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The Scene before the Prison in Gaza.
Samson, [Attendant leading him.] A LITTLE onward lend thy guiding band To these dark steps, a little further on ; For yonder bank hath choice of sun or shade: There I am wont to sit, when any chance Relieves me from my task of servile toil, Daily' in the common prison else enjoin'd me, Where I, a prisoner chain'd, scarce freely draw The air imprison'd also, close and damp, Unwholesome draught: but here I feel amends, The breath of Heav'n fresh blowing, pure and sweet, With day-spring born; here leave me to respire. This day a solemn feast the people hold To Dagon their sea-idol, and forbid Laborious works; unwillingly this rest Their superstition yields me; hence with leave 15 Retiring from the popular noise, I seek This unfrequented place to find some ease, Ease to the body some, none to the mind From restless thoughts, that, like a deadly swarm Of hornets arm’d, no sooner found alone,
20 But rush upon me thronging, and present Times past, what once I was, and what am now. O wherefore was my birth from Heav'n foretold Twice by an Angel, who at last in sight Of both my parents all in flames ascended 25 From off the altar, where an offering burn'd, As in a fiery column charioting His God-like presence, and from some great act Or benefit reveal'd to Abraham's race?
36 Why was my breeding order'd and prescribd
As of a person separate to God,
50 O'ercome with importunity and tears? O impotence of mind, in body strong! But what is strength without a double share Of wisdom? vast, unwieldy, burdensome, Proudly secure, yet liable to fall
55 By weakest subtleties, not made to rule, But to subserve where wisdom bears command ! · God, when he gave me strength, to show withal How slight the gift was, hung it in my hair.
I must not quarrel with the will 60 of highest dispensation, which herein Haply had ends above my reach to know: Suffices that to me strength is my bane, And proves the source of all my miseries; and so huge, that each apart
65 Would ask á life to wail; but chief of all, O loss of sight, of thee I most complain! Blipd among enemies, O worse than chains, Dungeon, or beggary, or decrepit age ! Light, the prime work of God, to me' is extinct, 70
And all her various objects of delight
first created Beam, and thou great Word,
90 And almost life itself, if it be true That light is in the soul, She all in every part; why was the sight To such a tender ball as th' eye confin'd, So obvious and so easy to be quench'd ?
95 And not, as feeling, through all parts diffus'd, That she might look at will through every pore? Then had I not been thus exil'd from light, As in the land of darkness, yet in light, To live a life half dead, a living death,
200 And bury'd; but, O yet more miserable ! Myself my sepulchre, a moving grave; Bury'd, yet not exempt, By privilege of death and burial, From worst of other evils, pains and wrongs; 105 But made hereby obnoxious more To all the miseries of life, Life in captivity Among inhuman foes. But who are these ? for with joint pace I hear 110
The tread of many feet steering this way;
115 Let us not break in upon him: O change beyond report, thought, or belief! See how he lies at random, carelessly diffus'd, With languish'd head unpropt, As one past hope, abandon'd,
126 And by himself given over; In slavish habit, ill.fitted weeds O'er.worn and soil'd; Or do my eyes misrepresent? Can this be he, That heroic, that renown'd,
125 Irresistible Samson ? whom unarm'd No strength of man or fiercest wild beast could with
135 When insupportably his foot advancd, In scorn of their proud arms and warlike tools, Spurn'd them to death by troops. The bold Ascalo
nite Fled from his lion ramp; old warriors turn'd Their plated backs under his heel;
140 Or, grov'ling, soil'd their crested helmets in the dust. Then with what trivial weapon came to hand, The jaw of a dead ass, his sword of bone, : A thousand fore-skins fell, the flow'r of Palestine, Iu Ramath-lechi, famous to this day.