James and Mary Ford, eds. Every Day in the Year. 1902.
March 9The Death of Cardinal Mazarin
By Lydia Huntley Sigourney (17911865)
“Two months,” the questioned healer said,
And turned him from the place,
While every tint of color fled
That dark Italian face,—
Heart-struck was he, whom France obeyed,
Peasant, and prince, and peer,
And with the clank of fetters made
Rich music for his ear.
With subjugated soul,
And Ludovicus Magnus scarce
Withstood his stern control,
While distant nations feared the man
Who ruled in court and bower;
Yet those slight words dissolved the spell
Of all his pomp and power.
Mancini’s haughty race,
Jewels and coronets they wore,
With cold and thankless grace;
And for a payment poor as this,
Had he his conscience grieved?
And marred with perjured hand the cross
His priestly vow received?
Still whispering in his ear,
“Make restitution!” Fearful sound,
That none besides might hear;
“Make restitution!” But the spoil
From earth and ocean wrung,
By countless chains and wreathed bands,
Around his spirit clung.
Could all his peace destroy,
And poison the enamelled cup
Where sparkled every joy.
They met him in the courtly hall,
They silenced song and tale,
Like those dead fingers on the wall
That turned Belshazzar pale.
But rocking to and fro,
His restless form and heaving breast
Betrayed a rankling wo;
“Two months! two months!” he murmured deep,
Those fatal words were there,
To grave upon his broken sleep
The image of despair.
From rifled king and clime,
His flashing gems might empires buy,
But not an hour of time.
No! not a moment, inch by inch,
Where’er he bent his way,
That grim pursuer steadfast gained
Upon the shrinking prey.
Though Death was near his side,
And ’neath the pillow lurked a scroll
He might no longer hide:
While buried heaps of hoarded gain
In rust and darkness laid,
Bore witness to the Omniscient Eye
Like an accusing shade.
With strong relentless hold,
And shook the shuddering miser loose
From all his idol gold,
And poorer than the peasant hind
That humbly ploughs the sod,
Went forth that disembodied mind
To stand before its God.