THE POWER OF BACCHUS. There came a knight in presence there, he named my master's name, God only knows the hearts of men; but 'twas a wondrous thing, But ancient service is forgot; and he, the Wise Man said, And therefore little will I name of what I then heard told, That my good lord's worst treasons were his broad lands and his gold. I saw him on the scaffold stand, the axe was gleaming bright; 27 He pray'd a prayer-he knelt him down-there smote a sullen sound,— No nobles bore the noble's pall, there was no funeral bell; THE POWER OF BACCHU S. TRANSLATED FROM THE GREEK OF EURIPIDES. BY THE LATE LORD VISCOUNT MELBOURNE. DIONYSUS. HERE on this Theban earth at length I stand; The son of Jove, I tread my native land; I,-whom midst Lightning's glare, and Thunder's roar, Thy Daughter, Cadmus, to the godhead bore, I,-Dionysus! Thus, in mortal guise, Around these famous scenes I cast my eyes : These scenes, which witness'd erst my mother's woes, Lo! near her mansion, from whose ruins bare Lo! there the sad memorial of her doom By Jove's own bolt: Lo! there my mother's tomb! I left behind me Lydia's golden sands, And Persia's sun-struck plains,—and Phrygia's lands; Thence Bactria's cities,-Media's land, distrest With wintry storms, and Araby the blest; And all of Asia's fair and fertile plain, That lies along the margin of the main, Where mix'd dwell Grecian and Barbarian powers, In cities throng'd with men, and crown'd with tow'rs; To thee, my mystic power shall first appear, My mother's sisters, have abjured my name; And charged (so Cadmus taught,) to hide her shame Her own dishonour on the Thunderer's name. This impious tale (they feign,) drew down his ire, And her destruction by his blasting fire. Them, from their homes, the Power they have reviled Has driven madd'ning forth into the wild : |