fiJomrtl UtttotJjsiitg pitotJg THE GIFT OF h'jl-kS^^ 3-/xir/is: 3#77 Cornell University Library PS 3525.A161A8 The ani-Christ ... 3 1924 021 768 951 Cornell University Library The original of tliis book is in tine Cornell University Library. There are no known copyright restrictions in the United States on the use of the text. http://www.archive.org/details/cu31924021768951 THE ANTI-CHRIST That Man qfSin- • the Son qf perdition." By RICHARD HAYES McCARTNEY. Author of "The Whip of God," "The Imperial," "Songs in the Waiting," "That Jew," " The Lady of Nations, " etc. NEW YORK CHARLES C. COOK 150 NASSAU ST. S P TO THOMAS JOSEPH McCARTNEY Brother, of Soul and Flesh — that men call Dead, How sweet to me the inspired words that said: "Sleeping in Jesus." Ah, sweet Rest indeed — Of all life's fretting troubles Thou art freed. And art awaiting that sweet Coming Day When Thou, A Risen Saint, shall come in grand array That singing round about The King shall stand. To make this Earth indeed a Holy Land. O Brother, of my youth — now with the Blessed Dead — / never saw the spot where rests Thy silent head. But I know well Christ hath it in His care — The Bodies of His Saints are precious everywhere. M.en called Thee failure — but, purblind they are, 'Twere like as one saw setting of a star And cried out, "Lo, the Light is vanished ever more!" Not heeding The Withdrawer can restore. Christ heard Thy singing — and, perchance, amiss. Therefore withdrew Thee from a World like this To be His Singer in The Age to Come; Therefore, in this Age all Thy hopes lie dumb, (Dead nightingale who sang forgotten note.) And like dead ashes all the songs You wrote. Christ wanted singers, and He wanted You Therefore Thy lips in singing should be true To Him, and to His cause — Thine earthly rhyme. Would only last the passing of this Time — And so He called Thee e'er past manhood's prime — To keep Thy lips for lofty themes sublime — To keep Thy singing a most Holy Thing Forever linked with praise of Christ Our King. 3 4 THE ANTI-CHRIST But in Christ's Age to come, a sweeter note — Shall spring from heart and lips — and Thou shalt be Clad with the Robes of Gracious Poetry, So singing in the Newer, Better Age, Thy grand songs written on a vellum page That shall not know decay — but Happy Men Shall cry with Joy: " O Singer, sing again!" So sleep, my Brother: Lo, yet hand in hand We shall go wandering o'er Earth's Happy Land — So carolling together, adding to Christ's Praise, Together singing through Eternal Days. My heart is longing — oh, to stray together In noon time splendor of Spring — Summer weather, Or when the Winter ice o'er hill hugged lake Like happy children we shall glide and skate. No season bind us — for our straying feet Shall range the plain, the mountain crags of sleet, BJ! River broad, by shaded murmuring stream. Shall sail o'er seas where island's jewels gleam In luscious beauty of both fruit and flower; Lo, then a year in straying like an hour, To go with fancy, and where fancy leads, And everywhere a plenty for all needs. Nor fretted by one care for anything — For The Provider, Christ, Our Blessed King, Scatters His Blessings with such liberal hands; There are no bleak and famine stricken lands. But fruit and drink for each respective place, Wealth idigenous to each spot and space. So that no matter where go wandering feet, -L-Oy place of rest and gracious food to eat. No parting, sorrow, sickness, nor unrest. Through all the Golden ^ons shall be blest — And never ending through the golden days Our Hearts and Lips be singing to Christ's praise. THE ANTI-CHRIST "That Man of Sin . . . the Son of Perdition'" Come out of the Shadows ! The Word hath revealed Thy Glory, Thy Madness, Thine Age, and Thy Fieldt The Prophets foretold of Thee ages ago Thy Grandeur, Thy Meanness, Thy Might and Thy Woei Bird of Prey ! Come forth on Tornado's black Win^s To rend all The Peoples, The Nations, The Kin|^/ Base Man ! that The Devil shall use as his own— ^i Give Thee as Thy Kingdom — ^the Earth's Greatest Throne — Chaldean, and Persian, the Grecian, the Roman, Such Rule heretofore has been given to no man.'= Thou Absolute ! Every Life in Thy hand. Aye, Rights of God's Homage in Old Roman Land, The Riches all men have be given to Thy use To scatter as Thou wilt for ill and abuse. Thou hast stalked through the Dreams of Prophets and Sages, Thy lineaments known in the Earliest ages : Thou art limned with the pencil Christ only could widd (And e'er Thou art born — Thy Fate has been sealed^^i- Vile Ghoul of The Human ! at Satan's command Thou from Gpn art accursed — and from Christ art' bann'd. Thy terrible Life Tale is ghastly to ^now Thou Child of The Devil, so direful Thy Woe Unending, forever. Lo, shattered Thy Path When Christ in his Regal and Terrible Wrath 5 6 THE ANTI-CHRIST By the Word of his lips shall blast all Thy power. Lo Satan, and Thou, shall be crushed in one hour — Then Thou to The Bottomless Pit shalt be driven — Lo, through seons of Ages be never forgiven ! What place shall see the waking of his years — Shall Adriatic murmur in his ears The splendid glory of the tideless sea, Isles of Romance and earliest. poetry: Where in the Early dawning of the Race Out of its waters sharp Phoenician's face Breasted the unknown oceans in the chase Of gain and wild adventure — open space Where unknown continents swam to their ken. Trading and plundering for English tin? Some where in Syria will he open eyes, Perchance, where Tyra to the cloudless skies In ancient time sent smoke of sacrifice. And not of beast, nor fruit of tree, nor spice, But Human flesh to Moloch's fiery arms — Children and Maidens fair of rare, sweet charms — 'Twere surely fit in such accursed place To have one born — The Scourge of Human Race? A future bold Adventurer to dare High Heaven in Daring — and with Satan share Grim Honors of a Blasphemy so bare There shall not be the like of it elsewhere — So open, so defiant and so base, As ne'er before dreamed by the human Race. Lo, he to sail upon an unknown sea Of ne'er to be forgiven Blasphemy, Lurid — more scorching than Sirocco breath. To those it toucheth 'tis Eternal Death! For he will even Lucifer appall — Even of basest demons — none of all Shall touch his Blasphemy — fore front to stand THE ANTI-CHRIST Most daring Rebel on both Sea and Land That ever moutheth to High Heaven its hiss — Full worthy of The Bottomless Abyss ! Do The Scriptures hint of a base born birth Where of marriage ties there were surely dearth — A Love Child — this we can only surmise. But surely most fair to the gazer's eyes, A God like figure of the Grecian art Both to charm the eye and to hold the heart ; Perchance, from his cradle his intellect Commanded of wonder — and soon respect — • For his feet seemed set on a royal way That won to him knowledge day by day — For Talent soon blossomed, and Genius shone — His teachers out distanced, Ms feet alone Trod upward and onward with blazing trail With never a halting. He did not fail To peer in dark depths — and grim heights assail, 'Til Learning's High Battlements surely won — Earth's knowledge his — with his face to the Sun — To pluck at the secret of heavenly things. His Intellect peering with sweeping wings To look in the heart of the Infinite — And say to all mystery : Let there be Light ! Perfect in manner and perfect in face. While his simplest words had a polished grace- To the Wise profound — ^to the simple plain — His words were refreshing like April rain As it gently falls on the parched plain ; Lo, his words would ever a hearing gain, An Orator — ever at his command The Elegant periods polished and grand. Like a sweep of visions that from his tongue — As the chimes of musical bells had rung. 8 THE ANTI-CHRIST Poet ! What measures flow from his lips — 'Twas Homer — Shakespeare — a world Eclipse! So subtle, so sweet, so grand, so deep, The music of all things in his sweep ; And love songs tender, so low, so rare, Apollo indeed himself stood there — For who so skilled in musical note, Such melodies no man yet had wrote. Comedy — Tragedy — all would come — So a World in very rapture dumb ! And then of the Sciences, who may tell Of his wizard power, of his magic spell. For he told the message that Nature spun In her rocks, her seas, in the far off sun ; He wresting the secrets by Ages hid, He lifting as 'twere the grim coffin lid Of unthinkable Ages past and dead ; He into the light each skeleton led, He clothed the Past as with flesh and blood. Until every mystery understood Of the making of Worlds — ^their crash — their break — For he made each strata of rock to speak, Relate of its nature, its birth, its death. Of the wonderful creatures which drew breath; Of Ages successive — that followed slow, The rise and the fall — the ebb and the flow, The morning, the noon, and the stealthy night That covered each ^on from Angel's sight. The vaporish, birth — ^the gaseous whirl — The dropping of moisture — ^the sea's mad swirl — The cooling, the breaking of heights and plain — Nay — no single process hid from his brain. For Men he created the World again — Fossil and Fish — and grim monsters which strove — Each to his hand as slid in their grove THE ANTI-CHRIST Analyzed, classified, made clear to man. So that very humblest of brains could scan Each Evolution of Perfecting Plan. And then as to secrets of Earth and air — The subtler Forces that everywhere Like Giants v\?aiting to feel master hand. He girded and harness'd to his command ; Giants of Power that for Ages had played Idle and wanton, that so often made Mankind afraid of their power and their strength. Now at his bidding, and to his intent. Docile and servile, and easy to sway. With never a mumur, at night and day They evermore trod in limited way — And laughed as his tasks were only a play. But the tongue must fail of his worth to tell — He made the Impossible — Possible! He stood for all manhood — The Golden Prime ! Lo, had evolved in the rushing of Time A Man of Perfection in each detail (Most wonderful product of monkey tail.) Lo, Manhood had blossomed in Golden Flower, Perfect in knowledge and subtle in power, A man indeed of Flesh, blood and bone And if such thing as a Christly throne Then surely this man could well occupy ; For serenely pleasing to human eye — Perfection of Intellect, heart and brain An Earth-Christ indeed well fitted to reign! Now what fitting work in this World to do That would stamp the Present to Human view, A task full worthy of his vast Powers? 10 THE ANTI-CHRIST Still on the Eastern horizon lowers Qjiestion that baffled for many an age Emperors — Kings — no earth brain can assuage: Lo, The Eastern Question still stood out Abating of breath to the Statesman's mouth, For a spark, a word — and the world ablaze ! And ever the Orient's subtle ways Could neither be fathomed nor understood ; And swarming forever a multitude That hated the sight of the white man's face — For he, despising each Orient Race, Was all domineering and rough of hand — Conquering and parceling sea and land As he were the God of The Earth alone ! Now for centuries held in awe and check By red soldier's bullet, and sea monster's deck — So sharp