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Thalaba the Destroyer

Thalaba the Destroyer

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Prophet led,
“And pointed to the multitude,
“And as again they shouted out
“Great is the King! a God upon the Earth!”
“Turned with a threatful smile to Houd,
“Say they aright, O Prophet? is the King
“Great upon earth, a God among mankind?”
“The Prophet answered not,
“His eye rolled round the infinite multitude,
“And into tears he burst.

“Sudden an uproar rose,
“A cry of joy below,
“The Messenger is come!
“Kail from Mecca comes,
“He brings the boon obtained!”
“Forth as we went we saw where overhead
“There hung a deep black cloud,
“On which the multitude
“With joyful eyes looked up
“And blest the coming rain.
“The Messenger addrest the King
“And told his tale of joy.
“To Mecca I repaired,
“By the Red Hillock knelt
“And called on God for rain.
“My prayer ascended and was heard;
“Three clouds appeared in heaven.
“One white, and like the flying cloud of noon,
“One red as it had drunk the evening beams,
“One black and heavy with its load of rain.
“A voice went forth from heaven
“Chuse Kail of the three!”
“I thanked the gracious Power,
“And chose the black cloud, heavy with its wealth.”
“Right! right! a thousand tongues exclaimed,
“And all was merriment and joy.
“Then stood the Prophet up and cried aloud,
“Woe, woe, to Irem! woe to Ad!
Death is gone up into her palaces!
“Woe! woe! a day of guilt and punishment,
“A day of desolation!”
“As he spake
“His large eye rolled in horror, and so deep
“His tone, it seemed some Spirit from within
“Breathed thro’ his moveless lips[18] the unearthly voice.
“All looks were turned to him. “O Ad!” he cried,
“Dear native land, by all rememberances
“Of childhood, by all joys of manhood dear;
“O Vale of many Waters! morn and night
“My age must groan for you, and to the grave
“Go down in sorrow. Thou wilt give thy fruits,
“But who shall gather them? thy grapes will ripen,
“But who shall tread the wine-press? Fly the wrath,
“Ye who would live and save your souls alive!
“For strong is his right hand that bends the Bow,
“The Arrows that he shoots are sharp,
“And err not from their aim!”[19]
“With that, a faithful few
“Prest thro’ the throng to join him. Then arose
“Mockery and mirth; “go bald head!” and they mixed
“Curses with laughter. He set forth, yet once
“Looked back,—his eye fell on me, and he called
“Aswad!”... it startled me,... it terrified,...
“Aswad!” again he called,... and I almost
“Had followed him. O moment fled too soon!
“O moment irrecoverably lost!
“The shouts of mockery made a coward of me;
“He went, and I remained, in fear of Man!”
“He went, and darker grew
“The deepening cloud above.
“At length it opened, and.... O God! O God!
“There were no waters there!
“There fell no kindly rain!
“The Sarsar from its womb went forth,
“The Icy Wind of Death.”
“They fell around me, thousands fell around,
“The King and all his People fell.
“All! all! they perished all!
“I ... only I ... was left.
“There came a Voice to me and said,
“In the Day of Visitation,
“In the fearful Hour of Judgement,
“God hath remembered thee.”
“When from an agony of prayer I rose
“And from the scene of death
“Attempted to go forth,
“The way was open, I beheld
“No barrier to my steps.
“But round these bowers the Arm of God
“Had drawn a mighty chain,
“A barrier that no human force might break.
“Twice I essayed to pass.
“With that the voice was heard,
“O Aswad be content, and bless the Lord!
“One righteous deed hath saved
“Thy soul from utter death.
“O Aswad, sinful man!
“When by long penitence
“Thou feelest thy soul prepared,
“Breathe up the wish to die,
“And Azrael comes, obedient to the prayer.”
“A miserable man
“From Earth and Heaven shut out,
“I heard the dreadful voice.
“I looked around my prison place,
“The bodies of the dead were there,
“Where’er I looked they lay.
“They mouldered, mouldered here,...
“Their very bones have crumbled into dust,
“So many years have past!
“So many weary ages have gone by!
“And still I linger here!
“Still groaning with the burthen of my sins
“Have

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