THEY say, "The man is false, and falls away": Yet sighs my soul in secret for their pride; Tears are mine hourly food, and night and day I plead for them, and may not be denied. They say, "His words unnerve the warrior's hand, And dim the statesman's eye and disunite The friends of Israel"; yet, in every land, My words, to Faith, are Peace, and Hope, and Might. They say, "The frenzied one is fain to see Glooms of his own; and gathering storms afar;— But dungeons deep, and fetters strong have we." Alas! Heaven's lightning would ye chain and bar? Ye scorners of th' Eternal! wait one hour; In His seer's weakness ye shall see His power. |