Across the Sea and Other Poems | Page 5

sent them from his presence out,?To think upon his words, till he again,?And soon, should come in power to Ephesus.
So passed they from his presence, but the world?Loves not the men who are unloved of kings.?The silversmiths that made the idol shrines,?Raised, as of old, a tumult, and the youths?Fled secretly, and sought a refuge safe?Among the mountain heights near Ephesus;?And there within a hidden cave they dwelt,?While Malchus (one of them, but lately come?To Ephesus) brought food to them by night.
Ye deem their lives were sad? Oh they were blest,?On wings of prayer the hours went lightly by;?And oft, when day was spent, toward eventide?Came one into their midst, who brake to them?Celestial bread for their deep hungering.?Till, lo! again with martial pomp and pride,?The haughty Decius came to Ephesus,?And by the whisper of a faithless spy,?He learnt the guarded secret of the cave,?'Gainst which a massive wall the tyrant built,?And so the hiding-place became a tomb.
"They are not dead but sleeping," for the Lord?Hath sent His angel who hath touched their eyes,?And sweetly as a child at evening, dreams?Upon his mother's bosom, lulled to rest?By the soft pulsings of her gentle heart,?So rested well the brave Ephesian youths,--?Guarded by angels, while celestial light?Filled the lone cave and made its rocky bounds?Invisible; and thus they might have seen,?(But that their eyes were closed in heavenly sleep)?The bright stars drifting on the ethereal tide,--?The moon at quarter, like a golden boat?Rock onward to its changing destiny--?The great sun, rising from the under-world,?Blanch all the planets with his fiery rays.?Beneath them were the blue Aegean sea,?Miletus, and the proud Ephesus, where?Rose the world's miracle of marble white,?The Temple of the goddess worshiped there.?Day follows night and night the busy day;?The generations come and go apace,?The child hath left his toys, and in the whirl?Of years is now a grandsire by the hearth,?And now hath passed away and is forgot.?Two hundred years are fled, when, lo! one day?A mason finds the moss-grown wall of stone?Built by the cruel Decius, strong and high,?And knowing not it is a sepulchre,?He quarries it to build a palace wall.?And so the light of day beams in again?Upon the youths, who wake to grateful prayer?That blessed day has come so soon again,?(For all their sleep seemed but an hour's delight)?And Malchus, cautiously descends the mount,?To buy their bread in pagan Ephesus.?Yet much he fears the tyrant Decius?And the rough buffets of the Roman Guard.?When, lo! descending to the city's gate,?He sees a golden cross thereon upreared;?And passing through the portals in a daze,?He wanders on in wonder through the ways.?Where are the images of all the gods--?The silver semblance of Diana fair??He sees them not, but everywhere he views?The sacred symbol of the Savior's death,?And hears the name of Christ on every tongue.?At last he enters in where bread is sold,?And gives in payment there a silver coin.?"It is an ancient coin," the baker said,?"And bears the image of old Decius."?"Nay you but jest," said Malchus, "where is he?"?"Dead these two hundred years," the man replied,?And, deeming that the youth had lost his mind,?He sent him to the Bishop of the town.?The Bishop heard the marvelous story through,?And being deeply learned in history,?Recalled the memory of the noble seven?And their sad fate in days of Decius.?Then coming to the rocky mountain cave,?(Led up by Malchus all the winding way,)?He witnessed all the truth of what was told.?Nor lacked he faith in God, for he believed?All wondrous things with Him were possible.?But ere by letter he could tell the tale?Unto the Christian Emperor, the youths?Sank into blessed dreams again, and waked?Within a crystal city where was peace.

I think we all are dreamers like the seven;?The morning rises from her silver throne?And smiles upon the hours we call our own.?The minutes brim like drops of golden wine?O'er Life's o'erflowing cup; we see the shine?Of perfect day on every path we scan;?And Fame's fair vaulted Temple on the span?Of rainbow arches is upheld--and gleams?In every future of our boyhood dreams.?But while we follow every promise sweet,?With buoyant hearts and lightly springing feet,?To where some joy untasted yet awaits,--?We hear the solemn sound of closing gates;?And driven by Care, we leave the City bright,?To mount with aching feet some rocky height?Where Time dispels the hopes that Fancy gave,?And all life's prospect narrows to a cave.?Less sweet we sleep than did the sleepers seven,?Our dreams are shadows--theirs were bright with Heaven.?Haply to every soul there comes an hour?When Sorrow's hand smites in the wall with power,?Or Love hath breathed a whisper soft and low,?And wrought the miracle of Jericho.
And thus we come again or soon or late,?To pass once more the mystic City's gate.?Our hearts grow tender as we view again?The dear remembered vistas of the plain,?And as we draw the sun-lit