Ante-Nicene Fathers/Volume IV/Tertullian: Part Fourth/Appendix/A Strain of Sodom

2.&#160; A Strain of Sodom.

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Already had Almighty God wiped off

By vengeful flood (with waters all conjoined

Which heaven discharged on earth and the sea&#8217;s plain

Outspued) the times of the primeval age:

5&#160; Had pledged Himself, while nether air should bring

The winters in their course, ne&#8217;er to decree,

By liquid ruin, retribution&#8217;s due;

And had assigned, to curb the rains, the bow

Of many hues, sealing the clouds with band

10&#160; Of purple and of green, Iris its name,

The rain-clouds&#8217; proper baldric.

But alike

With mankind&#8217;s second race impiety

Revives, and a new age of ill once more

Shoots forth; allotted now no more to showers

15&#160; For ruin, but to fires:&#160; thus did the land

Of earn to be by glowing dews

Upburnt, and typically thus portend

The future end. &#160; There wild voluptuousness

(Modesty&#8217;s foe) stood in the room of law;

20&#160; Which prescient guest would shun, and sooner choose

At Scythian or Busirian altar&#8217;s foot

&#8217;Mid sacred rites to die, and, slaughtered, pour

His blood to Bebryx, or to satiate

Libyan pal&#230;stras, or assume new forms;

25&#160; By virtue of Circ&#230;an cups, than lose

His outraged sex in Sodom.&#160; At heaven&#8217;s gate

There knocked for vengeance marriages commit

With equal incest common &#8217;mong a race

By nature rebels &#8217;gainst themselves; and hurts

30&#160; Done to man&#8217;s name and person equally.

But God, forewatching all things, at fix&#8217;d time

Doth judge the unjust; with patience tarrying

The hour when crime&#8217;s ripe age&#8212;not any force

Of wrath impetuous&#8212;shall have circumscribed

35&#160; The space for waiting.

Now at length the day

Of vengeance was at hand.&#160; Sent from the host

Angelical, two, youths in form, who both

Were ministering spirits, carrying

The Lord&#8217;s divine commissions, come beneath

40&#160; The walls of Sodom.&#160; There was dwelling Lot

A transplantation from a pious stock;

Wise, and a practicer of righteousness,

He was the only one to think on God:

As oft a fruitful tree is wont to lurk,

45&#160; Guest-like, in forests wild.&#160; He, sitting then

Before the gate (for the celestials scarce

Had reached the ramparts), though he knew not them

Divine, accosts them unsolicited,

Invites, and with ancestral honour greets;

50&#160; And offers them, preparing to abide

Abroad, a hospice.&#160; By repeated prayers

He wins them; and then ranges studiously

The sacred pledges on his board, and quits

His friends with courteous offices. &#160;The night

55&#160; Had brought repose:&#160; alternate dawn had chased

The night, and Sodom with her shameful law

Makes uproar at the doors.&#160; Lot, suppliant wise,

Withstands:&#160; &#8220;Young men, let not your new fed lust

Enkindle you to violate this youth!

60&#160; Whither is passion&#8217;s seed inviting you?

To what vain end your lust?&#160; For such an end

No creatures wed:&#160; not such as haunt the fens;

Not stall-fed cattle; not the gaping brood

Subaqueous; nor they which, modulant

65&#160; On pinions, hang suspended near the clouds;

Nor they which with forth-stretched body creep

Over earth&#8217;s face.&#160; To conjugal delight

Each kind its kind doth owe:&#160; but female still

To all is wife; nor is there one that has

70&#160; A mother save a female one.&#160; Yet now,

If youthful vigour holds it right to waste

The flower of modesty, I have within

Two daughters of a nuptial age, in whom

Virginity is swelling in its bloom,

75&#160; Already ripe for harvest&#8212;a desire

Worthy of men&#8212;which let your pleasure reap!

Myself their sire, I yield them; and will pay

For my guests&#8217; sake, the forfeit of my grief!&#8221;

Answered the mob insane:&#160; &#8220;And who art thou?

80&#160; And what? and whence? to lord it over us,

And to expound us laws?&#160; Shall foreigner

Rule Sodom, and hurl threats?&#160; Now, then, thyself

For daughters and for guests shalt sate our greed!

One shall suffice for all!&#8221;&#160; So said, so done:

85&#160; The frantic mob delays not.&#160; As, whene&#8217;er

A turbid torrent rolls with wintry tide,

And rushes at one speed through countless streams

Of rivers, if, just where it forks, some tree

Meets the swift waves (not long to stand, save while

90&#160; By her root&#8217;s force she shall avail to oppose

Her tufty obstacles), when gradually

Her hold upon the undermined soil

Is failing, with her bared stem she hangs,

And, with uncertain heavings to and fro,

95&#160; Defers her certain fall; not otherwise

Lot in the mid-whirl of the dizzy mob

Kept nodding, now almost o&#8217;ercome.&#160; But power

Divine brings succour:&#160; the angelic youths,

Snatching him from the threshold, to his roof

100&#160; Restore him; but upon the spot they mulct

Of sight the mob insane in open day,&#8212;

Fit augury of coming penalties!

Then they unlock the just decrees of God:

That penalty condign from heaven will fall

105&#160; On Sodom; that himself had merited

Safety upon the count of righteousness.

&#8220;Gird thee, then, up to hasten hence thy flight,

And with thee to lead out what family

Thou hast:&#160; already we are bringing on

110&#160; Destruction o&#8217;er the city.&#8221;&#160; Lot with speed

Speaks to his sons-in-law; but their hard heart

Scorned to believe the warning, and at fear

Laughed.&#160; At what time the light attempts to climb

The darkness, and heaven&#8217;s face wears double hue

115&#160; From night and day, the youthful visitants

Were instant to outlead from Sodoma

The race Chald&#230;an, and the righteous house

Consign to safety:&#160; &#8220;Ho! come, Lot! arise,

And take thy yokefellow and daughters twain,

120&#160; And hence, beyond the boundaries be gone,

Preventing Sodom&#8217;s penalties!&#8221;&#160; And eke

With friendly hands they lead them trembling forth,

And then their final mandates give:&#160; &#8220;Save, Lot,

Thy life, lest thou perchance should will to turn

125&#160; Thy retroverted gaze behind, or stay

The step once taken:&#160; to the mountain speed!&#8221;

Lot feared to creep the heights with tardy step,

Lest the celestial wrath-fires should o&#8217;ertake

And whelm him:&#160; therefore he essays to crave

130&#160; Some other ports; a city small, to wit,

Which opposite he had espied.&#160; &#8220;Hereto,&#8221;

He said, &#8220;I speed my flight:&#160; scarce with its walls

&#8217;Tis visible; nor is it far, nor great.&#8221;

They, favouring his prayer, safety assured

135&#160; To him and to the city; whence the spot

Is known in speech barbaric by the name

Segor. &#160; Lot enters Segor while the sun

Is rising, the last sun, which glowing bears

To Sodom conflagration; for his rays

140&#160; He had armed all with fire:&#160; beneath him spreads

An emulous gloom, which seeks to intercept

The light; and clouds combine to interweave

Their smoky globes with the confused sky:

Down pours a novel shower:&#160; the ether seethes

145&#160; With sulphur mixt with blazing flames: &#160; the air

Crackles with liquid heats exust.&#160; From hence

The fable has an echo of the truth

Amid its false, that the sun&#8217;s progeny

Would drive his father&#8217;s team; but nought availed

150&#160; The giddy boy to curb the haughty steeds

Of fire:&#160; so blazed our orb:&#160; then lightning reft

The lawless charioteer, and bitter plaint

Transformed his sisters.&#160; Let Eridanus

See to it, if one poplar on his banks

155&#160; Whitens, or any bird dons plumage there

Whose note old age makes mellow!

Here they mourn

O&#8217;er miracles of metamorphosis

Of other sort.&#160; For, partner of Lot&#8217;s flight,

His wife (ah me, for woman! even then

160&#160; Intolerant of law!) alone turned back

At the unearthly murmurs of the sky)

Her daring eyes, but bootlessly:&#160; not doomed

To utter what she saw! and then and there

Changed into brittle salt, herself her tomb

165&#160; She stood, herself an image of herself,

Keeping an incorporeal form:&#160; and still

In her unsheltered station &#8217;neath the heaven

Dures she, by rains unmelted, by decay

And winds unwasted; nay, if some strange hand

170&#160; Deface her form, forthwith from her own store

Her wounds she doth repair.&#160; Still is she said

To live, and, &#8217;mid her corporal change, discharge

With wonted blood her sex&#8217;s monthly dues.

Gone are the men of Sodom; gone the glare

175&#160; Of their unhallowed ramparts; all the house

Inhospitable, with its lords, is gone:

The champaign is one pyre; here embers rough

And black, here ash-heaps with hoar mould, mark out

The conflagration&#8217;s course:&#160; evanished

180&#160; Is all that old fertility which Lot,

Seeing outspread before him,&#8230;

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No ploughman spends his fruitless toil on glebes

Pitchy with soot:&#160; or if some acres there,

But half consumed, still strive to emulate

185&#160; Autumn&#8217;s glad wealth, pears, peaches, and all fruits

Promise themselves full easely to the eye

In fairest bloom, until the plucker&#8217;s hand

Is on them:&#160; then forthwith the seeming fruit

Crumbles to dust &#8217;neath the bewraying touch,

190&#160; And turns to embers vain.

Thus, therefore (sky

And earth entombed alike), not e&#8217;en the sea

Lives there:&#160; the quiet of that quiet sea

Is death! &#8212;a sea which no wave animates

Through its anhealant volumes; which beneath

195&#160; Its native Auster sighs not anywhere;

Which cannot from its depths one scaly race,

Or with smooth skin or cork-like fence encased,

Produce, or curled shell in single valve

Or double fold enclosed.&#160; Bitumen there

200&#160; (The sooty reek of sea exust) alone,

With its own crop, a spurious harvest yields;

Which &#8217;neath the stagnant surface vivid heat

From seething mass of sulphur and of brine

Maturing tempers, making earth cohere

205&#160; Into a pitch marine. &#160; At season due

The heated water&#8217;s fatty ooze is borne

Up to the surface; and with foamy flakes

Over the level top a tawny skin

Is woven.&#160; They whose function is to catch

210&#160; That ware put to, tilting their smooth skin down

With balance of their sides, to teach the film,

Once o&#8217;er the gunnel, to float in:&#160; for, lo!

Raising itself spontaneous, it will swim

Up to the edge of the unmoving craft;

215&#160; And will, when pressed, for guerdon large, ensure

Immunity from the defiling touch

Of weft which female monthly efflux clothes.

Behold another portent notable,

Fruit of that sea&#8217;s disaster:&#160; all things cast

220&#160; Therein do swim:&#160; gone is its native power

For sinking bodies:&#160; if, in fine, you launch

A torch&#8217;s lightsome hull (where spirit serves

For fire) therein, the apex of the flame

Will act as sail; put out the flame, and &#8217;neath

225&#160; The waters will the light&#8217;s wrecks ruin go!

Such Sodom&#8217;s and Gomorrah&#8217;s penalties,

For ages sealed as signs before the eyes

Of unjust nations, whose obdurate hearts

God&#8217;s fear have quite forsaken, will them teach

230&#160; To reverence heaven-sanctioned rights, and lift

Their gaze unto one only Lord of all.

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