Canto 12 (Marking the priest not all sedate…)

Marking the priest not all sedate, Rolfe, that a friend might fret discard, Turned his attention to debate Between two strangers at the board. In furtherance of his point or plea One said: "Late it was told to me, And by the man himself concerned,

A merchant Frank on Syria's coast, That in a fire which traveled post, His books and records being burned, His Christian debtors held their peace; The Islam ones disclaimed release, And came with purses and accounts." "And duly rendered their amounts? 'Twas very kind. But oh, the greed, Rapacity, and crime at need In satraps which oppress the throng." "True. But with these 'tis, after all, Wrong-doing purely personal— Not legislated—not a wrong Law-sanctioned. No: the Turk, admit, In scheme of state, the scheme of it, Upon the civil arm confers A sway above the scimeter's— The civil power itself subjects Unto that Koran which respects Nor place nor person. Nay, adjourn The jeer; for now aside we'll turn. Dismembered Poland and her throe In Ninety-Five, all unredressed: Did France, did England then protest?" "England? I'm sure I do not know. Come, I distrust your shifting so. Pray, to what end now is this pressed?" "Why, here armed Christendom looking on, In protest the Sultan stood alone." "Indeed? But all this, seems to me, Savors of Urquhart's vanity." "The commentator on the East?" "The same: that very inexact Eccentric ideologist Now obsolete." "And that's your view? He stands for God." "I stand by fact." "Well then, another fact or two;

When Poland's place in Thirty-One Was blotted out, the Turk again Protested, with one other man, The Pope; these, and but these alone; And in the protest both avowed 'Twas made for justice's sake and God.— You smile." "Oh no: but very clear The protest prompted was by fear In Turk and Pope, that time might come When spoliation should drive home Upon themselves. Besides, you know The Polish church was Catholic: The Czar would wrest it to the Greek: 'Twas that touched Rome. But let it go.— In pith, what is it you would show? Are Turks our betters? Very strange Heaven's favor does not choicely range Upon these Islam people good: Bed-rid they are, behindhand all, While Europe flowers in plenitude Of wealth and commerce." "I recall Nothing in Testament which saith That worldliness shall not succeed In that wherein it laboreth.

Howbeit, the Sultan's coming on: Fine lesson from ye has he won Of late; apt pupil he indeed: Ormus, that riches did confer, Ormus is made a borrower: Selim, who grandly turbaned sat, Verges on bankruptcy and—hat. But this don't touch the rank and file; At least, as yet. But preach and work: You'll civilize the barbarous Turk— Nay, all the East may reconcile: That done, let Mammon take the wings of even, And mount and civilize the saints in heaven."

"I laugh—I like a brave caprice! And, sir " But here did Rolfe release His ear, and Derwent too. A stir In court was heard of man and steed— Neighings and mountings, din indeed And Rolfe: "Come, come; our traveler."