ST. JOHN IN PATMOS. PART I. CAVE IN PATMOS.-APPARITION OF CHRIST.-MYSTERIOUS VISITANT.DAY, NIGHT, AND MORNING. 'Twas in the rugged and forsaken isle Of Patmos, dreariest of the sister isles To rove the seas with scymiter of blood, Now scowl'd in sullen exile-an old man, B Pale precipices frown'd above the track Of dark grey sands and stone; nor wood, nor stream, Cheer'd the lone vallies--desolate, and sad, And silent; not a goat amid the crags Wandering, and picking, here and there, a blade To man, and looking on his iron chain, The Old Man had his dwelling in a cave, Half-way upon the desert mountain's side, Now bent with the full weight of ninety years And upwards; and that cavern'd mountain-crag * Criminals banished to this island. Five years had been his dwelling:* there he sat, But, as was said, with spirits of the blest, Figs and Icarian honey were his food 1; An ill-carv'd cup, by a clear fount was seen; His long locks, and his white descending beard, His staff; and when the ev'ning star arose Old, but so reverenc'd, the murd❜rer pass'd * The period is uncertain. His rocky dwelling, and bade peace to it? "TWAS HE, who leant upon our Saviour's breast At the last supper-HE, to whom the Lord, His calm, clear forehead, and his clustering hair, Long years and many sorrows mark'd these years Had pass'd since this was said; and now that face Was furrow'd o'er with age; and weariness, And exile, in the last, lone days of life, Were now his lot; for They whom he had lov'd, Professing one warm faith, one glorious hope, Were all, in the same faith, and the same hope, Laid down in peace, after their pilgrimage, Where the world ceas'd from troubling: He alone, Linger'd, when all were dead, with fervent prayer, Soon in the bosom of his Lord to rest. And now he comes forth from his rocky cave Το gaze awhile upon the silent sea, In the calm eventide of the Lord's Day; To think on Him he lov'd, and of that voice It seem'd to touch his sandals, and retire. * Now Tino-island to the West. |