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Thou gavest him Conscience, Creed, Responsibility,
The power to worship Thee. Thou showedst him Thy way.
Thou didst reveal Thyself. Thou spakest, as one should say
Conversing mouth to mouth. Old Adam and his Eve
Thou didst array in aprons Thy own hands did weave.
Enoch was taken up. To Noah Thou didst send
Salvation in Thine ark. Lord Abraham was Thy friend.
These are the facts recorded, facts – say fables – yet
Impressed with the large truth of a new value set
Upon Man’s race and kind by Thy too favouring will.
Man had become a “Soul,” informed for good and ill
With Thy best attributes, Earth’s moral arbiter,
Tyrant and priest and judge. Woe and alas for her!
Think of the deeds of Man! the sins! No wilding now,
But set in cities proud, yet marked upon his brow
With label of all crime.
The Lord God
The men before the Flood?
We did destroy them all.
Satan
Save Noah and his brood.
In what were these more worthy? Did they love Thee more,
The men of the new lineage? Was their sin less sore,
Their service of more zeal? Nay. Earth was hardly dry
Ere their corruption stank and their sin sulphurously
Rose as a smoke to heaven, Ur, Babel, Nineveh,
The Cities of the Plain. Bethink Thee, Lord, to-day
What their debasement was, who did defile Thy face
And flout Thee in derision, dogs in shamelessness!
The Lord God
Nay, but there loved me one.
Satan
The son of Terah?
The Lord God
He.
Satan
I give Thee Thy one friend. Nay, more, I give Thee three —
Moses, Melchisedec.
The Lord God
And Job.
Satan
Ay, Job. He stands
In light of the new Gospel, Captain of Thy bands,
And prince of all that served Thee, fearing not to find
Thy justice even in wrong with no new life behind,
Thy justice even in death. In all, four men of good
Of the whole race of Shem, Heaven’s stars in multitude.
I speak of the old time and the one chosen Nation
To whom Thou gavest the law.
The Lord God
Truce to that dispensation.
It was an old world hope, made void by Jacob’s guile.
His was a bitter stem. We bore with it awhile,
Too long, till We grew weary. But enough. ’Tis done.
What sayest thou of the new, most wise Apollyon?
Satan
Ah, Lord, wilt Thou believe me? That was a mighty dream,
Sublime, of a world won by Thy Son’s stratagem
Of being himself a Man – the rueful outcast thing!
And of all men a Jew! for poor Earth’s ransoming.
Thrice glorious inspiration! Who but He had dared
Come naked, as He came, of all His kingship bared,
Not one of us to serve Him, neither praised nor proud
But just as the least are, the last ones of the crowd.
He had not Man’s fierce eye. No beast fell back abashed
To meet Him in the woods, as though a flame had flashed.
He lay down with the foxes. The quails went and came
Between His feet asleep. They did not fear His blame.
He had not Man’s hard heart. He had not Man’s false hand.
His gesture was as theirs. Their wit could understand
He was their fellow flesh. To Him so near to God
What difference lay ’twixt Man and the least herb He trod?
He came to save them all, to win all to His peace.
What cared He for Man, Jew, more than the least of these?
And yet He loved His kind, the sick at heart, the poor,
The impotent of will, those who from wrong forbore,
Those without arms to strike, the lost of Israel.
Of these He made His kingdom – as it pleased Him well —
Kingdom without a king. His thought was to bring back
Earth to its earlier way, ere Man had left the track,
And stay his rage to slay. “Take ye no thought,” said He,
“Of what the day may bring. Be as the lilies be.
“They toil not, nor do spin, and yet are clothed withal.
“Choose ye the lowest place. Be guileless of all gall.
“If one shall smite you, smile. If one shall rob, give more.
“The first shall be the last, and each soul hold its store.
“Only the eyes that weep – only the poor in spirit —
“Only the pure in heart God’s kingdom shall inherit.”
On this fair base of love Thy Son built up His creed,
Thinking to save the world. And Man, who owned no need
Of any saving, slew Him.
The Lord God
It was the Jews that slew
In huge ingratitude Him who Himself was Jew.
O perfidi Judæi! Yet His creed prevailed.
Thou hast thyself borne witness. If Shem’s virtue failed,
Japhet hath found us sons who swear all by His name.
Nay, thou hast testified the Christian faith finds fame
In every western land. It hath inherited
All that was once called Rome. The Orient bows its head
Perturbed by the white vision of a purer day.
Ham’s heritage accepts new salves for its decay,
And there are worlds reborn beyond the ocean’s verge
Where men are not as men, mad foam on the salt surge,
But live even as He taught them in love’s noblest mood,
Under the law of Jesus.
Satan
Where, O glorious God?
In what land of the heathen – and I know them all,
From China to Peru, from Hind to Senegal,
And onward through the isles of the great Southern main.
Where is this miracle? Nay, nay, the search were vain.
The Lord God
It is the angels’ hearsay.
Satan
A romance, Lord. Hear
The word of one Thy wanderer, sphere and hemisphere,
For ever on Thy Earth, who shepherding Thy seas
No less than Thy green valleys hath nor rest nor peace,
But he must learn the way of all who in them dwell;
To whom there is no secret, naught untold, no hell
Where any sin may hide but he hath wormed it out
From silence to confession till his ears grew hot;
Who knoweth the race of Man as his own flesh; whose eye
Is cruel to evasion and the lips that lie,
And who would tell Thee all, all, all to the last act
Of tragic fooling proved which seals Man’s counterpact.
– What was the true tale, think Thee, of Thy Son that died?
What of the souls that knew Him, Him the crucified,
After their Lord was gone? They waited for Him long,
The sick He had made whole, the wronged consoled of wrong,
The women He had loved, the fisher folk whose ears
Had drunk in His word’s wisdom those three wondrous years,
And deemed Him prophet, prince, His kingdom yet to come,
Nay from the grave new-risen and had been seen of some.
What did they teach? Awhile, they told His law of peace,
His rule of unresistance and sweet guilelessness,
His truce with mother Earth, His abstinence from toil,
His love of the least life that wanton hands despoil,
The glory of His tears, His watching, fasting, prayer,
The patience of His death, His last word of despair.
And as He lived they lived – awhile – expectant still
Of His return in power to balance the Earth’s ill.
They would not deem Him dead. But, when He came not, lo,
Their reason went astray. Poor souls, they loved Him so,
They had such grief for Him, their one true God in Man
Revealed to their sad eyes in all a World grown wan,
That they must build a creed, a refuge from their fears
In His remembered words and so assuage their tears.
His kingdom? It was what? Not all a dream? Forbid
That fault, that failure, Heaven, for such were death indeed.
His promises of peace, goodwill on earth to men,
Which needed a fulfilment, lest faith fail? How then
Since no fulfilment came, since He had left them lone
In face of the world’s wolves, for bread had given a stone?
How reconcile His word with that which was their life,
Man’s hatred and God’s silence in a world of strife?
Was there no path, no way? Nay, none on this sad Earth
Save with their Lord to suffer and account it mirth.
And so awhile they grieved. Then rose a subtlety —
Lord God, Thou knowest not wholly how men crave to lie
In face of a hard truth too grievous to their pride —
To these poor fisher folk, thus of their Lord denied,
Came a new blinding vision. They had seen Thy Son
How often after death, no ghost, no carrion,
But a plain man alive, who moved among them slow,
And showed His feet and hands, the thorn prints on His brow,
The spear wound in His side. He had come to comfort them,
Confirm them in the faith, by His love’s stratagem.
How if this thing were real: If this, that proved Him God,
Proved also themselves spirits, not mere flesh and blood
One with the beasts that perish, but immortal souls,
Even as we angels are who fill Heaven’s muster rolls
And so shall live for aye? “Here,” argued they, “it stands
“The kingdom of His Heaven, a house not made with hands,
“Wherein we too new-born, but in no earthly case,
“Shall enter after death.” On this fair fragile base
Their sorrow built its nest. It gave a hope to men
And pandered to their pride. And lo the world’s disdain
Was changed to acclamation. Kings and emperors kneeled
Before the Crucified, a living God revealed,
Who made them heirs with Him of His own glory. Mark
The ennobling phrase and title. No base Noah’s ark
Man’s fount of honour now, but God’s eternal choice
Made of His human race, predestined to His joys
From the first dawn of time, – the very Universe
Resolved to a mere potsherd, shattered to rehearse
The splendour of Man’s advent, the one act and end
To which Creation moved, and where even we must tend,
The spirit hosts of Heaven – Stark mad insolence!
Rank blasphemy proclaimed in Rome’s halls and Byzance,
Through all the Imperial lands, as though, forsooth, Thou, Lord,
Couldst, even if Thou wouldst, raise this fantastic horde
Of bodies to Thy glory, shapes dispersed and gone
As lightly as Time’s wracks swept to oblivion!
Yet all believed this creed. Space, straightway grown too strait,
Shrank from these Christened kings, who held Earth reprobate
Save for their own high calling. Heaven had become their throne,
A fief for their new pride, in which they reigned alone,
In virtue of their faith, above Time’s humbler show,
And Earth became their footstool. All were masters now
Of the brute beasts despised who had no souls to save,
And lords too of the heathen doomed beyond the grave.
God’s kingdom had begun. It compassed all the lands
And trafficked wealth and power. It issued its commands,
And in default it slew in Thy high holy name,
Thine the all merciful! Alas for the world’s shame!
Alas for the world’s reason, for Thy Son’s sane creed
Of doing only good each day to its own need,
Of being as the least of these in wise humility!
Behold our Christian Saints, too proud to live or die
As all flesh dies and lives, their emperors and kings
Clothed in the robes of life as with an eagle’s wings,
Their Popes dispensing power, their priests absolving sin.
Nay. They have made a hell their damned shall dwell within,
With me for their gaolmaster in a world to come
Of which they hold the keys! God’s curse on Christendom!
The Lord God
Hush, traitor, thou blasphemest. If things once were so,
’Twas in a darkened age, the night of long ago.
None now believe in Hell.
Satan
Or Heaven. Forgive it, Lord,
I spoke it in my haste. See, I withdraw the word.
Thy Christendom is wise, reformed. None buy nor sell
Seats now at Thy right hand, (aside) grown quite unsaleable.
None now believe nor tremble – Yet is their sin as sore.
Lord, hear me to the end. Thou dravest me out of yore
An exile from Thy sight, with mission to undo
And tempt Man to his death. I had fallen from Heaven’s blue
By reason of my pride. Thou wouldst have service done
Unreasoning, on the knees, as flowers bend to the Sun,
Which withers them at noon, nor ask of his white fires
Why they consume and slay. I had fallen by my desires
Which were too large for one not God, because I would
Have shewn Thee the truth bare, in no similitude
As a slave flattering speaks and half despises him
He fawns on, but in love, which stands erect of limb
Claiming an equal part, which reasons, questions, dares,
And calls all by its name, the wheat wheat, the tares tares,
The friend friend, the foe foe. Thou wast displeased at this,
And deemed I envied Man his portion in Thy bliss,
The Man that Thou hadst made and in Thy royal faith
Held worthy of all trust, Thy lord of life and death,
One to be proved and tried, as gold is tried by fire,
And fare the purer forth. Of me Thou didst require
The sad task of his tempting. I, forsooth, must sue
And prompt to evil deeds, make the false thought seem true,
The true thought false, that he, thus proved, thus tried, might turn
And hurl me a dog’s word, as Jesus did, in scorn
“Get thee behind Me, Satan!” To this penance chained
I bowed me in despair, as Thou, Lord, hadst ordained,
Cast out from Thee and cursed. It was a rueful task
For one who had known Thee to wear the felon’s mask
And tempt this piteous child to his base sins of greed,
His lusts ignoble, crimes how prompt in act and deed,