The crowd is climbing up the sacred hill With loud acclaim and music - shall we see Jehovah's irreversible decree Dogged into hiding by the Roman's will? Shall this proud king our Lord's own words gainsay? Nay - by that burst of sudden fire which sears The uplifted hand of labour! by the fears Of that vast crowd! By Christ and Moses, nay! The Apostate challenged God on His own ground; And as His prophet struck the fifties down, The baffled servants of that older crown - So now His flames their dazzled sense confound; For none but He, who did the like before, Shall change the story of Araunah's floor. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A POET, WHO WOULD HAVE ME PRAISE CERTAIN BAD POETS, IMITATORS ... by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS IN A GONDOLA by ROBERT BROWNING A SEA SONG by ALLAN CUNNINGHAM ONCE BY THE PACIFIC by ROBERT FROST TO ALTHEA, FROM PRISON by RICHARD LOVELACE YOU LINGERING SPARSE LEAVES OF ME by WALT WHITMAN |