STROPHE II. Thus one ere now hath fed A youngling lion at his hearth, A joyaunce whom the old would bless. Then sought the outstretched hand, and smiled, ANTISTROPHE II. But older-grown it showed At length its parents' savage mood," Paying his fosterers' gifts of food 129 With their youngling lambs' slain multitude : And all the house grew rank with blood; A priest of wrong and misery, The house to wreck wherein its youth was nurst. STROPHE III. E'en thus there came, I fain would say, So hushed, so vision-like its ray. The tranquil idol of all wealth and power, * I never read this strophe but I am reminded of that beautiful passage, the description of Jane, in Mr. Planche's edition of Rowley's 'Woman never Vext,' and which, as it is no mere parallel or simple illustration, I will cite at length in this place: "Can she be mortal? I have read of shapes Like that, in legends of the olden days The beautiful imaginings of men Rapt and inspired! Such a form she wore, The nymph of Elis, whom the river-god Through earth and ocean follow'd-or young Thisbe, The fond, ill-fated Girl of Babylon! How fair her forehead is! And that soft cheek, Lest it should stain such purity! Her eyes, I will not wink, for fear the vision pass, And leave me, sorrowing!"-Act ii. sc. 2, p. 27. † Fresh as the young pet lion, there came to Troy a shape of beauty, gentle, calm, and spiritlike; but as that young lion after a while changed his mood and habit, so this Lovely One in a moment turned from her former self, altogether becoming, instead of a Bride of Love and Joy, a Bride of Lamentation and Woe-a curse to her husband instead of a blessing-and the Fury-like bane and loathing of all the other brides and bridegrooms of Troy. And all this was the work of Jupiter the Hospitable, in requital for the dishonourable deed of Paris in despoiling the Bed and Board of King Menelaus. ANTISTROPHE III. With men an old wise-word there lives, That at its noon man's vast felicity Hath sons, and will not blank and childless die; A restless greedy wrong, the race that rends. Apart, for never ends The rough deed's issue, wrought by godless hand; Its issue multiplies, a swarm, Its own true counterpart in form,133 A gallant line of children comes, To bless the hearth of righteous homes.* STROPHE IV. But Ancient Wrong is wont New Wrong to breed,13 That ever freshly, then or then, 135 Doth wanton in the woes of men. When comes the hour decreed : And the New bears Surfeit-pride, Ne'er in battle fierce withstood, Black Ate, wont in blackened hall to brood, "Men say that great happiness must some time or other breed misery. I say nay. Wrong and robbery may beget wretchedness; but good and upright families are, from their very nature, happy, and their happiness no man taketh from them. Evil may and does produce an ever-growing inveteracy of evil; but good is always equable, and ever true and consistent with itself." ANTISTROPHE IV. While Righteousness upon the smoke-dimmed cot136 Hurrying thence with back-turned eyes Power of wealth, that counterfeit, While with stern hand and strong the helm she plies, And pilots all things to their destinies. CHORUS. [Who sees at the distance the stir occasioned by the King's landing.] Come then, O King, come in thy great renown, Wrecker of old Troy-Town, Offspring of Atreus, how shall I address thee; How, without over-flight, Or stinting what is right, Hit the true meed of grace wherewith to bless thee? What seems to be, the mass of men prefer To that which is,138 and here do greatly err, All ready stand to groan,139 but sorrow's bite,140 But the good Shepherd knows his sheep the while; Nor him can that man's eyes escape that seem From out the full heart's loving stream, And smile with friendship's weak and watery gleam.14 A day there was, I will not hide the thing, Nor with a wise heart didst thou seem to hold A loving host whom death that hour might strike. Away the harsh unloving mind, For unto men who well have wrought, Thou, inquisition had, and all things heard, In time shalt know who righteously and well, In matters of the State hath minister'd. [The procession that has been approaching from the shore during the foregoing address of the Chorus now appears. Enter KING AGAMEMNON in a triumphal chariot, with CASSANDRA. Greek warriors and attendants following.] KING AGAMEMNON. 'Tis meet that Argos, first of all, I hail, Escort of And the Good Gods that guard her honoured pale: Heard they our deep debate of right and wrong, |