A Hermit of Carmel, and Other Poems

SCENE.— A ravine amid the slopes of Mount Carmel. On one side a hermitage, on the other a rustic cross. The sun is about to set in the sea, which fills the background .
HERMIT. Thou who wast tempted in the wilderness, Guard me this night, for there are snares in sleep That baffle watching. O poisoned, bitter life Of doubt and longing! Were death possible, Who would not choose it? But that dim estate Might plunge my witless ghost in grosser matter And in still closer meshes choke my life. Yet thus to live is grievous agony, When sleep and thirst, hunger and weariness, And the sharp goads of thought-awakened lust Torture the flesh, and inward doubt of all Embitters with its lurking mockery Virtue's sad victories. This wilderness Whither I fly from the approach of men Keeps not the devil out. The treacherous glens Are full of imps, and ghosts in moonlit vesture Startle the watches of the lidless night. The giant forest, in my youth so fair, Is now a den of demons; the hoarse sea Is foul with monsters hungry for my soul; The dark and pregnant soil, once innocent Mother of flowers, reeks with venomous worms, And sore temptation is in all the world. But hist! A sound, as if of clanking hoofs. Saint Anthony protect me from the fiend, Whether he come in guise of horned beast Or of pernicious man! If I must die Be it upon this hallowed ground, O Lord!
Enter a young KNIGHT.
See where a cross, inviting me to prayer, Outspreads its sacred arms. O first of many that mine eyes shall see On altar, tomb, and tower, Art thou the last of crosses come to me Before my guerdon's hour? Or first or last, and by whatever hands Here planted in the wild, Hail to thee, cross, that blessest in far lands Thy champion and thy child.
Nay, hold! A horse without a rider here? Perchance a devil, come, if I should mount him, To gallop with me into yawning hell. Yet he looks gentle, munching the young grass, The tempting bridle looped about his neck. I will go catch him. When the traders pass— And they pass after Christmas—I will barter The beast for a good cloak. The winter's blasts Are on us. KNIGHT. Behold the handmaid of the Lord. Be't done to me according to thy word —