My harbour, and my ultimate repose,The end I would attain, my final good.My error was my error, and my crimeMy crime; whatever, for itself condemned,And will alike be punished, whether thouReign or reign not—though to that gentle browWillingly I could fly, and hope thy reign,From that placid aspect and meek regard,Rather than aggravate my evil state,Would stand between me and thy Father's ire(Whose ire I dread more than the fire of Hell)A shelter and a kind of shading coolInterposition, as a summer's cloud.If I, then, to the worst that can be haste,Why move thy feet so slow to what is best?Happiest, both to thyself and all the world,That thou, who worthiest art, shouldst be their King!Perhaps thou linger'st in deep thoughts detainedOf the enterprise so hazardous and high!No wonder; for, though in thee be unitedWhat of perfection can in Man be found,Or human nature can receive, considerThy life hath yet been private, most part spentAt home, scarce viewed the Galilean towns,And once a year Jerusalem, few days'Short sojourn; and what thence couldst thou observe?The world thou hast not seen, much less her glory,Empires, and monarchs, and their radiant courts—Best school of best experience, quickest in sightIn all things that to greatest actions lead.The wisest, unexperienced, will be everTimorous, and loth, with novice modesty(As he who, seeking asses, found a kingdom)Irresolute, unhardy, unadventrous.But I will bring thee where thou soon shalt quitThose rudiments, and see before thine eyesThe monarchies of the Earth, their pomp and state—Sufficient introduction to informThee, of thyself so apt, in regal arts,And regal mysteries; that thou may'st knowHow best their opposition to withstand."With that (such power was given him then), he tookThe Son of God up to a mountain high.It was a mountain at whose verdant feetA spacious plain outstretched in circuit wideLay pleasant; from his side two rivers flowed,The one winding, the other straight, and left betweenFair champaign, with less rivers interveined,Then meeting joined their tribute to the sea.Fertil of corn the glebe, of oil, and wine;With herds the pasture thronged, with flocks the hills;Huge cities and high–towered, that well might seemThe seats of mightiest monarchs; and so largeThe prospect was that here and there was roomFor barren desert, fountainless and dry.To this high mountain–top the Tempter broughtOur Saviour, and new train of words began:—"Well have we speeded, and o'er hill and dale,Forest, and field, and flood, temples and towers,Cut shorter many a league. Here thou behold'stAssyria, and her empire's ancient bounds,Araxes and the Caspian lake; thence onAs far as Indus east, Euphrates west,And oft beyond; to south the Persian bay,And, inaccessible, the Arabian drouth:Here, Nineveh, of length within her wallSeveral days' journey, built by Ninus old,Of that first golden monarchy the seat,And seat of Salmanassar, whose successIsrael in long captivity still mourns;There Babylon, the wonder of all tongues,As ancient, but rebuilt by him who twiceJudah and all thy father David's houseLed captive, and Jerusalem laid waste,Till Cyrus set them free; Persepolis,His city, there thou seest, and Bactra there;Ecbatana her structure vast there shews,And Hecatompylos her hunderd gates;There Susa by Choaspes, amber stream,The drink of none but kings; of later fame,Built by Emathian or by Parthian hands,The great Seleucia, Nisibis, and thereArtaxata, Teredon, Ctesiphon,Turning with easy eye, thou may'st behold.All these the Parthian (now some ages pastBy great Arsaces led, who founded firstThat empire) under his dominion holds,From the luxurious kings of Antioch won.And just in time thou com'st to have a viewOf his great power; for now the Parthian kingIn Ctesiphon hath gathered all his hostAgainst the Scythian, whose incursions wildHave wasted Sogdiana; to her aidHe marches now in haste. See, though from far,His thousands, in what martial equipageThey issue forth, steel bows and shafts their arms,Of equal dread in flight or in pursuit—All horsemen, in which fight they most excel;See how in warlike muster they appear,In rhombs, and wedges, and half–moons, and wings."He looked, and saw what numbers numberlessThe city gates outpoured, light–armed troopsIn coats of mail and military pride.In mail their horses clad, yet fleet and strong,Prauncing their riders bore, the flower and choiceOf many provinces from bound to bound—From Arachosia, from Candaor east,And Margiana, to the Hyrcanian cliffsOf Caucasus, and dark Iberian dales;From Atropatia, and the neighbouring plainsOf Adiabene, Media, and the southOf Susiana, to Balsara's haven.He saw them in their forms of battle ranged,How quick they wheeled, and flying behind them shotSharp sleet of arrowy showers against the faceOf their pursuers, and overcame by flight;The field all iron cast a gleaming brown.Nor wanted clouds of foot, nor, on each horn,Cuirassiers all in steel for standing fight,Chariots, or elephants indorsed with towersOf archers; nor of labouring pionersA multitude, with spades and axes armed,To lay hills plain, fell woods, or valleys fill,Or where plain was raise hill, or overlayWith bridges rivers proud, as with a yoke:Mules after these, camels and dromedaries,And waggons fraught with utensils of war.Such forces met not, nor so wide a camp,When Agrican, with all his northern powers,Besieged Albracea, as romances tell,The city of Gallaphrone, from thence to winThe fairest of her sex, Angelica,His daughter, sought by many prowest knights,Both Paynim and the peers of Charlemane.Such and so numerous was their chivalry;At sight whereof the Fiend yet more presumed,And to our Saviour thus his words renewed:—"That thou may'st know I seek not to engageThy virtue, and not every way secureOn no slight grounds thy safety, hear and markTo what end I have brought thee hither, and shewAll this fair sight. Thy kingdom, though foretoldBy Prophet or by Angel, unless thouEndeavour, as thy father David did,Thou never shalt obtain: prediction stillIn all things, and all men, supposes means;Without means used, what it predicts revokes.But say thou wert possessed of David's throneBy free consent of all, none opposite,Samaritan or Jew; how couldst thou hopeLong to enjoy it quiet and secureBetween two such enclosing enemies,Roman and Parthian? Therefore one of theseThou must make sure thy own: the Parthian first,By my advice, as nearer, and of lateFound able by invasion to annoyThy country, and captive lead away her kings,Antigonus and old Hyrcanus, bound,Maugre the Roman. It shall be my taskTo render thee the Parthian at dispose,Choose which thou wilt, by conquest or by league.By him thou shalt regain, without him not,That which alone can truly reinstall theeIn David's royal seat, his true successor—Deliverance of thy brethren, those Ten TribesWhose offspring in his territory yet serveIn Habor, and among the Medes dispersed:The sons of Jacob, two of Joseph, lostThus long from Israel, serving, as of oldTheir fathers in the land of Egypt served,This offer sets before thee to deliver.These if from servitude thou shalt restoreTo their inheritance, then, nor till then,Thou on the throne of David in full glory,From Egypt to Euphrates and beyond,Shalt reign, and Rome or Caesar not need fear."To whom our Saviour answered thus, unmoved:—"Much ostentation vain of fleshly armAnd fragile arms, much instrument of war,Long in preparing, soon to nothing brought,Before mine eyes thou hast set, and in my earVented much policy, and projects deepOf enemies, of aids, battles, and leagues,Plausible to the world, to me worth naught.Means I must use, thou say'st; prediction elseWill unpredict, and fail me of the throne!My time, I told thee (and that time for theeWere better farthest off), is not yet come.When that comes, think not thou to find me slackOn my part aught endeavouring, or to needThy politic maxims, or that cumbersomeLuggage of war there shewn me—argumentOf human weakness rather than of strength.My brethren, as thou call'st them, those Ten Tribes,I must deliver, if I mean to reignDavid's true heir, and his full sceptre swayTo just extent over all Israel's sons!But whence to thee this zeal? Where was it thenFor Israel, or for David, or his throne,When thou stood'st up his tempter to the prideOf numbering Israel—which cost the livesOf threescore and ten thousand IsraelitesBy three days' pestilence? Such was thy zealTo Israel then, the same that now to me.As for those captive tribes, themselves were theyWho wrought their own captivity, fell offFrom God to worship calves, the deitiesOf Egypt, Baal next and Ashtaroth,And all the idolatries of heathen round,Besides their other worse than heathenish crimes;Nor in the land of their captivityHumbled themselves, or penitent besoughtThe God of their forefathers, but so diedImpenitent, and left a race behindLike to themselves, distinguishable scarceFrom Gentiles, but by circumcision vain,And God with idols in their worship joined.Should I of these the liberty regard,Who, freed, as to their ancient patrimony,Unhumbled, unrepentant, unreformed,Headlong would follow, and to their gods perhapsOf Bethel and of Dan? No; let them serveTheir enemies who serve idols with God.Yet He at length, time to himself best known,Remembering Abraham, by some wondrous callMay bring them back, repentant and sincere,And at their passing cleave the Assyrian flood,While to their native land with joy they haste,As the Red Sea and Jordan once he cleft,When to the Promised Land their fathers passed.To his due time and providence I leave them."So spake Israel's true King, and to the FiendMade answer meet, that made void all his wiles.So fares it when with truth falsehood contends.