Alfred George Stephens(28 August 1865 - 15 April 1933 / Toowoomba)
- by Alfred George Stephens34
Babylon has fallen! Aye; but Babylon endures Wherever human wisdom shines or human folly lures; Where lovers lingering walk beside, and happy children play, Is Babylon! Babylon! for ever and for aye. The plan is rudely fashioned, the dream is unfulfilled, Yet all is in the archetype if but a builder willed; And Babylon is calling us, the microcosm of men, To range her walls in harmony and lift her spires again; The sternest walls, the proudest spires, that ever sun shone on, Halting a space his burning race to gaze on Babylon.
Babylon has fallen! Aye; but Babylon shall stand: The mantle of her majesty is over sea and land. Hers is the name of challenge flung, a watchword in the fight To grapple grim eternities and gain the old delight; And in the word the dream is hid, and in the dream the deed, And in the deed the mastery for those who dare to lead. Surely her day shall come again, surely her breed be born To urge the hope of humankind and scale the peaks of morn --
To fight as they who fought till death their bloody field upon, And kept the gate against the Fate frowning on Babylon. Babylon
The Hanging Judge
- by Alfred George Stephens18
I am the Judge, the flower of the law, Bolstered in, privileged, all men's awe; When I am pleased to display my wit The court is a-cackle with joy of it; When my liver is slightly out of order Woe to who crosses me—barrister, warder! How do I rule the obsequious gang? The secret is simple—I always hang! One plant in my legal garden grows: The mandrake's shriek is the solace I chose; And I water my treasure whenever I can With the blood that drips from a gibbeted man. Justice? Fiddlesticks! Mercy? Fudge! I am the Judge! I am the Judge. I like to dine Before I charge: then, flushed with wine, I bully the jury into submission And rise to the height of judicial ambition. O how I thrill deliciously At the wretch in his anguish under me! I gather my brows in a terrible frown, The slow beads drop from his forehead down; I lower my voice, and my eyes I roll: “The Lord have mercy upon your soul!” He lifts his hands; but—“Sheriff!” I shout, And his knees give way as they drag him out. Into eternity he shall trudge. I am the Judge! I am the Judge. A Judge should be A pattern of humble piety. A week well spent brings Sabbath content: To church my steps are piously bent. When the holy man reads the holy book I grieve for the god, by gods forsook, So clumsily crucified: pity rises He was not a remanet to My assizes! But when at the door they stand aside To watch me pass, how I swell with pride To hear them say, “That's Him all right! He hanged another one yesterday night! The jury cried mercy, he wouldn't budge, He is the Judge!” I am the Judge. When at Michael's trump The dead from their mouldering sepulchres jump, And the Great Judge sits on his jewelled throne To give each man the crop he has sown, Up I'll come with my little lot Taut in the loop of a hangman's knot! I will bring them trooping, trooping in With my quaint black halter-mark under each chin: “Sweet Lord! the fruit of my gallows tree; The images I have made of Thee!”… Lo, he doffs his robes and his golden crown; He kneels at my feet in obeisance down— “Make me your servant, usher, drudge: You are the Judge!” I shall be Judge. And O, 't will be merry With Space one vast gaol cemetery! For I'll choke the choir at their morning hymn And I'll stifle the star-eyed seraphim: I will hang the gods, I will hang the devils, I'll throttle the imps in the midst of their revels; And when remains of all Creation, But one alive from strangulation, To my own soul's throat a garrote I'll fit With a long drop into the bottomless Pit: I'll leap from the dais exultingly, And while I smother in agony Of the whole hushed Universe I will swear I am the Executioner.
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