# Clarel/Part 4/Canto 10
## 10. A Monument

Wise Derwent, that discourse to end, Pointed athwart the dale divine: "What's yonder object--fountain? shrine? Companions, let us thither go And make inspection." 5  In consent
Silent they follow him in calm. It proved an ancient monument-- Rude stone; but tablets lent a charm: Three tablets on three sides. In one 10 The Tender Shepherd mild looked down Upon the rescued weanling lost, Snugged now in arms. In emblem crossed By pastoral crook, Christ's monogram (Wrought with a medieval grace) 15 Showed on the square opposed in face. But chiefly did they feel the claim Of the main tablet; there a lamb On passive haunches upright sate In patience which reproached not fate; 20 The two fine furry fore-legs drooping Like tassels; while the shearer, stooping, Embraced it with one arm; and all The fleece rolled off in seamless shawl Flecked here and there with hinted blood. 25
It did not shrink; no cry did come: In still life of that stone subdued Shearer and shorn alike were dumb.
 As with a seventy-four, when lull Lapses upon the storm, the hull 30 Rights for the instant, while a moan Of winds succeeds the howl; so here In poise of heart and altered tone With Ungar. Respite brief though dear It proved; for he: "This type's assigned 35 To One who sharing not man's mind
Partook man's frame; whose mystic birth Wrecked him upon this reef of earth Inclement and inhuman. Yet, Through all the trials that beset, 40 He leaned on an upholding arm-- Foreknowing, too, reserves of balm. But how of them whose souls may claim Some link with Christ beyond the name, Which share the fate, but never share 45 Aid or assurance, and nowhere Look for requital? Such there be; In by-lanes o'er the world ye see The Calvary-faces." All averse Turned Derwent, murmuring, "Forbear. 50 Such breakers do the heaven asperse!"  But timely he alert espied, Upon the mountain humbly kneeling, Those shepherds twain, while morning-tide Rolled o'er the hills with golden healing. 55 It was a rock they kneeled upon, Convenient for their rite avowed-- Kneeled, and their turbaned foreheads bowed-- Bowed over, till they kissed the stone: Each shaggy sur-coat heedful spread 60 For rug, such as in mosque is laid. About the ledge's favored hem Mild fed their sheep, enringing them; While, facing as by second-sight, Toward Mecca they direct the rite. 65  "Look; and their backs on Bethlehem turned," Cried Rolfe. The priest then, who discerned The drift, replied, "Yes, for they pray To Allah. Well, and what of that? Christ listens, standing in heaven's gate-- 70 Benignant listens, nor doth stay Upon a syllable in creed: Vowels and consonants indeed!"  And Rolfe: "But here were Margoth now, Seeing yon shepherds praying so, 75
His gibe would run from man to man: 'Which is the humble publican? Or do they but prostrate them there To flout you Franks with Islam's prayer?' "  "Doubtless: some shallow thing he'd say, 80 Poor fellow," Derwent then; "but, nay, Earnest they are; nor yet they'd part (If pealed the hour) in street or mart, From like observance."  "If'tis so" 85 The refugee, "let all avow As openly faith's loyal heart. By Christians too was God confessed How frankly! in those days that come No more to misnamed Christendom! 90 Religion then was the good guest, First served, and last, in every gate: What mottoes upon wall and plate! She every human venture shared: The ship in manifest declared 95 That not disclaiming heaven she thrust Her bowsprit into fog and storm: Some current silver bore the palm Of Christ, token of saint, or bust; In line devout the pikemen kneeled-- 100 To battle by the rite were sealed.
Men were not lettered, but had sense Beyond the mean intelligence That knows to read, and but to read-- Not think. 'Twas harder to mislead 105 The people then, whose smattering now Does but the more their ignorance show-- Nay, them to peril more expose-- Is as the ring in the bull's nose Whereby a pert boy turns and winds 110 This monster of a million minds. Men owned true masters; kings owned God-- Their master; Louis plied the rod Upon himself. In high estate,
Not puffed up like a democrat 115 In office, how with Charlemagne? Look up he did, look up in reign-- Humbly look up, who might look down: His meekest thing was still his crown: How meek on him; since, graven there, 120 Among the Apostles twelvc behold, Stern Scriptural precepts were enrolled, High admonitions, meet for kings. The coronation was a prayer, Which yet in ceremonial clings. 125 The church was like a bonfire warm: All ranks were gathered round the charm." Derwent, who vainly had essayed To impede the speaker, or blockade, Snatched at the bridle here: "Ho, wait; 130 A word, impetuous laureate! This bric-a-brac-ish style (outgrown Almost, where first it gave the tone) Of lauding the quaint ages old-- But nay, that's satire; I withhold. 135 Grant your side of the shield part true: What then? why, turn the other: view The buckler in reverse. Don't sages Denominate those times Dark Ages? Dark Middle Ages, time's midnight!" 140 "If night, it was no starless one; Art still admires what then was done: A strength they showed which is of light. Not more the Phidian marbles prove The graces of the Grecian prime 145 And indicate what men they were, Than the grand minsters in remove Do intimate, if not declare A magnanimity which our time Would envy, were it great enough 150 To comprehend. Your counterbuff, However, holds. Yes, frankly, yes, Another side there is, admit.
Nor less the very worst of it Reveals not such a shamelessness 155 Of evildoer and hypocrite, And sordid mercenary sin As these days vaunt and revel in."  "No use, no use," the priest aside; "Patience! it is the maddest tide;" 160 And seated him.  And Ungar then: "What's overtaken ye pale men? Shrewd are ye, the main chance ye heed: Has God quite lost his throne indeed 165 That lukewarm now ye grow? Wilt own, Council ye take with fossil-stone? Your sects do nowadays create Churches as worldly as the state. And, for your more established forms-- 170 Ah, once in York I viewed through storms The Minster's majesty of mien-- Towers, peaks, and pinnacles sublime-- Faith's iceberg, stranded on a scene How alien, and an alien time; 175 But now"--he checked himself, and stood.
Whence this strange bias of his mood (Thought they) leaning to things corroded,
By many deemed for aye exploded? But, truly, knowing not the man, 180 At fault they in conjecture ran. But Ungar (as in fitter place Set down) being sprung from Romish race, Albeit himself had spared to feed On any one elected creed 185 Or rite, though much he might recall In annals bearing upon all; And, in this land named of Behest, A wandering Ishmael from the West; Inherited the Latin mind, 190 Which latc blown by the adverse wind
Of harder fortunes that molest-- Kindled from ember into coal.
 The priest, as one who keeps him whole, Anew turns toward the kneeling twain: 195 "Your error's slight, or, if a stain, 'Twill fade. Our Lord enjoins good deeds Nor catechiseth in the creeds."  A something in the voice or man, Or in assumption of the turn 200 Which prior theme did so adjourn, Pricked Ungar, and a look he ran Toward Derwent--an electric light Chastising in its fierce revolt; Then settled into that still night 205 Of cloud which has discharged the bolt.