LIV Soon in the combat-crash was tried The whirling of that trenchant blade The doughtiest warrior low. LV As while beside the rock he fought 9 The Roman chief prevailed, And each impetuous onslaught Alike in ruin failed; So Stephen, guarded by the Rock His Lord, withstood the conflict shock However oft attacked; And now he was about to prove His worthiness, and all men move By one surpassing act. D PART II. THE NARRATIVE OF HIS CAREER. LVI ALM on his sight the morning rose He faces his confronting foes In serried stern array; Each comes accout'red with the kind Of weapon suited to his mind, From Satan's armoury: Hatred, Revenge, Malice and Rage, Form fitting weapons to engage Their saintly enemy. LVII From far they flock, a conclave strange Men well-matured, or old, The brains of varying scope and range, The hearts of differing mould; To those whose claims of high descent Were with attractive person blent; Whose loftier intelligence Was founded on sound common sense Stamping the elder's face; Judea's sons were wont to give The powerful prerogative To judge the weighty case. LVIII The chief-priest to the seat sweeps by His stately presence, thoughtful eye, Chosen from out the council throng; Its larger calibre and mould Could grasp what others could not hold, Receive the shot of argument And hurl the missile strongly sent Toward th' appointed aim. LIX When Stephen's hast'ning footstep rings Along the massive hall A fixed and stern attention flings To one fierce point, the Sanhedrim The convex lens frail leaves may burn, But cannot into ashes turn The buttress of a tower. LX Now rises on the martyr's eye- A thick-wove carpet stretched below The doomed must quickly bear. LXI Their glittering eyes were coldly clear These could unmoved behold the tear In long habiliments arrayed They sit, whom mercy never swayed; Justice, unbiassed and severe, Was the sole word they cared to hear, Or feeling they would own. LXII He stands amid that gathered throng, His calm undaunted eye, Meets their stern looks with gaze more strong, And bears their scrutiny; He sees around those powers of ill, Whose hellish hate rejoiced to kill Thei Saviour and their King; Yet, by no craven fear oppressed, He speaks the high thoughts in his breast And dares what they will bring. |