City, prophet

God's prophet Jeremias."

And the

Held forth his right hand and gave

66

unto me

A sword of gold; and giving it he said: Take thou this holy sword, a gift from God,

And with it thou shalt wound thine

Wait.

Its hateful aspect

Insults us with the bitter memories
Of other days.
Judas.

Wait; it shall disappear And vanish as a cloud. First let us cleanse

The Sanctuary. See, it is become Waste like a wilderness. Its golden gates

Wrenched from their hinges and consumed by fire;

Shrubs growing in its courts as in a forest;

Upon its altars hideous and strange idols;

And strewn about its pavement at my feet

Its Sacred Books, half burned and painted o'er

With images of heathen gods.
Jews.
Woe! woe!
Our beauty and our glory are laid waste!
The Gentiles have profaned our holy
places!

(Lamentation and alarm of trumpets.) Judas. This sound of trumpets, and this lamentation,

The heart-cry of a people toward the heavens,

Stir me to wrath and vengeance. Go, my captains;

I hold you back no longer. Batter

down

The citadel of Antiochus, while here

We sweep away his altars and his gods.

salem.

JEWS.

Whose presence is corruption; to be with them

Degrades us and deforms the things we do.

Jason. I never made a boast, as some men do,

Of my superior virtue, nor denied The weakness of my nature, that hath made me

Subservient to the will of other men.

Judas. Upon this day, the five andtwentieth day

Of the month Caslan, was the Temple here

Profaned by strangers, - by Antiochus And thee, his instrument. Upon this day

Shall it be cleansed. Thou, who didst lend thyself

Unto this profanation, canst not be
A witness of these solemn services.
There can be nothing clean where thou
art present.

The people put to death Callisthenes, Who burned the Temple gates; and if they find thee

Will surely slay thee. I will spare thy life

To punish thee the longer. Thou shalt wander

Among strange nations. Thou, that hast cast out

nor,

Are babes in battle, and this dreadful Jew

Will rob me of my kingdom and my

crown.

My elephants shall trample him to dust; I will wipe out his nation, and will

make

"We pray thee The realm

hasten thy return. Is falling from thee. gone from us

tomb!

The victories of Judas Maccabæus
Form all our annals. First he overthrew
Thy forces at Beth-horon, and passed on,
And took Jerusalem, the Holy City.
And then Emmaus fell; and then Beth-
sura;

Ephron and all the towns of Galaad,
And Maccabæus marched to Carnion."
Ant. Enough, enough! Go call my
chariot-men;

We will drive forward, forward, without ceasing,

Until we come to Antioch. My captains,

This unseen weapon. God of Israel, Since all the other gods abandon me, Help me. I will release the Holy City, Garnish with goodly gifts the Holy Temple.

Thy people, whom I judged to be unworthy

To be so much as buried, shall be equal Unto the citizens of Antioch.

I will become a Jew, and will declare Through all the world that is inhabited The power of God!

Philip. He faints. It is like death.

bear him

Into the camp, while yet he lives.

Ant. 0 Philip, Into what tribulation am I come! Alas! I now remember all the evil That I have done the Jews; and for this

cause

These troubles are upon me, and behold I perish through great grief in a strange land.

Philip. Antiochus ! my King!
Ant.

Nay, King no longer. Take thou my royal robes, my signetring,

My crown and sceptre, and deliver them

the Illus

[Dies.

THE FUGITIVE.

Tartar Song from the Prose Version of Chodzko.

I.

"HE is gone to the desert land!
I can see the shining mane
Of his horse on the distant plain,
As he rides with his Kossak band!

"Come back, rebellious one!
Let thy proud heart relent;
Come back to my tall, white tent,
Come back, my only son!

"Thy hand in freedom shall
Cast thy hawks, when morning breaks,
On the swans of the Seven Lakes,
On the lakes of Karajal.

"I will give thee leave to stray And pasture thy hunting steeds In the long grass and the reeds Of the meadows of Karaday.

"I will give thee my coat of mail,
Of softest leather made,
With choicest steel inlaid;
Will not all this prevail?

II.

"This hand no longer shall

On the swans of the Seven Lakes,
On the lakes of Karajal.

"I will no longer stray
And pasture my hunting steeds
In the long grass and the reeds
Of the meadows of Karaday.

"Though thou give me thy coat of mail,
Of softest leather made,
With choicest steel inlaid,
All this cannot prevail.

"What right hast thou, O Khan,
To me, who am mine own,
Who am slave to God alone,
And not to any man?

"God will appoint the day
When I again shall be
By the blue, shallow sea,
Where the steel-bright sturgeons play.