I saw the forests, far inland Had won their old domain from men. Beneath some archway's ebon shade, The few poor hinds, who sought to gain And curse their useless toil: While gaunt hyænas nightly trooping down, With demon-laughter scare the sleeping town. The sun was high as I sprang to land And stood upon the burning sand: "God knows," I cried, "His ways are still Concealed from human ken; How this alternate good and ill Falls on the tribes of men. This place so populous and great, So blazed in ancient story, The ancient greeting on mine ear— The man I seek is here, For on your youthful cheek there glows I looked upon the seemly dress, We toiled amid the brooding heats, While strength remained to crawl, No human frame could live, and bear But help was nigh, not far before Had brought us to the resting-place, My guide stopped short; and turning round, A scrap of paper from the ground; And, "See, my son," he said As in the porch at length we stood,- This fluttering shred, we know not whence it came, Perhaps to-morrow, even here, Some hand shall trace the great Elohim's name." "Oh, if the meanest things appear (My words broke forth without control) "For His sake precious thus and dear, How shall the greatest, wisest here Despise a human soul! No hearts to our dim sight are shown, But THOU art wise and great alone, THOU knowest, blessed LORD, thine own." H. G. K. C GOD IN NATURE. "THOU turnest away thy face, and they are troubled." BEHOLD! an earthly Heaven, a realm of air, Of distance, till their outlines fade; their fields, And the horizon meets the sky, like Ocean's. Whence are these tender hues, these lights and shades, This blue transparent film, in which I see Half-hidden, half-revealed, like God's own truth That robes them with a radiance not their own? I stand alone amid the general gloom. Where now the splendour of the scene? where now And by celestial influence comes and goes. H. G. K. THE WORDS OF SCHAMYL, THE PROPHET. [WE presume there are few if any of our readers to whom the name of the Circassian prophet-warrior, SCHAMYL, is not known. His character presents that remarkable combination of sacred and secular functions, to which our modern habits in Western Europe have rendered us strange, but which was not at all uncommon in ancient times, especially in the East. In a little book on Circassia, edited by Mr M'Kenzie (London, 1854), and selected principally from a German work by Wagner, there occurs a proclamation by this remarkable man to his fellow-countrymen, which for vigour, fire, and noble daring, both of thought and expression, is unsurpassed among the records of popular eloquence. Compared with this address, the best of Napoleon's speeches to the French soldiers are mere theatrical displays; there is an air of sincerity here, and of high stern conviction, which claims brotherhood, not with the rhetoric of modern French military adventurers, but with the passionate utterances of ancient Hebrew prophets. Those of our readers who have already read the passage which we here present in a rhythmical form, will perhaps think that, like the Psalms of David, it reads better in prose than in metre; but fine poetic gems of this sort are very apt to be overlooked in a book of statistics and historical detail; so we hope that the exhibition of this rare outburst of religious poetry (for such is its proper category), in a separate poetical form, will not only gratify the taste of some readers, but secure to the composition a more distinct attention and a wider circulation.] SCHAMYL, the prophet, hath spent the night In fasting and in prayer; The Lord hath cased his soul with might, And now he comes to public light, Stern and serene he stands, as one In God; a man who feareth none; Rock-based, recks not the rushing tide, And speaks-" Ye men of Kaf,† hear me Thus God to Schamyl spake; thus he To all the Tcherkess nation. "Deem not that God with numbers dwells God dwelleth with the good; And so *This is no mere poetical figure. The modern Schamyl, like the ancient Saul, who was also at one period of his life amongst the prophets, is a tall man. was Agamemnon also among the Greeks. The Turkish name for Elbruz, the highest peak in the Caucasus, 16,000 feet high. |