How like to me-how like to thee, when gentle, For then we are all alike; is 't not so, Cain? Mother, and sire, and son, our features are Reflected in each other; as they are In the clear waters, when they are gentle, and When thou art gentle. Love us, then, my Cain! And love thyself for our sakes, for we love thee. Look! how he laughs and stretches out his arms, And opens wide his blue eyes upon thine, To hail his father; while his little form Flutters as wing'd with joy. Talk not of pain! CAIN. Bless thee, boy! If that a mortal blessing may avail thee, To save thee from the serpent's curse! ADAH. Surely a father's blessing may avert It shall. CAIN. Of that I doubt; But bless him ne'er the less. Our sister tells me that thou hast been wandering, In high communion with a spirit, far Beyond our wonted range. Was he of those We have seen and spoken with, like to our father? No. CAIN. ABEL. Why then commune with him? he may be A foe to the Most High. CAIN. And friend to man. Has the Most High been so-if so you term him? ABEL. Term him! your words are strange to-day, my brother. My sister Adah leave us for a while— We mean to sacrifice. ADAH. Farewell, my Cain; But first embrace thy son. May his soft spirit, The immortal, the unbounded, the omnipotent, The overpowering mysteries of space The innumerable worlds that were and are A whirlwind of such overwhelming things, Suns, moons, and earths, upon their loud-voiced spheres Singing in thunder round me, as have made me Unfit for mortal converse: leave me, Abel. ABEL. Thine eyes are flashing with unnatural light- CAIN. It means--I pray thee, leave me. ABEL. Not till we have pray'd and sacrificed together. CAIN. Abel, I pray thee, sacrifice alone Jehovah loves thee well. ABEL. Both well, I hope. CAIN. But thee the better: I care not for that; Thou art fitter for his worship than I am : ABEL. Brother, I should ill Deserve the name of our great father's son, If as my elder I revered thee not, And in the worship of our God call'd not Asserted it. CAIN. But I have ne'er ABEL. The more my grief; I pray thee To do so now thy soul seems labouring in CAIN. Nothing can calm me more. No; Calm! say I? Never Knew I what calm was in the soul, although I have seen the elements still'd. My Abel, leave me ! Or let me leave thee to thy pious purpose. ABEL. Neither; we must perform our task together. Spurn me not. |