: 
Bel, the prince, the king of kings.

“So, in the gentle night, when he is resting,
peace descendeth on earth;
High in the firmament, where his steps led him,
gleam the tracks of his way: 
Where the day felt his touch, there the night also
breaketh forth into stars,
These are the flowers of heaven, garlands of blossoms,
growing to weave his crown: 
Bel, the prince, the king of kings.

“Hail! thou king of the earth, hail!  Belteshazzar,
hail! and for ever live! 
Born of the gods on high, prince of the nations,
ruling over the world: 
Thou art the son of Bel, full of his glory, king over
death and life;
Let all the people bow, tremble and worship, bow
them down and adore
The prince of Bel, the king of kings."_

As the musicians played and the singers sang, they divided their ranks and came and stood on each side of the broad marble staircase; and the priests had done so before them, but the chief priest stood alone on the lowest step.