John Reade,
The Prophecy of Merlin, and Other Poems
“ Bare him two sons. Jabal, the eldest-born, Grew up to manhood, strong and bold and free; And leaving Enoch, sought a boundless home, Living in tents, a king amid his flocks, Setting his throne where’er his subjects thrived, Lord, or allowed vicegerent under God, Unto the “cattle on a thousand hills.” But Jubal, wise and gentle, ’tis for thee That we would raise to life the giant shades That lived and loved, and sinned and wept and died Ere Heaven’s great tears had washed away the crime{111} That stained the beauty of the early earth ”
