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* "Now bring ye forth the chariot of the God!
Bring him abroad,
See SOUTHEY's Curse of Kehama.
(anto XIV. “Jaga-naut."
For her the dismal pathway must be trod ;
The hall of Padalon, the dark, the dread,
And the relentless god
Frowns with his moody eyebrows. Naught avail
With those unpitying seers her terrors meek, Her soft-toned prayers, her cheek
So eloquently pale!
Hark to the cymbal, and the bellowing drum!
“Farewell, farewell !” she whispers. It is past; And round her, thick and fast,
The stifling flashes come.
Away, away !- they fly, those sights of death.
Now fiercer echoes scare my shuddering ear ! Hear’st thou ? I hear—I hear,
Upon the wild wind's breath,
The thunder of the chariot wheels, the shout
Of mighty multitudes that cheer or chide,
Hurriedly thronging out
From street and grove the human flood is poured; Mothers, and sons, and maidens whose white hands Wave wide the blazing brands :
And He, the mighty Lord,
The thousand-headed Serpent, sits the while,
Sceptred and crowned, upon his rolling throre,
Into a fearful smile.
Beneath the creaking axle the red flood
Gushes unceasing; scattered on the stones · Lie crushed and mangled bones;
Through slaughter and through blood
The chariot of the god—the dark god—reels ;
And laughter-shrill, unnatural laughter-rings
To meet the murderous wheels.
And still the cry goes up: “Begin the song
Begin !-Behold him on his golden seat,
Thus as he rides along,
" To worship him, the Lord, whose slaves we are !
Yea, yea, we worship, hymning now the hymn,
And flower-encircled car !”