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(1845) Job A Lyrical Drama (v2) and Other Poems by Henry W. Haynes (HWH)
(1845) Job A Lyrical Drama (v2) and Other Poems by Henry W. Haynes (HWH)
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J OB :
A LY RIC A L D RA M A;
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BY
H E N R Y W. HAY N E S. 4.
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SEGO N D EDIT IO N.
LONDON :
PUBLISHED BY C. MITCHELL, RED LION COURT,
FLEET STREET;
AND w. PowRIL, 2, NEwMAN's Row, LINcoLN's
INN FIELDS.
MDCCCXLV.
“Job has great daring and power. Mr. Haynes aims at
being a Goëthe or Byron, at least.”—Athenæum, March 22, 1845
LONDON :
Printed by W. H. Wilson, 8, Bedford Street,
Bedford Row.
To
THIS VOLUME
IS INSCRIBED BY
THE AUTHOR.
A 2
C O N TENTS.
PAGE
- XI. . • - - - . 82
MISCELLANIES • • - - • 83
PR EFACE TO JOB.
A LY RIC AL D R A M.A.
DRAMATIS PERSONAE.
Men. Spirits.
JOB. SATAN.
ELIPHAZ. MICHAEL.
BILDAD. RAPHAEL.
Voices.
- OF THE EARTH.
- OF THE STARS.
- OF THE DEEP.
- OF DEATH.
CHORUS OF SHADOWS.
[ 11 |
J O B:
ACT I.
SCENE I.—Heaven.
Chorus of Angels.
FROM those many voiced spheres
Sparkling in the blue abysm,
Suns whose blinding light appears
To colours of the '# prism
Mellowed, by interminate degrees
Of subtle space, whereon they thickly rest,
Like cluster'd islands, strewn on Indian seas,
When the sun gilds them as he seeks the west!
From those daedal orbs and spheres
Whose rays thro' all preceding years
Have travell’d since the universe had birth,
But never reach'd yon spot of mortal earth !
From those orbs, with hair of stars,
Heaven’s pathless wanderers!
Every star, a world of life,
With thought, with motion, feeling rife,
From the confines of creation,
And the bounds of desolation;
We come to worship at the throne
Where the Eternal sits, Omnipotent, alone!
12 JOB. [ACT 1.
2.
3.
Satan. Slaves !
Proud of their dazzling servitude, who bow,
Immortal, to a being like themselves
Immortal! made by him who can no more
Their being uncreate, and is no more
Than their compeer in immortality :
Omnipotent, but that alone cannot
Make happiness, since it makes misery
In those it has created ! Omnipresent,
Beholding the knee-worship of a race
Who worship but through fear || Omniscient,
Reading their secret hearts, and knowing them
Belie the words their pale lips syllable !
Are they not happier who, immortal, have
None other attributes?
Michael. Hast thou not pain?
Satan. We suffer.
Michael. Immortality has ever
An attribute, and thine is pain.
Satan. For ever !
Chorus of Angels.
Hail! All hail!
Thou who makest the darkness and light thy
pavilions,
Hell turns pale
At the sound of the name that has vanquish’d
her millions !
Jehovah, the wheels of whose chariot’s shock,
Is the :* that rendeth the adamant
rock |
Who rideth abroad on the swift typhoon
In the dim eclipse of the icy moon!
B 2
16 JOB. [ACT 1.
Where the damn'd of earth and heaven dwell
In howling caves, and lunar wildernesses,
Sublimed by horror each into a hell
Of fearful chasms, and shapes with Terror's
serpent tresses !
Hail! all hail!
We rejoice while fiends of Hades wail.
Eternal Spirit of the universe,
Who forth from darkness and chaotic night
Call'd with creative voice obedient light,
Ere nature trembled at the general curse!
All hail!
Semi-chorus 1.
Lo! where like lightning Satan falls from
As erst he fell. [heaven,
Semi-chorus 2.
From the Eternal presence unforgiven
To deepest Hell!
Raphael. From his journey full soon
Alighteth our foe,
On the disc of the moon,
Which floats darkly below !
Chorus of Archangels.
In the deep silence of Eternity,
Ere men or angels fell, or were created,
When nought existed save infinity,
That is and was, for evermore undated !
Ere Lucifer unfurl’d
His banner in the morning of the world,
Amid the radiant spheres
His bright compeers!
scENE II.] JOR. 17
18 JOB. [ACT 1.
That he may torture with eternal pain:
Bear witness Sodom, and its fiery rain;
Bear witness universal nature, when
Destruction follow’d in the paths of life,
When huge Behemoth from his mountain den
Roar'd with affright, and waged conflicting
strife
With the o'erwhelming deluge; when the halls
Of kingly palaces were tenanted
By the £ shark, whose horrid form appals
The seaman’s heart, impatient for their dead,
Whose home is on the wilderness of waves
Which sparkle over unillumin'd caves,
Where the green serpent of the dark domain
Uncoils his emerald folds; a horrid chain :
Or rising thence when storms and tempests roar,
Uprears his horrent head remote from shore,
To scare the mariner, whose gurgling breath
Shall soon be drown'd in the cold wave of
death !
Bear witness Cain |
Phant. of Cain. Guilt's comate and compeer
Bound to a pallid, bleeding phantom here !
Myself a phantom ! perdurable pain,
Into each sense eats like a burning chain,
With wild remorse, and all pursuing fear !
Accurs’d be he who made a world to wo,
Unceasing anguish, and perpetual throe,
Who, if omniscient, saw the coming fall
Of man, and should have hinder'd, what to all
Thro' endless ages, if the tyrant will,
Shall be an heritage of torture still!
Satan. Adam thy father sinn'd.
Phant. of Cain. Then why prolong
His race to feed on torture, and the thong
sCENE II.] JOB. I9
ACT II.
SCENE I.—Heaven.
Chorus of Angels.
When the stars were not,
And chaos dim,
Of her own dark thought
Wove a long, lone hymn !
When the earth was nought,
And cherubim
With their pinions of light form'd the only sun
Which scatter'd the shadows, drear and dun,
Of the dread abyss,
Ere its wilderness
Of space was peopled by sun or star,
The lamps of Eternity which are:
We veil'd our eyes with our brilliant wings,
As thy glory shone
A dazzling zone,
Of diamond light round thy blinding throne!
Whence ever springs
A fountain of splendour
Glorious beyond mortal imaginings,
Eclipsing the sheen of created things
# their halos of beauty tender!
We veil'd our eyes, O Lord,
And worshipp'd thee as now,
Jehovah aye ador'd,
Worthy art thou
C 2
28 JOB. [ACT II.
The homage of thy creatures to receive!
Seraph and seraphim!
Cherub and cherubim !
To thee they everlasting glory give.
Thou art Omnipotent,
Thy glories are not blent
With any other god's, since none there are
In planet, orb, or star!
But thron’d in unparticipated might
Thou rulest earth and heaven;
Thy power is felt even in the realms of night,
Where Satan holdeth his permitted reign,
Far from thy face, and archangelic “seven,”
In Hades’ dim domain,
Whose very atmosphere doth breathe of Cain :
Thy empyreal throne
With belted stars, and planets richly studded,
From whence has ever shone
Thy glory, till both heaven and earth are flooded
With varied splendour of the day and night,
To earth, and all thy creatures yields delight!
Mountain and valley, 'neath the noontide beam,
The very leaves laid in their summer dream,
Have each a voice! [stream
And when night's spangles tremble on the
Its waves rejoice!
Semi-chorus 1.
The stars of heaven sing
A lay of their early prime,
Nor canst thou jar a string
Of their heavenly music, Time !
Their melody sublime
The seraphs pause to hear, sphere!
Making one liquid sound, of the blue atmo
scENE I.] JOB. 29
Semi-chorus 2.
Chorus.
SCENE III.-Hades.
Ai! Ai !
Lucifer, the morning star,
Was he named in Heaven afar
Ere he fell from thence, (as falls
Light drops from a planet's car,)
To the deep and sullen halls
Of immitigable gloom,
Which black Hades like a tomb
Shadows forth, above, around,
With a spell that is profound !
Everlasting dreariness,
Like a spirit of distress,
Or the soughing autumn wind,
Doth the ' region bind;
And a shroud of weariness
Aching to the sense and mind,
Hangs upon the shadowy sight
In this realm of triple night!
Ai! Ai !
One alone could vanquish thee,
He who vanquish’d thee of old,
He whom men name Deity,
We call tyrant manifold !
Worshipped with blood and gold,
By the human slaves, who fain
Our lost heritage would gain,
Who by wily serpent guile
Lost their paradise erewhile,
Serpent arts, and woman’s smile!
Enter SATAN.
Semi-chorus 1.
Hail to thee! monarch of gloom!
Hail to these regions of doom!
D 2
40 JOB. [ACT II.
Back from a world which thou spurnest,
Thou to thy kingdom returnest,
Wanquish’d in purpose, yet hail!
Semi-chorus 2.
Chorus of Shadows.
1.
D 3
42 JOB. [ACT II.
Oh, where
Wert thou, poor mortal, in what secret shade?
Declare!
Where my foundations rest?
Voice from the Stars. When seraph strains
With ours were blended 'mid cerulean plains,
Where was thy voice?
Voice from the Deep. The breath that now
complains
When forth as from the womb my billows burst
And heard the fiat of Jehovah first—
“Here shall thy waves be bounded by the shore
For evermore !”
Where had it being then? poor mortal, where?
Voice from beneath. Have Death's dark portals
been explor’d by thee?
And hast thou search’d its hidden mystery?
Voice of the Lord. The rain, the snow, the hail,
eanst thou discern
Their secret treasures? Canst thou tell, O Man,
The lightning's ancient dwelling? or the urn
Of morning's dew discover? Canst thou span
Creation with a glance? or say whence springs
The hoary frost of heaven? His daring wings
Whence # the eagle? And the mighty steed !
Who cloth'd his neck with thunder and with
speed?
scENE IV.] JOB. 43
Chorus of Angels.
Hail! to the Lord whose power hath triumphed,
Whose unapproach’d pavilion none may ken!
Whose #" hath bruis’d the hydra serpent's
head,
And sent him vauntless to his penal den :
Hail! to the Lord that loveth mortal men,
Let all creation praise him ! Sun and moon,
Ye multitudinous stars of heaven rejoice,
And waken every planetary voice
With his acclaim, who gives to each the boon
Ofjoy that from his throne descends like glory's
noon |
END OF JOB.
[ 45 |
THE SOLITARY :
A POEM.
DEDICATION.
TO FRANCES * * * * *
27 November 1840.
THE SOLITARY, 47
THE SOLITARY.
E 2
52 THE SOLITARY.
N O 'T E S.
(2) “I should have known what fruit would spring from such a
seed.”
BYRoN.
I.
II.
III.
IV.
G 2
76 SONNETS.
W.
VI.
VII.
VIII.
IX.
X.
16 March 1843.
82 SONNETS.
XI.
MISCELLANIES.
KÖRNER.
II.
SERENADE.
III.
Unchang'd is my plight,
Whence no mortal can save,
Still around me ’tis night
Like the night of the grave!
(Solus.) There is some being near me,—for
I feel
A tepid vapour mantling o'er my face,
Such as my mother in my infant years
Breath'd on my cheek,—when with a parent's
kiss
She bless'd me fondly l—but alas! alas !
I have no mother now,-nor friend to guide,
Save one, a vassal:—All is silent, still,
'Twas but my feverish fancy, yet methought
I felt the breath of —
(A Voice.) Horimerg, attend 1
There is one near thee, of superior essence
To earth-born creatures,—who from year to year,
Which with their wonted seasons have elaps’d—
And multitudinous changes—saw thee still
In virtue far transcending thy compeers
Of frail mortality,—and buoy’d in mind
Above the sea of sorrows that hath toss'd thee,
Resign'd to fate, whose awful fiat still
Hath to thV soul awarded nought but woe.
I am not of thy world, nor of thy race,
But viewing thee companionless,—cast out
Even by thy kindred,—from my spirit home
I come to soothe thy griefs and share them too!
Friendless as thou art here.
Horimerg. Could I but see thee!
(The Voice.) That couldst thou not, were
mortal vision thine; *
# * # :k *
TO DESPAIR.
1.
WHO art thou that within the human breast
Usurp'st the throne where happiness should
reign'
Tyrant to peace, and foe to gentle rest—
Neglect, and want, thy ministers of pain!
Dread power that in my bosom long hast lain;
What’s canker to the rose, art thou to life.
Around the heart thou twin'st a buring chain,
Making each passing hour with torture rife;
Who art thou, potentate–dark child of care?
Thou hear'st my bitter call, and answerest back,
“Despair!”
2
TWILIGHT.
“Soft hour that wakes the wish and melts the heart.”
BYRON.
1.
3.
4.
5.
STANZAS.
1.
4.
6.
MEDITATION.
MEDITATION | from above,
Come on pinions swift with love!
Wander with my pensive soul
Thro' gay summer's perfum’d bowers,
Where Flora sleeps on couch of flowers!
And young zephyrs fan her sleeping,
And violets gentle dews are weeping,
Beauty breathing o'er the whole!
While the lark aloft is soaring,
Nature's bounteous God adoring,
In heaven’s cerulean vault afar!
And the merry winds are sighin
Thro' groves where no leaf is dying!
Haste thee in thy airy car.
Where soft £ gently glide
Thro' fairy glens by mountain's side,
In which Phoebus laves his beam,
As sleep is gilded by a dream !
Come, O come with me!
Link’d with thee I love to wander,
O'er creation's charms to ponder
And man's destiny.
Hark! the breezes die away,
Thus the hopes of man decay,
Like they fade to noiseless breath—
Life is lost in silent death !
See the autumn leaves fall sere,
Harbinger of winter near,
Leaving bare the sylvan reign;
Thus daily some corroding pain
Comes our pleasures to destroy,
Withering love, and blighting joy!
Leaving stript the lonely heart
Of all save life—that constant smart!
96 FRIENDSHIP.
FRIENDSHIP.
1.
THE world were but a dreary scene
If friendship's sun illum’d it not,
And dead to love the heart had been,
For love by friendship is begot.
©
STANZAS.
1.
2.
ANTICIPATION:
A FRAGMENT.
I 2
100 STANZAS.
STANZAS.
3.
6.
TO
1.
2.
I 3
102 MoRNING.
MORNING.
1.
2.
1.
2.
SUNSET.
1.
STANZAS.
1.
2.
Oh! well I remember their visions delusive
Which painted the future—all glory and
light!
But ah! like to dreams, they were false and
illusive,
And I wake to the shades of deep sorrow’s
dark night.
3.
ON A BEAUTIFUL GIRL
AT THE TOMB OF HER FATHER.
SERENADE.
1.
OH ! sweetly sad is the dusky hour,
When Cynthia beams from her azure throne,
And Hesper smiles through the leafy bower
Where the minstrel pours his plaint alone.
2.
And sweetly sad is the stilly hour,
When his music dies on the list’ning air,
If one fair breast confess its power,
And feels the thrill of its sweetness there.
LAMENT FOR CHILDHOOD. 107
1.
2.
3.
ANACREONTIC.
1.
2.
THE END.
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