The New York herald. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1840-1920, 1844-04-08
Prophecy of the Twelve Trib. ..


The Patriarch sa, upon his bed
His cheek was pale, his eye was dim
Long years Of woe had how'd his head.
And feeble was the giant limb
And bis twelve mighty sons stood nigh.
In grief-to see their father die
But, sudden as the thunder.roll,
A newborn spirit iill'd his frame.
His iainting visage aash'd with soul
His lip was touch'd with living fame
And burst, with more than prophet FIRE,
The stream OF Judgment, Love, and Ire.
REuBEr, thou spearhead in my side,
Thy fathers first. born, and his shame
Unstable as the rolling tide,
blight has Elln upon thy name.
Decay shall follow thee and thine:
Go, outcast of haliow'd line
SIMEON and LEVI. sons of blood
That still hangs heavy on the land
Your focks shall be the robbers food
Your folds shall blaze beneath his brand,
In swamp and forest shall ye dwell:
Be scatter'd among Israel
"JUDAH! All hail, thou priest thou king.
The crown, the glory. shall be thine
Thine, in the fight, the eagles wing
Thine, on the hill, the oil and wine.
Thou lion nations shall turn pale
When swel!s thy roar upon the gale.
Judah, my son, ascend the throne,
LII SOHcs HOiIl utdNeV INC UNBORN KING
The prophesied the mighty one,
Whose heel shall crush the serpent's sting
Till earth is paradise again,
And sin is dead, and death is slain
Wide as the snrges, ZEBULox,
Thy daring keel shall plough the sea
Before thee sink prond Sidon's sun,
And strong lssachar toll for thee,
Thou, reaper of his corn and oil.
Lord ofthe giant and the soil
"Whose banner flames in battles van,
Whose mail is first in slaughter gored.
Thou, subtler Than the serpent, DAr,
Prince Of the arrow and the sword
Woe TO the Syrian chartioteer
Wien rings IL : rushing OF thy spear!
Crushd to the earth by war and woe,
CAD, shall the cup of bondage drain,
Till bold revenge shall give the blow
That pays the long arrear Of pain.
Thy cup shall glow With ty rant gore,
Thou be my son-and man once more
Loved NArHTALI, thy snow " hite hind
Shall bask beneath the rose and vine.
Proud Asher, TO the mountain wind
Shall star like blaze, thy battle-sign.
All bright to both, from birth to tomb,
i he heavens all sunshine. earth all bloom.
"JosEPH, come near = my son, my son!
Egyptian prince, EgyPtian sage,
Child Of my first and best loved one
Great guardian Of thy fathers age.
Bring EPHRAIM and MANAssEH high,
And let me bless them exc die.
"Hear me--Thou God of Israel
Thou, who hast been his living shield
In the red deserts lion dell,
In Egypt's famine. stricken field,
In the dark dungeons chilling stone,
In Pharaoh's chain-by Pharaoh's throne.
" My son, all blessings be on thee,
Be blest abroad, be blest at home;
Thy nations srength-her living tree,
The well to which the thirsty come;
Blest be thy valley, blest thy hill.
Thy fathers GoD be with thee still
Thou man of blood, thou man OF might,
Thy soul shall rsvin BENJAMIN.
Thou wolf by day-thou wolf by night.
Rushing through slaughter. spoil. and sin
Thine eagles beak and vulture's wing
Shall curse thy nation with kingw
Then ceased the voice, and all was still
The hand of death was on the frame;
Yet gave the heart one final thrill,
And breathed the dying lip one name:
"Sons, bet me rest by Leah's side!"
He raised his eyes to heaven and died.