“Cain”—the page blackened as I read
The awful name of him who led
God’s curse like lightning down to earth,
Blasting and scarring home and hearth.
XXXIV
I turned the page; I read the line
Of those old men, the half divine,
Of whom no record is supplied
But, “thus he lived, and then, he died—”
XXXV
Not any comfort could I find,
A sudden sickness seized my mind,
I felt my heart beat slow and weak
I tried to pray, I could not speak.
XXXVI
Oh! bitterness beyond compare.
When our last refuge fades to air;
Where shall the hopeless soul repose,
For who is there that surely knows?
XXXVII
I read how Saul in wild En-dor
Questioned the witch, and what he saw.
How Samuel’s ghost rose pale and grim
Out of the grave and answered him.