25. 
So, near the throne, amid the gorgeous feast,
Sheathed in resplendent arms, or loosely dight 4010
To luxury, ere the mockery yet had ceased
That lingered on his lips, the warrior’s might
Was loosened, and a new and ghastlier night
In dreams of frenzy lapped his eyes; he fell
Headlong, or with stiff eyeballs sate upright 4015
Among the guests, or raving mad did tell
Strange truths; a dying seer of dark oppression’s hell.

26. 
The Princes and the Priests were pale with terror;
That monstrous faith wherewith they ruled mankind,
Fell, like a shaft loosed by the bowman’s error, 4020
On their own hearts:  they sought and they could find
No refuge—­’twas the blind who led the blind! 
So, through the desolate streets to the high fane,
The many-tongued and endless armies wind
In sad procession:  each among the train 4025
To his own Idol lifts his supplications vain.

27. 
‘O God!’ they cried, ’we know our secret pride
Has scorned thee, and thy worship, and thy name;
Secure in human power we have defied
Thy fearful might; we bend in fear and shame 4030
Before thy presence; with the dust we claim
Kindred; be merciful, O King of Heaven! 
Most justly have we suffered for thy fame
Made dim, but be at length our sins forgiven,
Ere to despair and death thy worshippers be driven. 4035

28. 
’O King of Glory! thou alone hast power! 
Who can resist thy will? who can restrain
Thy wrath, when on the guilty thou dost shower
The shafts of thy revenge, a blistering rain? 
Greatest and best, be merciful again! 4040
Have we not stabbed thine enemies, and made
The Earth an altar, and the Heavens a fane,
Where thou wert worshipped with their blood, and laid
Those hearts in dust which would thy searchless works have weighed?

29. 
’Well didst thou loosen on this impious City 4045
Thine angels of revenge:  recall them now;
Thy worshippers, abased, here kneel for pity,
And bind their souls by an immortal vow: 
We swear by thee! and to our oath do thou
Give sanction, from thine hell of fiends and flame, 4050
That we will kill with fire and torments slow,
The last of those who mocked thy holy name,
And scorned the sacred laws thy prophets did proclaim.’

30. 
Thus they with trembling limbs and pallid lips
Worshipped their own hearts’ image, dim and vast, 4055
Scared by the shade wherewith they would eclipse
The light of other minds;—­troubled they passed
From the great Temple;—­fiercely still and fast
The arrows of the plague among them fell,
And they on one another gazed aghast, 4060
And through the hosts contention wild befell,
As each of his own god the wondrous works did tell.