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THE ISCARIOT
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THE ISCARIOTBY EDEN PHILLPOTTS
WITH A FRONTISPIECE BYFRANK BRANGWYN, A.R.A.
LONDONJOHN MURRAY, ALBEMARLE STREET, W.191a
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THE ISCARIOT(/ a great cha?nber sits the Sanhedrin about Caiaphas.
To the west, between open pillars, a setting ?noon shines abovethe Jlat roofs of Jerttsalem. Dawn has totiched the east.Distant torch-light flashes fitfully and the air is tremttlous withthe murmur of a troubled city, [udas walks up and downbefo^-e the priests and elders. Upon the paven floor lie piecesof silver scattered, some of which are illuminated by the ?noonand shine white, while others, reflecting the radia?ice ofswinginglamps, glitter as though they were made ofgold.')
GIVE heed to me, ye Guardians of theLaw;Hear one cast out, already on the brinkOf the dark river. Now in patience learnThe truth of this same Jesus I have sold.But not for thirty pieces for a dream !Aye, listen well ; my blood's a phlegethonMy bosom bursts with this accursed sleightPlayed by the fiends of Tophet. Goneall
gone
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a THE ISCARIOTScattered and sped and vanished, like the veilThat golden mists of morning weave and windAbout a mountain's forehead, till the sun,Grown thirsty, drinks the nightly dew and
burnsThe blessed shade away.
Conceive my dream :Empire it was, and glory, and the reignOf Heaven unfolded here ; our citadelOur holy Zion raised to top the world ;The promise ratified ; the dynastyOf God and David's Son enthroned highWithin Judea's sacred heart, to sendSweet dayspring and deliverance and joyThrough earth's far bourne !
Ye priests, it was for thatFor that I laboured and for that I lived ;And ere yon lesser light, now gliding downUpon the starry purple, shall be gone,I thought that grey Gethsemane must seeJehovah crown His Son ! For thus it
standsUnder the signet of the Faithful One :
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THR ISCARIOT 3We are the crest and corner-stone of man,And hold earth's everlasting destinyBy the Eternal Will in our sole hand.To us the mastery of the world is given ;We only, the unchanging, steadfast rockIn this mad sea of change, endure and
stand.Unbowed, unbroken, and discriminateTill Time is told. Our Race alone of allShall ride upon the welter of the
worldThis seething ocean of unnumbered menPoured like a deluge forth from Hellas,
Rome,Gaul, and Armenia, from the misty NorthAnd Egypt's sandy heart. The Chosen we,And from our sacred and predestined rootThe Son of God must bloom. If otherwiseThe Eternal breaks His Covenant with
manA blasphemy to whisper. 'Tis for ChristFor Christ wc keep our blood a fountain
pure ;
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4 THE ISCARIOTFor Christ we walk unspotted as a maidThat waits her promised spouse.
Who better knowThan ye, how fainting earth Messiah craves?Who better know the faltering, the grief.The dwindling hope, the ever-waxing fear ?Pagans are thundering at our Temple gatesAnd at our hearts ; all expectation droopsAnd noblest spirits sicken with the dearthOf these sad, twilight days. Deep from their
tombsThe prophets of the promises, attent.Still listen, sleeping not until the truthWhispered by God, through God shall come
full roundUnto fulfilment. Yet Judea's ear,That strains for the first trumpet from on
high,Gleans nothing but the roar of Roman
wheelsAnd clang of mail, where the deep valley
dustSpews forth another legion ; still her eyes-
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THE ISCARIOT 5Her patient eyes, uplifted to the hillsSee nought but gathering eagles, that would
fainPlay vulture with her corse.
O Palestine !Thy zealous child was Judas till this morn.And love of thee, and hope, and utmost
faithIn thine eternal heritage from Heaven,Have slain him now. Yet can a myth so
weighThat men of might are called to perish
for it ?List then, how, yearning for Messiah's Hour,I met Him, as I dreamedthe Son of GodMoving amid His own, who knew Him not,
1 O me came Jesus, and I marvelled muchHow a poor preacher of the hedge and
ditchShould dare to challenge reason. " Friend,"
said I,For I had heard the seer tell his tale,
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6 THE ISCARIOT" Now hail thee, ' King of Beggars,' not of
men !Go, stir the antres of the wildernessFor starving, wolfish things that cry to
herdAnd hunt their betters ; promise ample preyTo vermin and the pariahs of earthThe living dust that rises in a stormTo choke clean throats and nostrils. Foolish
man !Equality thou preachest in God's Name,Who made all things unequal ; thou wouldst
setThat futile, deadly lance in every handTo wound itself withal. And what of these ?Dost think this fortid rout of draggle-tailsAnd dropsies and lopped limbs and palsied
legsDoth march to take a kingdom ?
" True, thou say'stThy kingdom is not founded upon earth.Then shall this cankered trash ascend to
Heaven, . '
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THE ISCARIOT 7Where kings do service and the prophets
kneelBefore the Throne of God ? What pledge
hast thou,Wild shepherd of the goats, that shall
affirmThy fold's security ? The robber folkThose nomad leaders, who draw men away,And sharpen secret swords on desert stonesTo carve up our tame cities presentlyTheir purpose one doth comprehend, but
thine ?What head shalt thou make ? Who shall fear
thine hordes ?What sure salvation may this crippled bandOf all incompetencies win from thee ?Lead them direct, if thou wouldst be their
friend,Down to the silent sanctuaries of death,Where none shall suffer at them. It isthereTheir heritage doth lie. In mercy pointThe shortest road and bid them follow it.
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8 THE ISCARIOTThat earth may sweeter be by their surcease.Their malady is weaknessa supremeAnd potent poison in the world's affairs,That, like some foul but ever-flowing tide.Creeps up the rock of power and lifts and
liftsTo drown the lonely strong. This rodent
plagueJudea frets, and now, most sorely struckBy the fierce hectic of that fever fell.She faints beneath the mastership of Rome.Ye teach the weak to hate and not to trust ;Ye cry that strength is sin and might a
viceIn sight of the Almighty ! Erring friend,If weakness be the highest good on earth.Then let the highest weakness rule the earth.And yonder crooked fragment of a man,Half eaten by the leprosy, that dragsHis trunk with handless arms along the
dust,Be lifted to the throne, or take the fieldAgainst our myriad foes ! "
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THE ISCARIOT 9But Jesus boreWith all the withering- scorn I poured about
His ragged faction. Gently thus he spake:" Upon the weakest link depends the chainThat draws to Heaven. All mankind in
truthMay win thereto, but yet is it decreedThat these sore-stricken, wounded companiesOf unloved and unprofitable peopleInherit first; for if they be not heirsOf their Eternal Father's home, then noneIs heir and He shall all forget. But knowThe Everlasting One appraiseth notMan at man's value. On a golden scaleGod measures, and the weight thereof is
love.Oh ! subtle, subtle is the love of GodA fire that eats the green and spares the
dry;A wind that blows away the heavy grainFrom earthly threshing-floors, and leaves the
chaffFor heavenly garners, 'Tis a force beyond
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lo THE ISCARIOTAll wit of man to mete, or dimly know,Or watch i' the working ; therefore be assuredThat many a mighty one ye hold and
hugAnd deem august and call the salt of earth.Shall prove but dust of Heavenless, far
lessThan these poor, hunger-bitten, frantic things.Led by the first faint hope their souls have
known,That crawl to make my pomp." Further he
spakeYe know the matter of his charge and plea.Since often, in your darkness, ye have cursedTo mark the message echoed high and low.But me he tented deep : his rede was new.Yet pregnant, and it touched me to the
quickOf my soul's life ; for long had I believedThat good and evil in the ways of manWere ravelled up and knotted and entwinedBeyond all resolution ; sure was IThat in the alembic of the human heart
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THE ISCARIOT nOld rights and wrongs were melted into
one ;That evil leavened good, that good itself,Since the Mosaic legacy was spent,Had grown of grim complexion ; and I sawHow values after measurement of manWere vain and void.
He said that he was God,And reason fell upon its knees to hear,For he believed himself! There was in
himLiving assurance and the power to winA cold and doubting spirit with a phrase.He said that he was God, and I believed,Wrested thereto by shock of wakened loveAnd pride in friendship ; for until he cameBefore the portals of this lonely heartAnd sought to enter, all my life austereHad driven men away, where beacons burnedThat promised warmer welcome. Thus it
fell
That I accepted from my pent-up heartFully and perfectly with hungry joy
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12 THE ISCARIOTFor when such secret souls as mine once
love,The torrent bursts all bounds and pours
itselfIn a raging flood. And as I haunted him,To hear the evangel, luminous and pure,Of his most glorious hope, I felt in truthThe Ancient of the Ages had sent forthHis very Son to earth, and willed that HeShould walk unseen till now. For this man
livedWith such a life as never had I seenIn all the paths of men ; a bloom of beingShone like the Springtime from his radiant
soul.He gave his life as others fling awayTheir richesgave and gave and gave again.Like the sweet music of the psaltery,That wearies never while the fingers pluck.Even so he, while men had ears to hear,Sang a new music to humanity.He held a light ; he spake a wondrous
word,
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THE ISCARIOT 13And Mercy was its name : gentle indeed,Yet terrible. A boon and bcnisonTo all forgotten, fruitless, weary soulsAnd the sad staple of our human kind ;A death eternal to the order old,That sank within the still and marble pastEntombed by him.
' The poor in spirit blessed !Lo, what a challenge, what an anthem
new,Dropped like a singing star from highest
Heaven,Was there of revolution ! So he came,From David's seed to make the peace with
God:Rainbow of Promise on the thunder-cloudOf our primordial fall and dreadful fateThe Christ indeed !
" Oh, let one joyful shoutFrom all the wide-winged seraphim in
Heaven,Proclaim Thee now the Master of this
world !
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14 THE ISCARIOTThus cried my awakened soul I gave up allAnd followed him, and left him nevermore.My hard-won learning into night I castBefore this dawn of everlasting truth,Emptied my brain and scoured away my lore.As I had cleansed a vessel that was foul ;I scorned my body, elbowed the unclean,Suffered the heat and hunger, shared my
goods,And held our pitiful purse ; all I forgotAnd put behind me, since it was his will,Thus sacrificing reason to the faithThat he was come to feed the starving, earth.'fc>
/\bove all else that drew me to him firstThere rang a mighty manifest of truth :That Heaven's whole kingdom lay within the
heart !As corn doth wait the coming of the rainTo spread a vernal veil upon the earth.Even so rich and heavenly a harvest-fieldEach man may make of his poor, barren
self,
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THE ISCARIOT tsGiven the grain from God ! For that aloneThat echo of a golden verityReverberating to despondent soulsI would have followed Jesus.
Close I kept,But not submerged within the gathering hostThat moved about his way. Far otherwise'Twas my swift ear that ever truliest heard ;'Twas I that of the twelvehis chosen
onesGrew drunk upon the cup he offered us.To no high issues were the rest ordained ;The draught he daily poured fired not at allTheir simple minds : as dew-drop from the
reed,His secret 'scaped them. Like a flock of
sheepThey grazed along behind the shepherd's
heels,Content to follow where he chose to go,To ask for nothing but their daily meed,And bleat a little when the way was
steep.
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i6 THE ISCARIOTBut, through the chambers of my swifter
brain,The force ineffable and secret fireOf all he taught us leapt and burned apace.In frenzy of anticipation fierceI saw the promised conquest of this
world,That first should come ; I ate my spirit out.While still he tarried, caring not that timeSped on, and that Judea's lowly couchWas wet with tears.
Then, what he would not tell,I strove to win by ambushes of wordsAnd questions deeply masked. Through starry
nights,When far afield amid the desert wilds,Or by the margin of the inland sea,Way-worn and weary, he would lay him
downTo sleep on any pillow with the twelve,I pressed him close, revealed my loftier
thoughtsAnd wider sympathies. I showed to him
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THE ISCARIOT 17How far unlike the fishermen was IHow swift of mind and subtle ; how I saw,Out of the human love I bore to him,The goal whereto he travelled, and the
wayI spoke of mighty dead who knew not
God,Yet whom God knew, and breathed upon and
showedThe fore-glow whose true dawn would blaze
anonTo light His Chosen. Yea, I told the taleOf Athens and the wondrous sons she bareTo the true God, while yet unnumbered falseTore at the people's hearts with human
hands.For human were theymen and women allWrought by the seers of that olden timeTo be a boon for them who cried for
gods.Living and breathing visions from the void,They came in sunny splendour to the folk,And all the people lived beside their gods
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i8 THE ISCARIOTAs learned magi and the sages liveBeside their symbols. But mock deitiesPossess no power to make their servants
men,Such as are we ; though cunning artists came,Juggled with marble, ivory, and gold,And raised a very galaxy of godsOn high for devilish idolatryWithin a thousand temples. Now the doomOf the one God we worship falls, and
nightEternal soon shall gulf that lingering broodOf gods inferior to Fatepoor ghostsLess than their Themis Jove's assessor dire.Anon, I named in his unlisting earThat master-spirithe who steadfast shoneLike a sure pharos on the broken wavesAnd ebb and flow of thought ; to show the
rocksThat filled those stormy channels, ere our
GodThe charted way for evermore revealed.But nought he cared for Socrates, until
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THE ISCARIOT 19I named the hemlock cup, and then, indeed,All vague and drowsy at the brink of
sleep,Declared that earth must ever stone and
slayHer prophets. So he fell on slumber deep,As one, who having poured his life all dayFor others' need, must seek the founts of
restAnd deeply draw against to-morrow's toll.But I slept not : my mind, on pinions swiftWon from his word, now traversed life and
time ;Dwelt with the rising and the setting stars ;Leapt the black hills with day to ravish
night ;Brooded upon our destiny, and stroveHow to unwind the purpose of the presentWith all its sordid ugliness and want.Whence this sad waste, these temporalmiseriesOf meagre food, cold welcome, chill responseUnto the tidings ? Wherefore did he choosy
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20 THE ISCARIOTSo arid, profitless, and thorny a pathTo David's empty throne? And for how
longWould he remain content to wear the dressOf muddy man, while from his eyes there
glowedThe fire divine? Now in a gentle beamOf most benignant light 'twas wont to
shine ;Now, like the awful, azure tongue of levinFrom heart of storm, it flashed the ire of
God ;And whether 'twas a smile he downward
cast,Gentle and lambent on the little onesWho struggled to be throned upon his knee,Or 'gainst yourselves a knotted brow he
bentTo shrivel up your broad phylacteriesWhether in joy or sorrow, peace or pain.Those eyes declared him, born out of the
blueOf sea and sky and mountain-purple dim
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22 THE ISCARIOTTo feel the wind upon her sails' deep bosomAnd the wide wave, that laughs and shows
its teethSmote by her virgin stem. And thus her
courseShe takes and weds the fickle main, nor
knowsHow long his love will last. In maiden
trustShe bows to the great deep and yields herselfInto his keeping, with companionshipOf willing winds and waves and leaping
foam.Music doth mark her going, where the ropesSing to the harper with the unseen hand ;A sudden splendour of pure golden lightBurns on her opening wings, and from the
sunTo the least human eye upon the shore,All mark her hopeful course and joyful
might.Taking good heart and happiness to seeThe pride of Sidon sweep upon her way.
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24 THE ISCARIOTHe is a Galileanmen who dreamBy nature, and their visions oft translateInto the stuff of warlike, waking life.His heart to yours is as the living budTo the dead leaf beside it on the bough.Remember, priests, that he believed himselfYea, he believed himself; and was it strangeThat, seeing men and what men seek and
shun,And measuring the gulf that yawned betwixtHis own sad soul and theirs, this NazareneShould dream a fiery breath of very GodHad burned into his bosom? Was it strange?Then read the world's innumerable heartsYea, read your own, and match me if you
canA heart like his-this lonely man of men !I ever knew him best ; 'twas I that sawThe truth eternal gleam like gem in jewelWhen he but talked to children : I perceivedThe deepening mystery and waxing wonderAs swift, from strength to strength, he upward
soared,
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THE ISCARIOT 25Upon the wings of his great spirit borne,While weak and weaker grew his earthly
frame.I knew the never-sleeping voice he heardThat called to battle, and I shook to knowMore than the master's self could guess or
see ;For here all human hope of Heaven, housedWithin a habitation perilous,And man's salvation, now within man's sight.Threatened through man's own frailty to fail !Measure ye that ? Full sure the tortuous
waysOf dialectic deep that ye pursue.Should train your minds to this same
subtletyThat made me fear. I thought he was a
lampA lamp incarnate, dazzled by the glareOf his own awful radiance and the blazeOf the supernal Godhead, Who had willedDescend upon this humble one ; I fearedA load, too weighty for the Anakim,
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26 THE ISCARIOTBegan to kill my Jesus. His poor fleshSank underneath the strain ; he fainted oftAnd suffered through long secrecies ; he
wept ;He groaned in spirit with his Father hid ;Battled through many a midnight hour with
Fear,And gazed in terror at the front of Fate.He moved as one who shudders for his
thought,And cannot banish from his fearful eyesThe haunting shadow that will peep and
peer.Stumbling in our mortality, too weakTo tear it from him ; shrinking, flinching
yetFrom all the majesty and magnitudeOf the high task, that echoed to his soulFrom the far corridors of earliest time,When Adam fell, he went his doubtful way.Still, still the master spake with Heaven's
voice,But was content to speak ; to act delayed.
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THE ISCARIOT 27And this I marked and girt my huge resolveTo make him act and sweep him surely onTo his epiphany.
With zeal at heat,Undaunted courage, and the purest faithThat ever burnedan incense unto God ;Fired for my failing country ; torn with lustTo do my Father's will, I strove to findWhether I might in all humilityEssay the help that to his fellow-manMan giveth. Seeing, then, that Jesus knewOur common suffering and sadly bentBeneath the stern and universal yoke,I spake to him and bade him doff his
flesh,As one doth doff a garment before toil."Jesus of Nazareth, Thou Prince of Light,Leave prayers and fasting unto sons of men.
Who know but how to pray and how tofastThou art the Son of God ! Thy Father nowBends His omnipotent and questioning eyes
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28 THE ISCARIOTFrom the lone height of Heaven to seek His
Son.He searcheth not beside the dusty knoll,Nor scorched highway, nor shadow of the
stone,Nor temple of red, jackal-haunted rocksUpon the desert sand. Not on the waveWhen fishers draw their nets through Galilee,Nor mid the shards and skeletons that
showWhere cities stood to crown the vanished
past.His First Begotten shall the Godhead find ;Not synagogues reward the Almighty's search.Nor yet the Temple, where keen, vulpine
eyesOf them that hate Thee flash, and where the
earsAre pricked that would confound Thee in
Thy speech.A sword, my Master, Thou hast come to
draw ;Then bare it, and along that awful blade
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THE ISCARIOT 29Bring down the thunderbolt upon Thy foesAnd liberate the people of our God.Loose tiiem and lift them up. Let them
ariseOut of the dust rejoicing and be wholeA nation worth Thy kingshipyea, a raceWhose humblest ones are fit to fill the
thronesOf lesser kingdoms. O Thou Son of
Heaven,To rule and reign Thou com'st ! Thy Godly
partIs not to creep with mean humilityAmong the weary-footed. Thou dost bringSalvation to the stricken sons of Time,For all are lost without Thee. Hearken then !Messiah is MessiahHe redeemsThe suffering of all the suffering earth ;.But, Jesus, Thou dost suffer with the restA suffering Messiah ! 'Tis a wrong,And bitter slight to Heaven. Angels weepAt Thine unseemly torments, for they knowThe Saviour comes to save and not to suffer.
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30 THE ISCARIOTOut of the night the enemy doth roarAnd hem the darkness in with flaming orbs,While Palestine, poor scape-goat of the world,Bleats for the trusted shepherd that she loved.And marvels that he hath deserted her.From out their shattered and forgotten gravesThe saints and prophets lift a knell to
Thee ;And on the wide-wayed paths and plains of
HeavenThine hosts await one archangelic word,To loose the hurricane of a million wines,If Thou but lift Thine eyesthose haunted
eyesThat seek the sky no more, but home in
dustWhile on this hunger-starved and panting earth,The spirit of Judea, smouldering stillIn many a fruitful, patient one, shall leapLike fire to fire and lift an answering
flame,And light the everlasting legions hereTo David's City.
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32 THE ISCARIOTBut answered with the lash of cold rebuke,And bade me hide myself, nor meet his
gazeUntil my knees were weary of the earth.Doth fealty, then, demand unthinking suitSuch as our dogs have power to render us ?I thought not so, and smarted when he
chode.Setting his v/rath to human frailty.That kindled into anger at the truthUpon my tongue. Yet me he did not dauntI yielded not, nor mourned my earnest words.Since they were winged with love of God and
Man,But felt the more affirmed to urge him onAnd onward. Yea, I studied deeper yetHow best to point the road that he must
go.Since, man to man, I stronger felt than heAnd mightier to hold the Light aloft.Had I been chosen for the cresset-head.Then, after prayer and fast and lonely hours,As deep and secret as the master's own.
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THE ISCARIOT 33There flashed upon my hardy soul fromGodFrom God I fondly dreamedthe dreadful
deedThat doth confound me now.
JiLvEN thus I wroughtWhen round the Passover had come againAnd to Jerusalem he set his face,I learned your conclave sat in secrecyAnd pondered still how best to overthrowThe man the people loved. Then hastened IFrom Bethany and, with a stroke of guileDeeper than yours, declared how I might
giveJesus into your hands at dead of night,When all the city slept. I feigned to sellThe man I thought was God ; and glad were
ye,
Haggling like hucksters in the mart of flesh,To buy a prophet's blood for yonder trashThat blights the mottled marble of the floor.Then there awoke the spirit we call Chance,
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34 THE ISCARIOTTo fool and fortify me at a breath ;For clear unto my busy brain it seemedThat Jesus knew full well the thing I did,And when this night in upper room we satAt meat together, twice he smiled on me.And I discerned approval in his eyes." Do quickly what thou doest." Thus he
spakeAnd I went forth into the deep blue night,F.re yet the wonder of the lesser starsWas dimmed before the moon. In hungry
joyI ran to help the Son of God ; I cameAnd planned with ye to lead your servants
forthThrough the still olive gardens of that gladeWhere best he loved to pray.
It was ordainedWhere I should meet your people, where the
routA.nd soldiers and centurion should bideTo wait me. Then with soul translated high,Ecstatic, fleet of foot, along I went
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THE ISCARIOT 35Through moonlit paths of the night-hidden
Mount,That I might see if all were well with him.Because he knew, indeed, that this still hourWas great with his great destiny ; he knewThe orb and sceptre of all earth were setUnto his blessed hand. Thus ran my thought,And, hid behind an ancient bole, I saw,In battle with the ever-living God,My master all alone.
How small he lookedHow small and shrunk and desolate ! The
sightMy own high spirit quenched and chilled my
heart.
1 HOU knowest, O priests, how all ourrolling hills
Are clothed in misty green and flashing firesThat twinkle when the winds but touch the
woods.Where in her legions doth the olive stand.There is a glittering of silver light
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36 THE ISCARIOTWithin them, and wine-purple shadows roveUpon their billowing breasts. They are the
garbAnd deathless vesture of our aged hills ;They robe each undulation, knap, and knoll ;And oft their name upon the sacred pageOf God's own message lies. In Spring they
scentThe air with myriad blossoms, and the joyOf all their new-born leaves doth roll alongA cloud of radiant silver o'er the Mount.And later, ere the precious seed-time comes.And harvest-fields grow white, and skin of
grapeThins underneath the lustre of the bloom,Their berries turn to ripeness, till each treeDoth show her diadem of starry leavesAll gemmed with purple. And our God hath
saidThat we shall strike them not a second timeAnd clamber not again amid the boughs,To shower their treasure on the sheet out-
spread,
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THE ISCARIOT 37But leave good measure of His gracious giftFor fatherless and widows, and for themWho seek as strangers for our comforting.A symbol thus of charity she stands ;And so did Jesus seek her, for he readPure love into her loveliness ; he foundThat fragrant peace and silence made their
homesAmid her secret places. Them he soughtAnd now I watched, the while he sought in
vain.'Tis an abode of eld, where Time's own selfMay be surprised asleep, and primal thingsBrood near, unseen but felt ; the mysteryOf peace stupendous, of a peace beyondThe gentlest whisper of a tongue to tellDoth shroud this place ; and here, upon the
earth,He knelt in torment. Round about his feetThe blood-red wind-flowers blew, their coloursuckedAway by the white moon, and through the
bough
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38 THE ISCARIOTLow stars flashed largely from a fret of
leavesWhere dim. innumerable olives dreamedLike smoke of myrrh and storax.
Hast thou heardOld olive trees that murmur in the night?Dost know the bated hush they keep? Hast
seenThe moon cast down at foot of every treeA shadow, like an ebon garment droppedFrom each time-foundered trunk ? All stunted,
gnarled,They huddled round about him where he
knelt,And made a; cincture of their aged limbsAbove his secret agonies, as thoughThe venerable, grey ambassadorsWere pilgrims from another world than ours.Where trees are conscious creatures. Ears
had theyAnd eyes : they heard and saw. In dismal
tranceAbove his dolour, all the ambient air
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THE ISCARIOT 39Was sunk and held its sorrowful breath
awhile,Afraid to whisper. Interlacing boughsBy chance upon his lonely place of prayerThe shadow of a Roman cross threw downAlong the dew-white grasses ; and he sawAnd swiftly marked the filthy symbol flungInto that anguished hour. The moon shone
full
Upon his harrowed forehead, and I staredTo see his years had doubled in an
hour.His burning, tearless eyes were lifted upTo mirror all the woe of all the world,And blazing agony burned on his browLike a red flame ; he writhed and flung him
downWith face against the earth ; and his dire
loadOf torn and tortured clay upon this rackSeemed like to perish ere he cast it off.He fought, the soul embattled 'gainst the
flesh ;
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40 THE ISCARIOTAnd still most steadfastly I watched with
faith,Believing in my heart that he was God.Yet did I weep, for well I loved the manAnd would have succoured him in that dark
hour,But that I knew the battle now he wagedMight not be shared. I mourned his awful
griefAnd then to joy arose, and scarce could
hideFor longing to give praise. I watched and
sawThe Godhead conquer ! After bitter stressHe lifted up his head, destroyed the peace,And thrilled the listening forest with a
prayer.Aloud he wailed, and through the nightly
aislesOf all that sylvan gloom his piteous voiceLike a lost spirit thrid. And thus he
cried :" Father ! if it be possible, this cup
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THE ISCARIOT 41Remove from me." Whereon the silence
creptClose, like a presence ; for not only heBut all earth listened, and that planet oldWe call the moon, while in the upper airOf widest welkin, not a single starBut ceased its throb to hear the Father's
voiceRing through high Heaven,
Now his haunted eyesMy master closed and waited patientlyIf peradventure should an angel flyWith answer to his prayer. But all was still,And since none came, a deep and doleful
breathShook him where still he knelta racking
sighThat menaced his worn life and weary heart.Again he spake, and in a voice resignedYielded his manhood and assumed the God." Not as I will, my Father, but as ThouShalt will, so be it!" Then I knelt me
down6
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42 THE ISCARIOTEven as Jesus rose, all imminent,And shone and towered above himself, as
thoughSome cloud celestial he had been, that crownsThe heights of earth and lifts, itself a world.To take the glory of the noonday sunUpon its many mounting crests and domes.And golden gleaming pinnacles. So heNow stood transfigured, mighty, motionless,His eyes uplifted upon Heaven's gateTo see the portals swing ! And to my sense,Enthralled by this full moment, now it
seemedThe entranced night awakened at his wordAnd burst its long suspension budded,
bloomedIn scent and song and joyful murmuringsThrough every dusky dene and solemn depthOf all those woodland ways. For nigh r.t
hand,Within a myrtle thicket by the pathThat hither led, where the sweet mastic growsAnd fragrant, hoary herbs defy the sun.
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THE ISCARIOT 43The liquid music of a little birdNow sudden tinkled forth melodiously.A hidden bul-bul had begun to singIn dreams upon his perch, then waked himselfAnd poured from out that dewy dingle darkA hymn of praise ; so that the bird and IWere first of the world's creatures to proclaimThe Son of God. Then round about there
sprangGreat candid lilies from adoring earth,That lifted all their silver censers sweetAbout his dusty knees. Aloft there hung,In ordered legions round the pascal moon,A gathering fret and panoply of clouds,That from their woven woof and web of pearlAbout the orb, in one translucent cirque,Cast a dim rainbow. Then they broke and
massedUntil the sky, to my transported sense.Began to be alive with rushing wingsAnd swift, star-pointed lances. Knowing thenThe time was come, I tore me from my
place,
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44 THE ISCARIOTTo speed where the impatient torches flashedAnd men cried out for Judas.
JLike a snake,With rufous scales and smoking breath, we creptWinding along the Mount. The patient treesTook on our sanguine livery one by one ;The owlet fled into the virgin darkBefore our riot. Scattered we the dewP'rom off the grasses, bruised the sleeping
flowers,And frighted things unseen in holt and den ;We threaded still Gethsemane with fireAnd stench and sooty smoke, that rolled aloftAbove the mail-clad men, till all the earthWas fouled and violated ere we cameTo his inviolate place. But I beforeThe mob so swiftly flew, they bade me stay,Nor overrun their rabble. On we faredUntil we came where Jesus waited us.Surrounded by those others who had sleptThe while he suffered. Him I straightway
kissed
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THE ISCARIOT 47To rend the living present from our hands ;It Icapcth down upon the hchnsman, Hope,Who steers each labouring barque of human
life,
And fastens on him, tiger-wise and fanged,Until the tiller's free, the vessel wrecked.It gnaws the lust of living from the heart,Endeavour slays, emasculates the will ;It broods and breeds and festers, till that
man,Noble of heart enough to feel its power,Carries a hideous load of gangrened soulWhile yet his flesh is firm ; and thus he
movesAmid the pinnacles of agonyThat only spirits know, and shrieks aloudHis sleepless sin. Have I not often seenIts ravages within those trusting heartsThat went along with him ? Aye, that I have,And marvelled how he held the dreadfulpowerWith gentlest words to kill, a bounding hope.Or bring a hale and happy human soul.
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48 THE ISCARIOTAll joy, with life on tiptoe, down to thisInfernal depth and fling it suddenlyWrithing and maimed upon the shards of sin,Like a cut worm. And here stand I
destroyedBy this unspeakable and deadly bane ;For though my purpose aimed as high as
Heaven,Its overthrow now flings me to the deep,With those accursed who betray their trustAnd earn remorse : Hell's masterpiece. My
heartDoth hold Gehennalength and breadth and
verge ;Its least and mightiest torments hide withinThis single bosom, where but yesternightHomed all the bliss of Heaven ; and I
standSuppliant for deaththe death ye measure
him.Tormented am I to the raging coreOf my dark soulall dazed and terrified.Like to an over-driven beast, that glares
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THE ISCARIOT 49And foams with thirst and pleads wild-eyed
for peace.I loved him, loved him with most passionate
love ;And that same love, now fallen on such bale.By the Almighty's dread decree, doth bringMy toll of days in helpless, hopeless gloomTo death inexorable.
Dead indeedUnto this world am Iwakened from dreamsOf Zion's far-flung glory to a mornMost desolately dark. My country's good,Her welfare and her triumph ultimateStill lie within Jehovah's council hid.'Tis not for me : 'tis never now for meTo run beside the chariot-wheel of GodAnd that's a grief to slay a heart like
mine,Fed on the manna of the promisesHe breathed ; but worse is here of agony,Most personal, particular, and close.I loved the man, I say, and still love on,Albeit the God was but a god-like dream.
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50 THE ISCARIOTAnd what remains ? The man that dreamedso wellLies in your power, a jest for Roman slaves,Who spit upon him by the guard-room fire.Fling purple on his shoulders, thrust a reedWithin his patient hand and bid him tellTheir cursed names that smote him. His
great soulYe cannot mar, but mine ye must polluteBeyond all strength but the Eternal's ownTo cleanse, if ye shall crucify that man.O Caiaphas, doth yet thy breast-plate hideA heart beneath its twelve-fold splendour
bright ?Then strive to feel therein what now I
feel.
And pity me in truth by pitying him.Who at the Everlasting's whisper dark.And secret will, by us not understood,Was driven to declare himself Messiah.Is that which we call madness also sin ?Then half the world we pity, we should
damn.
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THE ISCARIOT 51The mad are God's own mouthpiece ; wouldst
thou dareThus to destroy the chosen of the Lord ?What sin dost find in him ? His gentle witsRun over into this, and who is hurt?Granted his word was vain ; yet all his actsWho live, that love their neighbour as
themselves,Can less than praise and honour ? He but
taughtThat God is love ; then let that love of
lovesCast out the fear for evermore ye preachOh ! let him mercy have, who mercy broughtA gift from Heaven to the merciless.Are ye akin to that unthinking herdWho will cry " Crucify ! " when day is come,Because their promised God is but a man ?Do ye, too, seek to feed your priestly hateOn innocence? Nay, take the guilty oneWho well hath earned the worst that ye can
do.'Tis I that should be crucified ; 'tis I
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52 THE ISCARIOTThat planned and plotted to confound your
craftAnd cast you down to night ; 'tis I that
strove,With all my passionate, unsleeping strength,Upon your ruined synagogues to foundA Temple where no priests shall ministerOr cast their shadows between God and man !Take me and let him go. What sin is his?What table hath he spread for hungry menYe could not sup at ? Search the Thora
through,Ye shall not find a law to slay this man ;And that done, seek again within yourselves.Where sit the heavenly arbiters, and hearWhat saith the still small voice that, like a
bell,Strikes in the holy places of man's heart.'Twill bid you pardon him and let him goIn peace away. Oh ! ye that hold the power.Wield it but gently o'er this innocent head,Whose only thought was rescue of mankind.
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THE ISCARIOT 53The man is young ; his universal loveHath burnt him up. Enthusiasm deep,With a fierce aura of divine desire,Doth quite consume him, even while he
strivesBy its celestial light to find his way,And still existeth, sick almost to death.Then let him pass in peace, where he hath
foughtAnd loved and striven, flinging forth his daysLike rainbows through the gloom of Palestine,Till all are spent. Leave ye the man to God,And suffer me to die for him.
Your headsYe shake against me. Ye resign and doomThis sad, unspotted fool of highest HeavenTo Golgotha? Then heed a dying tongueThat tolls on life's last threshold and shall
soundNever again for shadow-casting men.May every piece of that foul silver thereSparkling, as Satan's eyes beneath the TreeOf Knowledge in the gardenmay each one,
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54 THE ISCARIOTAll wet with Jesus' blood, go breed in hellAs money never bred on earth. May eachBeget a million dagger-pointed flamesTo scorch and blister in your deathless flesh ;May all the art of fiends devise such griefAs ruined souls have never known, till yeSink to the lowest vault and torture-houseGehenna holds. Your cursed hearts are stone,But in the fury of the nether firesThey'll crack at last, and tear your bosoms
out,And leave you empty for the undying wormTo fret and gnaw through all eternity.'Tis I that must be damned upon this earthWhile my betrayal lives in memoryMisunderstood of ages ; yet an hourDoth lie in time when the Eternal HandShall seal forgiveness. Now I go my way,To quit me of this dust men Judas call,And take my lowly, penitential placeBefore the portal of that secret State,Where ghosts of men abide the will of God.Thither I hasten, that when Jesus comes.
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