LXVI. And here and there, on trees by lightning scath'd, Or, in fresh gore and recent murder bath'd, The funeral dirge, they down the torrent rowl'd: Had doom'd themselves; whence oft, when night controul'd The world, returning hither their sad spirits howl'd. LXVII. Meantime a moving scene was open laid; Through the drear caverns stretching many a mile, The sick up-raised their heads, and dropp'd their woes awhile. LXVIII. "O heaven! (they cry'd) and do we once more see "Yon blessed sun, and this green earth so fair? "Are we from noisome damps of pest-house free? "And drink our souls the sweet ethereal air? "O thou! or Knight, or God! who holdest there "That fiend, oh keep him in eternal chains! "But what for us, the children of despair, Brought to the brink of hell, what hope remains? "Repentance does itself but aggravate our pains." LXIX. The gentle knight, who saw their rueful case, Let fall adown his silver beard some tears. "Certes (quoth he) it is not even in grace, "T'undo the past, and eke your broken years: "Nathless, to nobler worlds Repentance rears, "With humble hope, her eye; to her is given "A power the truly contrite heart, that cheers; "She quells the brand by which the rocks are riven; "She more than merely softens-she rejoices Heaven. LXX. "Then patient bear the sufferings you have earn'd, "And by these sufferings purify the mind; "Let wisdom be by past misconduct learn'd: "Or pious die, with penitence resign'd; "And to a life more happy and refin’d, "Doubt not, you shall, new creatures, yet arise. "Till then, you may expect in me to find "One who will wipe your sorrow from your eyes, "One who will soothe your pangs, and wing you to the "skies." LXXI. They silent heard, and pour'd their thanks in tears. "For you (resum'd the knight with sterner tone) "Whose hard dry hearts th' obdurate demon sears, "That villain's gifts will cost you many a groan; "In dolorous mansion long you must bemoan "His fatal charms, and weep your stains away; "Till, soft and pure as infant goodness grown, "You feel a perfect change: then, who can say, "What grace may yet shine forth in Heaven's eternal "day?" LXXII. This said, his powerful wand he waved anew: Sweet love their looks a gentle radiance lends, In which they bade each lenient aid be nigh, LXXIII. It was a worthy edifying sight, And gives to human kind peculiar grace, To see kind hands attending day and night, With tender ministry, from place to place. Some prop the head; some, from the pallid face Wipe off the faint cold dews weak Nature sheds; Some reach the healing draught: the whilst, to chase The fear supreme, around their soften'd beds, Some holy man by prayer all opening heaven dispreds. LXXIV. Attended by a glad acclaiming train, Of those he rescu'd had from gaping hell, To see the helpless wretches that remain'd, LXXV. But ah! their scorned day of grace was past: For (horrible to tell!) a desert wild Before them stretch'd, bare, comfortless, and vast; There nor trim field, nor lively culture smiled; Through which they floundering toil'd with painful care, Whilst Phoebus smote them sore, and fired the cloudless air. LXXVI. Then, varying to a joyless land of bogs, Gaunt Beggary and Scorn, with many hell-hounds moe. LXXVII. The first was with base dunghill rags yclad, Meantime foul scurf and blotches him defile; And dogs, where-e'er he went, still barked all the while. LXXVIII. The other was a fell despiteful fiend: Hell holds none worse in baleful bower below: By pride, and wit, and rage, and rancour, keen'd; With nose up-turn'd, he always made a show Was cold, and keen, like blast from boreal snow: Such were the twain that off drove this ungodly fry. LXXIX. Even so through Brentford town, a town of mud, The filthy beasts, that never chew the cud, Still grunt, and squeak, and sing their troublous song, Ne ever find they rest from their unresting fone. |