To good Ben Asher -- of immortal fame -- In eager haste a worthy subject came, And, bowing low before the Sultan, cried, "Prince of Believers! who has ne'er denied Impartial justice to the meanest slave, Some fitting punishment I humbly crave On one who in my house has wrought a shame; A deed of violence I need not name In further speech; for, Sire! the fearful fact Was seen by those who seized him in the act!" "Go, bring him here!" the Sultan said; "but first Put out the lights. The villain's face accurst I would not see." Now, when all this was done, The Sultan, standing by, commanded one To seize and stab the culprit to the heart! "Now light the lamps!" The Sultan then (apart To his Vizier, the while his hands he raised Devoutly heavenward) said, "God be praised For this that I behold!" The Vizier asked, What favor Heaven had done in this, that tasked The Sultan's gratitude? "I feared my son," Ben Asher said, "this dreadful deed had done; And, meaning still that justice should prevail, And fearing lest my doting heart should fail, I durst not see the man till he was dead; Judge, then, my joy," the trembling Sultan said, "That, looking on the wretch so justly slain, I find, thank Heaven! my terror was in vain!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN THE SHADOWS: 2 by DAVID GRAY (1838-1861) BEAUTIFUL MEALS by THOMAS STURGE MOORE PORTRAIT SONNETS: 3 by HENRY BELLAMANN THE RECRUITING SERGEANT; A MUSICAL ENTERTAINMENT: AIR by ISAAC BICKERSTAFFE A SONG OF WORK by MARY (MAY) ELIZABETH (MCGRATH) BLAKE |