Class j:p„s_3^2_^ Book_xIgE-Ci- Copyright N°__l^-^_ COPYRIGHT DEPOSIT. W. IRVEN LIVELY. CLOUD RIFTS POEMS BY W. IRVEN LIVELY M PENTECOSTAL PUBLISHING CO., LOUISVILIiK, Ky. UbrtARY ot OONurttSS' t wo OoDiss Keccivei! | jUN 29. laOB I T635n ipv ^* ^* •#• J* ^^ ^* *5* ^^ »r* «^* «^ *^ *^ V* •?• •S* «3' Copyrighted. 1908 By W. Irven Lively. jrjrjrK'»f8<'9fjfaf'if'K'j^'>f84''»f3^i*'>f" CLOUD RIFTS. — To— My Mother, AV'hose influence, next to the Grac-e of God, has been the greatest factor in shaping and controlling my life, and to whose intense poetical temperament I owe whatever of literary genins I may possess, this volume is affectionately dedicated. PREFACE. It has become almost a proverb that the American people do not read poetry. There is much truth in Dhis, although perhaps the fault lies partly with the poetry as well as with the reading public. Knowing the unenviable reputation the Muses have acquired in our day, these verses are sent forth with consid- erable apprehension lest they may chance upon evil times. No one knows their faults better than does the Author. He has wept over them as a parent weeps over his erring children ^iiom he loves in spite of their faults. The writing of them has brought cheer and inspiration into many a dark day ; and they are sent forth in the hope that the reading ■of them may have a similar effect. If some heart is encouraged, some life made better, some thought ennobled by them the Author will feel well repaid. ADORATION. God of the universe, God of the whole; God of the universe, God of my soul; God of all life, God of all love, God of my soul. Who dweHest ahove ! God of the ages, God of all time, God of eternity, God only divine. God of the present, God of the past, God of my soul, While the future shall last. 1907. SAUL SOLITAIRE. Book I. The day had passed, and night had drawn its shades. The dews had settled on Gilboa's brow And left it wet with kisses of the night. Evening breathed upon the fevered earth And soothed her restless tossdngs. and she slept. But on Gilboa's height, the wonted calm Was broken by the tramp of armed men And the elang of arms; and the spectral night-bird, Flitting through the twilight on restless wing. Startled, and broke his quavering note. The jackal, bold in the thickening dusk, Called to his prowling mate with sharper cry. All day, long lines of weary, dusty men Had crept like some huge serpent o'er the plain. Where every city poured its chivalry, Marshalled around the standard of King Saul. All day the sun had looked upon the lines. And hurled his spears of light against the shield And coat of mail, until the eagle poised And bent his head to watch the changing gleams, And from his aery fastness challenged them. Now evening had hushed the wild tumult And brought repose, kind nurse to weary man. 8 Oloud Rifts. Below them lay thedr old time enemy, Tlie Philistines, avIio, with undying hate, Contended still for Dagon's ancient right, Encamped within the famous Jezreel Plain, The gateway of the East, and through winch led The broad highway which joined the Orient With Egypt and the life-producing Nile. Through this broad pass, the winding caravan Bore Egypt's golden grain and precious sweets To Asia's barren climes, and carried back The riches of the Oriental kings To fill the coffers of the land of Ham. Here, too, the nations met in sanguine fray. When rivalry between the East and West Broke out in open war. Assyria, Persia, Egypt, Syria, Babylon, And all the miglity nations. East and West, Upon this plain had poured their noblest blood. Here Sisera led his host against Israel, When heaven's planets an their courses fought, And against the oppressor turned their hands, And tapped tjlie scales of justice to the right ; And mighty Kishon, with indignation moved. Forgot his ancient boundaries, and spread A seething flood across the battle plain. And locked the rushing of the chariot wheels Until stern justice nerved a woman's hand To rid the world of one proud tyrant more. Oh Jezreel Plain ! What secrets dark and dread Saul Solitaire. 9 Lie hidden underneath thy tufted sward ! What mysteries could tiliy rocky caverns solve, Could they but break their silence, ages long, And speak and tell what they have seen and heard ! Battlefield of nations! tomb of ages! Where kingdoms, born amid war's travailings, Aro'se, blood-christened, o'er the trampled graves Of rival ones that died to give them room. If nature had not cleft the mountain chain And flung ajar the gate that barred fclie way, How much of history that had not been. Once more the plain, altar to Avar's red god. Was filled with victims for the sacrifice, But on the battle eve, no rude alarm Broke in upon the stillness of the night ; But all was peaceful as the meads through which The shepherd leads his flock at eventide. With scented breatli returning to the fold. The stars, the eyes of night, looked calmly down And shed their silvery beams impartially. Kissing the drooping face of friend and foe, As if they sought to reconcile man's hate. Naught broke the silence but the sentry's tramp, Or one among the sleeping host who dreamed. And in his dreams forgot his sword and shield. And walked among Judea's fields again, Or from his housetop watched the setting sun And felt the soft caress of loving hands Which he perchance would never feel again ; 10 Cloud Rifts. Or one whose mind with sterner thoughts engaged, Dreamed of the morrow with its clash of arms, And started up half sleeping, waking half; And in the darkness groped to find his arms, Tlien. slowly realizing that he dreamed, Sank back again, and Avith a muttered prayer Composed himself once more to troubled sleep. Majestic silence brooded o'er the scene Which, ere another day had told its course. Would change to one of carnage and of blood! Book II. I>ut while his soldiers slept, King Saul was restless, And kindly sleep refused to touch his eyes. With fevered brow he tossed upon his couch And thought of what the morrow held in store. Then his mind would turn from thoughts of what would be To what had l)een. from the unknown to the known, And Avander back with strange, resistless force, Through long neglected vistas of the past. To gather fragments of his 'by-gone life And build them up in living images. Sometimes before his fevered fancy rose Visions of Gibeah and his early home, And 'half forgotten faces clustered round. And then the scene was changed, and once again He seemed to feel the thrill of sacred awe iSaui Solitaire. 11 As Samuel poured the oil upon his head. And then, in turn, cauie all his after life; And as he brooded, anguish and remorse Burned like a deadly fever in 'his soul. The shadows round his couch pale phantoms seemed, And in everj^ corner demons lurked and leered, Until he dashed the cold drops from his brow, And, springing' from his couch, with nervous hand He grasped his spear — only to find them gone ; Then peered in every corner of the tent, And guasihed his teeth in rage and shook his spear, And when he could not find them, shrieked aloud : "Ha, coAvards! have you tied from me again? Had you but form that I might follow you, I'd chase you to your native hell again! Cowards! that under cover of the night Creep in to haunt and mock man's misery! Could you not wait until I came to you. Instead of seeking me before my time? 'Tis but a little while, could you not wait And let me live in peace while I do live? A curse upon your execrable shapes ! A thousand furies seize your trembling forms And scourge you back to torment terrible ! But if you come again, I fear you not; And you shall feel the wrath of one whose hand Has not forgotten quite its old-time power!" He ceased, and passed his hand across his brow Like one half wakened from a troubled dream, 12 Cloud Rifts. And let the spear drop from his nerveless hand, And sank with a shivering cry beside the couch And tried to pray; then, frenzied, starting up, He wildly cursed the God who wonld not hear; Then hid his face within his hands and moaned : "Oh, God! and was I born for this at last? Why did the prophet come to Gibean To seek a king among the sons of Kish? I'd give my kingdom's scepter and my crown If I could vv^ake and find that I had dreamed. And all these weary years of crime and blood Were but the idle phantasy of night, And be a youth again in Gibeah, And drink my sonl full of its peaceful rest For just one day — one single, blissful day — ^ Then breathe my life out with its setting sun. Oh, how those long lost days now haunt my mind ! When, in the pride and glow of manhood's dawn, I led the bleating flocks across the hills, Or sat beside the humble festal board And listened to the tales my elders told, Of wars and doings in the far off world. Until my pulses thrilled witJh strange wild joy; And out beyond the hills, my future life Loomed misty on the distant horizon, And in the womb of ray own consciousness I felt the quick 'ning thrill of unborn greatness. Crowns are too dear which cost the price of these; And crooks for septers but a poor exchange. Saul Solitaire. 13 And oh, that day I never can forget When Samuel poured the oil upon my head ! I sometimes dream of it, and feel again The thrill of holy awe which shook my frame As through my hair the sacred oil crept doMOi, And following the symbol's prophecy, God's Spirit came in poAver upon me there, And Saul ivas changed and found among the prophets. And when they sought me, hid among the stuff, And led me, blushing, forth to crown me king, I did not dream my life would come to this ; For when I stood, head high above the crowd. Half overwhelmed with awe and bashfulness. And. 'mid the shouting of the multitude, I felt the crown's cool touch upon my brow, A surge of wild emotions swelled my heart, And all my soul went out in one strong vow To be a kingly king ! Oh empty vow ! 'Twas of the soul, and recked not of the flesh ! For the soul may live in the future days. But the flesh will revel in present joys. 'Tis strange that such an end should come From such a fair, propitious setting out. The path that leads to thrones is long and rough, And many lose their way; and seldom one Who turns the goal and can retrace his steps. Strange is the texture of the human life. 14 Ooud Rifts. AVoven of good and ill, half black, half white ; jMine has been mostly dark, witli few bright threads, Deep dyed with iblood and stained with pride and hate ; For what I chose to be, played the harlot With what I might have been — and gendered shame. When once the cnrrent of a life is tnrned Across the barren waste of selfish pride, How soon a channel wears ! how swift it runs ! How strong sin's gravitation draws the feet! How easy to descend, how hard to climb. A crisis comes in each and every life : A point where man will turn, or never turn ; A ragged precipice which breaks his path, And once descend, he can not climb again. And God's arm is too short to reach its depth. I stood thus once and took the fatal stej) When, in my impious rage and sacrilege, I dared insult Jehovah — desecrate The sacred rites and altars of his house. And dyed the ei)hod red with priestly blood; Nor stayed the sword for woman's suppliant tears, Nor stopped to pity childhood's innocence Until a city in its ruin smoked. And from that time God left me to myself; His Spirit turned away to come no more. And God no longer hears; but when I pray An evil spirit cometh up instead And shuts me in with walls of flaming fire Saul Solitaire. 15 Which scorch my brow and seal my parched lips. And in my dreams He no more speaks to me ; But gruesome visions haunt the midnight hours, And fiends with bloody ephods wrap me round And strangle me until I gasp for breath — And wake — and feel the blood upon ray hands ! The urim no more speaks the will of (Jfod. The priests, all save Abiathar, are dead ; And he, escaping Doeg's bloody sword, Has fled to David and divines for him. No altar smoke ascends with priestly prayers In all the realm — but for my enemy. Thus hate will ever over-reach its blow And wound itself witli the returning stroke. The prophets no more dare to prophesy Since Samuel died, the only one who dared To brave ray Avrath and tell rae of my sins; And he alone of all the earth I feared. And Jonathan, the staff of my old age. Has turned from me to aid the stranger's son — Yea, Ood himself hath chosen David king! 'Tis well ; I do not need the help of man ; And since (xod dwells too hig'h to hear my prayer, Who blames me if I find some other means To learn the hidden secrets of His will? And if the faithless priests no more divine, There are those who, with dark and curious arts, Peep and mutter with the spirits of the dead And learn the future quite as Avell as they. 16 Cloud Rifts. What matter how I learn, if I but know? Whether a priest shall bring me word from God, Or one a message from some other world? If I but hear the message, what care I Who is the messenger or whence he comes?" A moment still he wavered, then arose And summoned to his tent two officers ; And when they came, reluctantly he spoke : "Give me your counsel, men of Israel, You know the rash uncertainties of war. And that tomorrow brings the cla^ of arms, And I w^ould know the secrets that it guards. Now tell me, do you know of any one Whose eyes can pierce beyond our narrow range, And scan the features of the coming days Ere our dull ears have even caught their tread? Bring him, and he shall have a bag of gold." The men stood silent, restless eyes downcast, Servants and king alike confused and shamed. Each thought the same, each guessed the others thought. Yet all three in embarrassed silence stood ; Pride closed Saul's lips, fear made his courtiers dumb. "Know you of such an one?" he asked again. Or Avhen I slew the bad to avenge the good Was not one left ? One faithless priest escaped From Doeg's hungry sword; might not one wntch Saul Solitaire. 17 By some dark magic spirit herself away, And in some cavern hide her weazened face And croon and mutter o'er her obscene rites?" One of the men, emboldened, answered him : "Near Endor, on Mount Hermon's further slope, A woman lives who has, as I have heard, The power to summon back departed souls, And to perform strange and mysterious rites. I question much its truth ; but be as it may, A common soldier whiled the tediousness Of the march today by marvelous tales Of what himself had seen and heard while there. It seems when sentence passed upon her art. She fled from Endor. and at present dwells In a certain cave, and carries on her trade With those who seek her in her safe retreat. "And know you then the place?" broke in the king. "I know it well, for as I passed that way I once took refuge there from noonday's heat, And once, benighted, rested there till morn; But whether she of whom the soldier spoke Now makes her dwelling there, I do not know." ' ' Guide me the way and we will go and see ; But bring me first a common soldier's garb. And dress yourself the same." They brought the robes, And stripped him of the signs of royalty. And robed him in the garments coarse and worn. 18 Cloud Rdfts. He siglied. and to his brow the hot blood rushed, As outraged manhood's last expiring spark A moment liamed — ere it Avent out in night. Thus robed, they passed in silence from the tent And picked their way across the silent bivouac Until they reached the border of the camp, Where scattered sentries leaned upon tlieir spears Or in silence paced their weary beats. They stopped before the sentry's leveled spear, And one of Saul's attendants spoke his name; Like a flash the spear was grounded at his side, And the soldier stood before his officer And in silence awaited his command. "You are a soldier faithful to your trust, As I have often proved you in the past. And tonight I would test you once again. Dressed in this rough disguise we ])ass the lines, These two. my fellow officers, and I — To note the watch fires of the enemy, Compute their strength, see how they lie encamped, And form our battle plans accordingly. Go now and take your stand before my tent And send your comrade here to take your place. While we are gone if anyone inquires. Say thus to them till we return again; And when, before tomorrow's setting sun, The ravished spoils of victory we divide. You shall not lack the portion due to you." Saul Solitaire. 19 The soldier, with obeisance, answered him : "I count it but a favor to obey; And may Israel's God attend your steps, Give you success, and bring you back in peace;" Then turned and left them to pursue their way. And Israel's king, divinely chosen. And crowned with more than earthly diadems, Disguised, stole forth at night, like a common thief, To counsel with an outcast criminal Upon A\^iose head himself had set a price ! Down Gilt)oa's slope, across tlu> narrow vale, And up the rugged steeps of Hermon's side They took their way, skirting the hostile camp AVhich vexed the solitude of Jezreel Plain. Sometimes a narrow footpath led the way, Then growing dim across the rock strewn waste, It disappeared, and left no visible trace. A stranger would have wandered through the night In hopeless searcli to find the path again; But to these men. upon their native hills. It mattered not, for with unerring eye They took their course by landmarks or the stars. Sometimes across a glade of fertile soil Where tall trees interlocked their miglity arms Like giants wrestling on a battlefield. And with dark shadows filled the space beneath, Except where, through the living canopy, The moon peeped in and dropped a patch of light. Again, past granite peaks and barren Avastes, 20 Cloud Rifts. Where tufts of wiry grass aud hardy flowers Stretched up tiptoe among the lifeless rocks As if to view the wild monotony. And then past frowning cliffs, and canyons deep, Where one imisstep would hurl the traveler To an awful death within the black abyss With darkness walled up to its ragged edge, And where the night wind, sighing through its depths, Low whispered of the terrors hidden there. But vain the warning to tliese mountaineers. For with steps which pressed the treacherous path As firmly as the feet of a mountain hind, And with hearts which loved the wild adventures Of border warfare and the soldier's life, They nothing thought of fear; but occupied With other thoughts, in silence strode along Until between them and Gilboa's camp A weary two hours journey stretched away And Little Hermon reared his head between. Book III. The moon had rolled her silver chariot wheels Upward along her star-paved path of light Until, the zenith reached, she paused to rest Ere she descended to the western sea. Her brilliant glory dazzled all the stars Until those nearest closed their blinded eyes And could not look upon their sovereign's face. Saul Solitaire. - 21 Her mellow light came pulsing down through ,spaoo And dropped a silvery mantle o'er the earth; And silent nature reverent bowed her head Like a throng that waits the benediction. Night, moved by the influenee of the hour, And half repentant, raised her somber mask, And drew her sable skirts aside until The light crept sportive through her ragged train. Majestic nature, fresh from God's right hand! Man, blinded, moves among thy sacred shrines. Pursuing, all unmoved, his own designs. And knows not that he treads on sacred sod, Nor sees thy rustic altars flame Avith CTod, Nor catches the gleam of thy mystie wand. He enters thy temple with careless tread, And stands in thy presence with covered head. And goes his way, his sacrilege complete. And knoAvs not he has trod with wanton feet Wliere angels wrapped in adoration stand. So moved these men through nature's rustic wild. Oblivious to all exeept their errand. The scene grew wilder still as they advanced. For here dumb solitude held sovereign sway, Rarely disturbed by man's intruding foot, For nature nothing had displayed to tempt Man's fancy, unless he sought to lose himself From human eyes in nature's hermitage. Here Hermon's bare and shelving terraces 22 Cloud Rifts. Are dotted o'er with eaves, wliioli ages past Have hollowed ont with unremitting toil, Affording slielter for a motley crowd Of ))easts and birds and loathed creeping things Which, from choice or from necessity. Avoid the ligiit or shun man's cruel eye. Here tlie lion dreams away the tedious day, And from his den prowls forth at fall of night And flings a hapless creature o'er his neck And bears it off in triumph to his mate. Here the sly jackal finds a safe retreat. The grim hyena, rank from ghoulish raids, Hides his hideous form from light of day, And 'buries all his gruesome secrets here. The solemn oaVI, and Aveird, uncanny bat Choose out a darkened habitation 'here. And here too. men, who bear the mark of Cain And wander from the face of God and man. Select a home among the beasts of prey. And find more ])ity than among their kind. At length, 'by devious route, they reached a cave, Half hidden by the rocks and growth of shrubs; Within this mean a'oode, half cave, half hut. The witch of Endor lived and plied her trade. They paused before the entrance to the hut. And with a spear hilt on the clumsy door Announced their presence to the occupant. As the hollow sound re-echoed from within. Their wari'ior liearts. inured to earthlv danger. Saul Solitaire. 23 Shrank with dread of the supernatural. Before the creaking- door had ceased its din, The holt was drawn and it was pushed ajar, And through the narrow, guarded aperture A weazened face, with bead-like eyes, peered out And closely scanned the unbidden visitors Who stood like statues in the paie moonlight. At length the stubborn door was pushed aside, Whose creaking hinges groaned a loud protest, As if reluctant to disclose to view The secrets that tliey guarded jealously, And an old hag, wrinkled and crooked with age, In a crooning voice, bade them enter in; And, as they stooped to pass the low arched door, A strange resistless chill crept over them, And night seemed darivcned by a deeper gloom Which (pienched the ))U)0]ilight's mellow radiance. The soldier's practiced eye swept around the hut And in a glance observed the furniture. A fire of fagots burned upon the hearth And dimly lighted up the wretched room; And as the flickering flames arose and fell. Now flaring up, now sinking down again. And wavering in wild uncertainty. As if they reached to grasp some firm supi:)ort To lift them from their Avrithing agony, The shadows chased eacli other round the room And hid themselves in the darkened corners. Like troops of goblins playing hide and seek. 24 Cloud Rifts. And when the old hag bent above the hearth And laid fresh fuel on the greedy flames, They mounted up with hoarse approving cries And darted fiery glances round the room And showed the implements of her witchcraft : Rattles made of gourds; bladders filled with air; And skins of animals, with beaks and claws, Some rudely mounted, which gazed with glaring eyes, Blinkless and fixed, upon the A^sitore; Bunches of pungent herbs with healing poAver; Rings and amulets bound with magic charms ; And wands with power to call the dead again, And skins of snakes Avoven in deadly spells. These mingled with the common furniture In weird contrast and wild confusion, And made a fit background for witchcraft's rites. Upon a rustic bench the three men sat And waited each for the other to speak; At a loss how to begin their errand. At length the woman turned to her visitors, And with a searching glance of her keen eye, Which caught and held in thrall their restless gaze And seemed to penetrate and read their thoughts. Asked: "Why do you wander o'er the barren wilds At dead of night when earth is Avrapped in sleep, And rule is given to the beasts of prey; While in the woodland dells the satyrs dance, And in the moonlight troops of fairies flit Saul Solitaire. 25 And drive the witches and their retinues Of evil spirits from the peasant's home, And hover round their hidden rendezvous And ravel out the threads of all their spells? Perchance you are belated travelers O'ertaken by the night, without a guide. And lost amid the unfamiliar scenes. You seek for food and shelter for the night." The witch spoke cautiously, to sound her guests, For rough disguise could not deceive her eye Nor hide the jirincely bearing of ithe men ; And fearing that they came at Saul's command, As spies, to hale her t# a witch's fate, Although surrounded by the implements Of her dark craft, she feigned her innocence Until she learned the errand of the men. "Nay, woman," answered Saul impatiently, "You err; we are not wandering travelers. Two hours ago we left Saul's sleeping camp. On Mount Gilboa, where his army lies; For gloomy doubts and fears harassed our minds, And fickle fortune's ghost haunted our dreams, Until at length we bade farewell to sleep And, one by one, stole through the sentry lines To seek for one wdio, by familiar arts, Calls back to earth the spirits of the dea^d. And bribes to speech the silent tongue of fate. The one w'ho will lay tomorrow's secrets bare, 26 Cloud Rifts. Tell us war's fortune and our destined fates, S'ball have as a reward a purse of gold." Her sharp eyes glittered with a hungry light, As if already fancy flung in them The reflected iluster of the promised gold, And o'er her face contending passions played; Avarice strove with fear, caution with greed. Half defiantly, half imploringly She searched the faces of the men to read Tlie index of the folded leaves of thought; And reassured in part, she compromised. And half denying, half confessing said : "King Saul has put the witches all to death And placed a ban uj)on familrar arts ; And if, by chance, one yet remains alive, Why should she put her life into your hands, And send you, as witnesses of her guilt, To pour your tales into the ears of Saul?" "Nay. fear us not good woman." Saul replied, ''For we as honest soldiers seek your aid; And as the God of Israel lives, I sw«ar This never shall be known beyond this door. Would one, m-Iio, at tomorrow's sun goes forth To brave the fortunes of uncertain war, Perjure his soul, which, ere the setting sun ]\Iay pass to meet the God by whom he swears?" *''Tis well;" the woman answered reassured. Saul Solitaire. 27 "Whom shall I sumnion up to speak Avith you?" The king's voice trembled as he answered her: "Call up for me the proj^het Samuel." The woman started. l)ut made no reply, But slowiy hobbled to a closet door. Rudely set within the hovel wall. And donned a strange, fantastic robe and cowl. The sable cloak was decked from top to toe, Wit)h weird adornments — keys to magic charms : . Festoons, composed of claws and beaks of birds, Snakes' heatls. and feet of toads and lizard's tails, And all the gruesome trophies of her art "Which she levied from water, earth and air. On either shoulder perched a bat's dark wings; Around the cowl a viper's skin was coiled; A girdle, of the fox's ibushy pride. Gathered the strange regalia to her form. Her weazened face and glittering, snaky eyes, Peering and blinking from its sable folds, Seemed scarcely human in the dim firelight. She might herself have passed for a spirit Conjured from some dark realm to visit earth. These preparations made, she took a gourd, Carved with a curious network of designs. And hobbled to where the hovel's inner wall Seemed to mark the limit of the cave. And swung a secret door, w'hicli opened back And showed a grotto, with dark gaping mouth, 28 Cloud Rifts. Leading with sharp descent into the earth. Vainly the eye might strain and fret itself To sound its depths ; beyond a little space Where the firelight wrestled with the shapeless night And lucid shadows danced against the walls, The darkness stood congeailed and mocked the eye; And curious fancy, only, followed it. And traced the tortuous windings of its course Through subterranean chambers of the earth. The woman knelt before the open door And in a crooning voice began to chant; And while her body swayed in measured rhythm, She sliook the gourd m rude accompaniment. But suddenly a strange spell fell on her : The chanting ceased ; she seemed like one trans- fixed, With staring eyes glued to the passage way. From whose black depths there came a hollow voice. The woman turned in quick alarm and cried : "Why have you decieved me? for you are Saul." The king half started up in his surprise, Recovered himself, and answered eagerly: "Fear not, good woman — I have sworn to you; What have .you seen which our dull eyes could not?" "I saw," the Avoman answered solemnly, "A god-like form ascending from the earth. As if the sons of God came up from thence. Saul Solitaire. 29 Strange sight ! Do spirits of the sainted dead E'er walk in hell, and tread this passage way Where evil spirits wont to carnival? Or has our Father's bosom grown too small To nurse his children, that some must wander About the earth to watch their grass^grown graves, And gaze, with death-stil'led eyes, on those who live, Until the horror-smitten blood turns cold And creeps, benumbed, along its icy course? For years this dark and winding labyrinth Has been the gateway to the realms of death ; But never has its cold, damp floor been pressed By feet fresh strayed from hills of paradise, Nor its silence broken by voice from lips Still moist and warm with patriarchal kiss." "Peace! woman!" cried the king, "What is his form? Ilovr looks he to the eye? how comes he up?" Strangely as if she muttered in a dream. The woman said: "An old man 'cometh up;" A prophet's robe is girded to his form; His snow-white beard sweeps low across his breast ; His bony fingers twine about a. staff Which bears his age-bent form; his shaggy brows Frame in his eyes like ashes round a coal." " 'Tis he! 'Tis Samuel!" broke in the king, - And with a shriek he fell upon his face. His companions hid their faces in their hands, And waited, terror-stricken, for the end. 30 Cloud Rifts. A moment, silence reigned within the (-ave. The smothered hreathing of the men alone Told life was there. A moment's strained suspense, Such as the traveler fee*ls, who. hastening To find a shelter from the coming storm, A moment pauses, with abated breath, And heai^s, above the beating of his heart, The heavy tread of the pursuing storm. And feels its fury ere it reaches him ; One moment, while the wheels of time seemed locked And would not move again — and all Avas still; The next, and a voice, that through the silence Cut like a knife, addressed itself to Saul : "Why have you thus disturbed my peaceful rest, And summoned me from paradise to earth? Did I not till the measure of my days And count the appointed years, 'three score and ten, Through childhood's innocence and manhood's strength. And pluck the tiowiu's that grew in life's green spring. And bind its summer sheaf, and glean among Its autumn aftermath till wintry age Bleached its tints and struck its frost into my veins? Did I not Aveep my tears, and smile my smiles. And drain life's mingled cup of bitter-sweet And press death's rancid dregs that settled there? Did I not bid farewell to earthly things, The epilogue to life's long drama said. And leave the stage when death's dark curtain fell? Saul Solitaire. 31 Why shovild I mix again in its turmoil? Has earth's living family grown too small, That you rob her graves to replenish it ? Wliy have you thus disquieted my soul?" "Father Sanrael," groaned the wretched king, "I called you up for counsel in my need. Philistia camps against me in Jezreel, And I am sorely pressed on every side. God is departed and will not hear my prayer, Nor answer me in dreams as once He did; The sacred ephod no more speaks His will. Thou hast been to me as the word of God ; Pity and give me counsel once again." Coldly and solemnly the answer came: "If God has east you off why come to me? Am I, a man, more merciful than God ? Or if I would how could I give you aid ? Wlien I was with you did you heed my voice? Or would you if I gave you counsel now? No, 'tis too late! your proud, rebellious heart Has alienated you from God and hope And left no place of penitence to you. And God has rent the scepter from your hand. And barred Saul's house forever from the throne. And chosen Jesse's son to fill your room. And to his seed the kingdom shall be sure ; Nor shall the scepter pass from David's line Till Shiloh comes to reign forevermore. 32 Cloud Rifts. Judgment no longer stays at mercy's plea, And ere the gloaming of another day, You and your sons shall be with me in death; And on Gilboa's heights the beasts of prey Shall with the vultures share their lavish feast, While Dagon's fanes with incense shall be dim." Tlie voice abrupty ceased, and silence reigned. A moment, every breathless listener Waited the next word half expectantly, And fancied that he heard the vibrant tread Of ghostly feet, and garment's rustling sigh. Go wandering down the cavern's winding course; And from its gloom a breath was wafted 'back Pregnant with musty odors of the tomb. The witch arose and put her robe aside. Then turned to Saul, \Vlio lay upon the floor. The awful strain had been too much to bear: An all day fast, a weary sleepless nig'ht, A midnight journey, and this interview Had snapped the moorings of his tensioned nerves And swept his nature out beyond control Into a fit of wild hysteria. The woman feared lest harm should come to him While in her hut, and blame be laid on her. And bent o 'er him with reassuring words : "Behold your handmaid has obeyed your voice And put her life in jeopardy for this ; Now rise that I may give you meat and drink To bring you strength again ere you depart." Saul Solitaire. 33 But Saul refused, and motioned her away. But when the first wild storm of grief was passed, There came a calm; and when his officers Entreated liim, he let them lift him up ; And when the woman brought a hasty meal, He sat and ate with relish of the food, Then quickly rose, and, with his officers. Took leave, and passed again into t'he night. They turned their steps in silence toward the camp, And nothing save the tramp of armed heels Was heard, harsh grating on the flinty rocks; And in the still, oppressive calm, the sound Smote in harsh monotony upon the ear. Until the senses came to loathe the strain And long for that would break the tedium, Which, in the silence, was intensified. But no one wished to speak; and if he had, Knew not Avliere to begin or what to say. The scenes which they had witnessed in t'he hut, By tacit understanding eacli one shunned; And to have spoken on some other theme Would have been still more awkward than silence. Each felt the harsli constraint placed on his lips, And wished himself alone to analyze His thoughts. Each started at his comrade's step. And his own shadow trode too closely on His heels; and each one breathed a sigh of relief When they neared the pickets of the sleeping camp. Here, as they paused to vieAV the scene, Saul turned 34 Cloud Rifts. To them and with a haughty gesture said: "Let this night's scene T^e kept between us three; As I have placed full confidence in you, Keep faith 'with me as you have done before ;" Then, ere the men could make replj', strode on. Book IV. The eastern sky was tinctured with the dawn, "When through the sentry lines they made their way And hastened to their tents for short repose. The dying night shrank back as if abashed. And drew the curtains round his somber couch And gazed with garish eyes upon the day. The moon, still riding down her western course, Turned pale, o'ertaken in the realms of day, And drove her chariot furiously, In haste to shelter in the friendly sea. One by one the stars grew dim — and then went out ; Like drowsy children who, with folded hands, Have said their prayers and closed their drooping eyes. All nature with a pleasant sigh awoke. The Orient swung back her crimson gates. Dashed with the golden dust from Phoebus' car. And through the portals swept the fiery steeds And glided upward on their glowing course. Fickle Nature flung before Day's feet The jeweled drops, gift of his rival Night, Which she had worn in presence of the moon, Saul Solitaire. 35 And hailed liim king with lips that trembled still Prom maiden kisses of night's sovereign. The haughty monarch launched his shafts of light In blinding showers upon the sleeping camp. The dreaming soldier fenced his wounded eyes And siglied, as back upon his waking mind The tide of life bore in its drift of care And smoothed the sand-built figures of his dreams. And soon the camp was all astir wnth life : Men ran and called and laughed and talked and sang ; Some bathed their faces in the near-by stream; Some ate, some prayed, while others mended arms, Some sat apart in little circled groups, And gossiped of the host encamped below, Or talked of home and loved ones far away. But soon the herald trumpet sounded out, And stern-faced officers passed through the camp, And sharp commands cut through confusing sounds And deftly severed the entangling threads And in a web of silence wove them all; And presently, in ever-deepening files. By tribes and cities marshalled in their ranks, They stood awaiting Saul's inspection. Dressed in rich armour, presently' he came. And shouts of wild applause in greeting rose. But as he passed in silence down the line 36 Cloud Rifts. They died in murmurs of astonishment, Struck dead and trampled down beneath the look Upon his face, and silence followed him ; And Avhile those on before caught up the shout, Those left 'behind him held their breath in awe. His face was haggard, and his bloodless lips Were tightly drawn across his clenched teeth ; His blood-shot eyes, beneath his lowering brows, Burned like coals in a forge-fanned heat, which blind The gaze, and roved with feverish restlessness From face to face, but would not fix their glance. When his task was done and, with his officers. He disappeared within his tent again, A murmur rose and swelled along the line. The sharp shrill buzz of eager questioning: ** Think you the evil spirit troubles him?" ''I fear it does." "Saw you his face?" "I did." ' ' Such look I never saw in human eyes. ' ' " 'Tis not the evil spirit rests on him. For then his face is gloomy and downcast. And his eyes are dull, or lit with sudden wrath To suit his changing moods. iSometimes he sits In moody silence, recognizing none. Brooding, as sullen as a chastened boy. Sometimes imearthly fears possess his mind. And torments wring his frame, and he moans and weeps. Again, a blaze of anger fires his eyes, And his strong nature wrestles with the sprite Saul Solitaire. 37 Until his strength is gone and, overcome, He sinks into a trance resembling death. Marked you his face? he looks not so to-day." "Methiuks that look within his eye bodes ill To him who crosses steel with him to-day. That look would batter at the gates of hell And offer battle to the fiend himself." "You speak the truth," a veteran replied, "I never saw that look within his eyes But once before, when in his train I fought At Ja'besh Gilead with the Ammonites, When through their armoured ranks he hewed a path. Slippery with 'blood, and left their dead In winrows piled, like swatlis of fallen grain. God only grant he fights to-day as then!" Meantime the camp below was all astir With preparations f(n' the coming strife. Horsemen, with mettled steeds and richly housed, Pricked in and out among the scattered squads And molded them into the battle line. A low, deep murmur of confused soands Olimbed from the valley up the mountain slope And swelled and ebbed upon the morning air : Quick, sharp commands, but indistinctly heard, Drowned by the shrill impatient neigh of steeds ; The vibrant rumble of the trampling feet; The hollow clang of arms, steel striliing steel ; And trumpet blasts that rose, clear toned and shrill. 38 Cloud Rifts. To cut their way through all opposing sounds. And 'mid the leafless forest of tall spears And nodding plumes and garments various hued. The cold, bright glint of steel flashed in and out Where hungry War half bared his whetted fangs. Slowly the 'battle line, in bright array, Like some vast wing swept out across the plain, Then lifted to the ever steepening slope. Saul stood, surrounded by his chosen guard, And leaned upon his spear and watched the scene; But when he saw that dark portentous wing With steady stroke beat slowly up the heights, He gave a signal to his trumpeteer, Who launched a 'blast upon the mountain air Which set the echoes calling far and wide ; And, with a tread which shook the solid earth, The heavy line moved down the mountain side. Imposing spectacle, when armies meet. To see the swaying, living lines of men, While the bounding pulse keeps time with eager feet. Rush on, with nodding plumes and banners gay, To mingle in the ghastly feast of death ! The ibowmen, sheltered by the heavy ranks, Sped their spiteful shafts unerringly; And here and there a gap, which quickly closed, Told where thev bore their bitter message home. Saul Solitaire. 39 Then suddenly the royal trumpeteer A wild defiant battle paean raised, Which breathed the spicy freedom of the hills And the wild daring of the cataract. The other trumpeteers caught up the note And hurled it down the line ; and as it went, Before its blast the moving forest bowed, And with a shout which drowned the clash of arms, "Jehovah with us! God of Israel's host!" Witli leveled spears, the eager soldiers charged. Philistia's bowmen, taken unawares, Were hurled like chaff upon the foremost files ; And still the undulating line swept on To crash unbroken on the solid ranks. Now proud Philistia show thy vaunted strength! Now where is Dagon with his scaly form? You'll need the aid of all your gods to stand When those two lines of flashing spears shall meet. One moment, down the momi'tain side they swept. An oscillating line of steel in front. That like the whitened crest of billows gleamed; The next, and on Philistia's rock they broke, And dashed on high the shattered crest of steel ; And splintered spears and riven shields and helms And fragments rudelj' torn from coats of mail, A moment floated on the seething tide — Then sank; and from the living wave beneath Shot up the cold, blue gleam of saber steel. 40 Cloud Rifts. No human power could meet that shock and stand! Philistia's reeling ranks broke and fell back In groups upon the line of chariots Drawn up across the level of the plain, And sheltered thus, reformed their 'broken ranks, And, fenced behind the moving wall, advanced. And in their turn broke through Judea's lines. But Saul drew up his scattered troops again Upon the rising ground, too rough and steep To deploy the chariots, and waited there. And even yet the hardy mountaineers Might have triumphed o'er the dwellers of the plain, Had not Heaven held the balances that day. For man may challenge haiman might and win ; But who can fight with God and not go down? The foe crept slowly iip the mountain side And pressed Saul's line, which slowly gave the ground, But step 'by step, and fought for every inch. And high above the swaying, struggling mass Nodded Saul's crest among the foremost ranks. And where the fight was thickest, there his spear Made ragged rents; and, like a maddened fiend. He flung himself upon the bucklered ranks, And l)rushed aside their steel like stubble straws. And, with a seeming more than mortal might. Bore down the standing ranks and left great gaps Piled up with dead. In vain the bravest chiefs Saul Solitaire. 41 Opposed his way and hedged his path with steel; No hand could stay, no weapon strike him down. He knew that death kept tryst with him that day ; That, ere the sun had touched the western hills, His sun would set in darkness and in blood. Goaded by vengeful thoughts and wild remorse, He followed death and with a proud disdain Defied him; yet by some strange fate he lived. While others died whose death was not foretold. And all that day pale Death was at his side, The poised dart trembling in his shadowy hand; But still he stayed the blow and let him live Until, his fall by his own hand avenged, His kingly blood with royal foeman's mixed. And many a widov\' wept at Dagon's shrine. And trembling, cursed the day that king Saul died. On that last day he Avas a king again ! He flung as'ide the evil spell at last. And, all its cringing, cowardly nature gone. He raised his head once more above the crowd, As in the other