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Mine would be such for him, vere I the


Thou rulest in the upper air-
And he the perishable.

Or warring with the spirits who may dare Ahol. Rather say,

Dispute with Him, That he will single forth some other who made all empires, empire; or recalling, daughter

Some wandering star which shoots through Of Earth,and love her as he once loved Anah. the abyss, Anah. And if it should be so, and she Whose tenants dying, while their world so loved him,

is falling, Better thus than that he should weep for me. Share the dim destiny of clay in this;

Ahol. If I thought thus of Samiasa's love, Or joining with the inferior cherubim, All seraph as he is, I'd spurn him from me. Thou deignest to partake their hymn – But to our invocation! Tis the hour.

Samiasa! Anah. Seraph!

I call thee, I await thee, and I love thee. From thy sphere!

Many worship thee, that will I not: Whatever star contain thy glory:

If that thy spirit down to mine may move In the eternal depths of Heaven

Albeit thou watchest with “the seven," Descend and share my lot!
Though through space infinite and hoary Though I be form'd of clay,
Before thy bright wings worlds be driven,

And thou of beams
Yet hear!

More bright than those of day
Oh! think of her who holds thee dear!

On Eden's streams,
And though she nothing is to thee, Thine immortality can not repay.
Yet think that thou art all to her.

With love more warm than mine
Thou canst not tell,-and never be My love. There is a ray
Such pangs decreed to aught save me, În me, which though forbidden yet toshine,
The bitterness of tears.

I feel was lighted at thy God's and thine. Eternity is in thine years,

It may be hidden long: death and decay Unborn, undying beauty in thine eyes ; Our mother Eve bequeath'd us—but my With me thou canst not sympathize,

heart Except in love, and there thou must Defies it: though this life must pass away;

Acknowledge that more loving dust Is that a cause for thee and me to part ? Ne'er wept beneath the skies.

Thou art immortal-80 am I: I feelThou walkst thy many worlds, thou seest I feel my immortality o'ersweep

The face of him who made thee great, All pains, all tears,all time,all fears,and peal, As He hath made me of the least

Like the eternal thunders of the deep, Of those cast out from Eden's gate : Into my ears this truth “thou livest for

Yet, Seraph dear!
O hear!

But if it be in joy
For thou hast loved me, and I would I know not, nor would know;
not die

That secret rests with the Almighty giver Until I know what I must die in Who folds in clouds the fonts of bliss knowing,

and woe. That thou forget'st in thine eternity

But thee and me He never can destroy; Her whose heart death could not keep Change us He may, but not o'erwhelm;

from o’erflowing For thee, immortal essence as thou art! Of as eternal essence, and must war Great is their love who love in sín and With Him if He will war with us: with

thee And such I feel are waging in my heart I can share all things, even inmortal A war unworthy: to an Adamite

sorrow; Forgive, my Seraph! that such thoughts For thou hast ventured to share life appear,

with me, For sorrow is our element;

And shall I shrink from thine eternity? Delight

No! though the serpent's sting should An Eden kept afar from sight,

pierce me thorough,
Though sometimes with our visions And thou thyself wert like the serpent,coil

Around me still! and I will smile
The hour is near

And curse thee not; but hold
Which tells me we are not abandon'd quite.-

Thee in as warm a fold
Appear! Appear!

As-but descend ; and prove

A mortal's love
My own Azaziel! be but here, For an immortal. If the skies contain
And leave the stars to their own light. More joy than thou canst give and take,
Ahol. Samiasa !




we are


Anah. Sister! sister!I view them winging Irad. That I know not; but her air, Their bright way through the parted night. If not her words, tells me she loves another. Ahol. The clouds from off their pinions Japhet. Ay, but not Anah: she bat loves flinging

her God. As though they bore to-morrow's light. Irad. Whate'er she loveth, so she loves Anah. But if our Father see the sight!

thee not, Ahol. He would but deem it was the moon What can it profit thee ? Rising unto some sorcerer's tune

Japhet. True, nothing; but An hour too soon.

I love. Anah. They come! he comes ! - Azaziel! Irad. And so did I. dhol. Haste

Japhet. And now thon lov'st not, To meet them! Oh! for wings to bear Or thinkst thou lov'st not, art thou happier! My spirit, while they hover there,

Irad. Yes. To Samiasa's breast !

Japhet. I pity thee. Anah. Lo! they have kindled all the west, Irad. Me! why? Like a returning sunset;-lo!

Japhet. For being happy, On Ararat's late secret crest

Deprived of that which makes my misery. A mild and many-colour'd bow,

İrad. I take thy taunt as part of thy The remnant of their flashing path,

distemper, Now shines! and now, behold! it hath And would not feel as thou dost, for more Returu'd to night, as rippling foam,

shekels Which the Leviathan hath lash'd Than all our father's herds would bring if From his unfathomable home,

weigh'd When sporting on the face of the calm deep, Against the metal of the sons of Cain

Subsides soon after he again hath dash'a The yellow dust they try to barter with as, Down, down, to where the ocean's fountains As if such useless and discolour'd trash, sleep.

The refuse of the earth, could be received Ahol. They have touch'd earth! Samiasa! For milk, and wool, and flesh, and fruits, Anah. My Azziel!


and all

Our flocks and wilderness afford. - Go, SCENE II.-Enter IRAD and JAPHET.


Sigh to the stars as wolves howl to the moon_ Irad. Despond not: wherefore wilt thou I must back to my rest. wander thus

Japhet. And so would I
To add thy silence to the silent night, If I could rest.
And lift thy tearful eye unto the stars ?

Irad. Thou wilt not to our tents then? They cannot aid thee.

Japhet. No,Irad; I will to the cavern, whose Japhet. But they soothe me-now Mouth they say opens from the internal Perhaps she looks upon them as I look.

Methinks a being that is beautiful To let the inner spirits of the earth
Becometh more so as it looks on beauty, Forth when they walk its surface.
The eternal beauty of undying things.

Irad. Wherefore so?
Oh, Anah!

What wouldst thou there? Irad. But she loves thee not.

Japhet. Soothe further my sad spirit Japhet. Alas!

With gloom as sad : it is a hopeless spot, Irad. And proud Aholibamah spurns me And I am hopeless. also.

Irad. But 'tis dangerons; Japhet. I feel for thee too.

Strange sounds and sights have peopled it Trad. Let her keep her pride,

with terrors. Mine hath enabled me to bear her scorn; I must go with thee. It may be, time too will avenge it.

Japhet. Irad, no; believe me Japhet Canst thou

I feel no evil thought, and fear no evil. Find joy in such a thought?

Irad. But evil things will be thy foe Irad. Nor joy, nor sorrow.

the more I loved her well; I would have loved her As not being of them : turn thy steps aside, better,

Or let mine be with thine. Had love been met with love: as 'tis, I Japhet. No; neither, Irad; leave her

I must proceed alone.
To brighter destinies, if so she deems them. Irad. Then peace be with thee!
Japhet. What destinies ?

(Erit Irad. Irad. I have some cause to think

Japhet (solus). Peace! I have sought it She loves another.

where it should be found, Japhet. Anah!

In love — with love too, which perhaps Irad. No; her sister.

deserved it; Japhet. What other?

And, in its stead, a heaviness of heart

A weakness of the spirit - listless days, All evil things are powerless on the man
And nights inexorable to sweet sleep- Selected by Jehovah-let us on.
Have come upon me.

Peace! what peace? Sem. To the tents of the father of the the calm

sisters? Of desolation, and the stillness of

Noah. No; to the cavern of the Caucasus. The untrodden forest, only broken by

(Exeunt Noah and Sem. The sweeping tempest through its groaning boughs ;

SCENE III.— The mountains.-A cavern, and Such is the sullen or the fitful state

the rocks of Caucasus. Of my mind overworn. The earth's grown wicked,

Japhet (solus). Ye wilds, that look eternal; And many signs and portents have pro

and thou cave, claim'd

Which seemst unfathomable; and ye mounA change at hand, and an o'erwhelming doom

tains, To perishable beings. Oh, my Anah! So varied and so terrible in beauty; When the dread hour denounced shall open Here, in your rugged majesty of rocks wide

And toppling trees that twine their roots The fountains of the deep,how mightest thou

with stone Have lain within this bosom, folded from In perpendicular places, where the foot The elements; this bosom, which in vain of man would tremble, could he reach Hath beat for thee, and then will beat

them-yes, more vainly,

Ye look eternal! Yet, in a few days, While thine-Oh, God! at least remit to her Perhaps even hours, ye will be changed, Thy wrath! for she is pure amidst the failing,

rent, hurled As a star in the clouds, which cannot quench, Before the mass of waters; and yon cave, Although they obscure it for an hour. Which seems to lead into a lower world, My Anah!

Shall have its depths search'd by the sweepHow would I have adored thee, but thou ing wave, wouldst not;

And dolphins gambol in the lion's den! And still would I redeem thee-see thee live And man--Oh,men! my fellow-beings! Who When Ocean is Earth's grave,and, unopposed Shall weep above your universal grave, By rock or shallow, the Leviathan, Save I, who shall be left to weep? My Lord of the shoreless sea and watery world,

kinsmen, Shall wonder at his boundlessness of realm. Alas! what am I better than ye are,

[Exit Japhet. That I must live beyond ye? Where shall be

The pleasant places where I thought of Anah Enter Noah and SEM.

While I had hope? or the more savage Noah. Where is thy brother Japhet ?

haunts, Sem. He went forth,

Scarce less beloved, where I despaired for According to his wont, to meet with Irad,

her? He said ; but, as I fear, to bend his steps And can it be!-Shall yon exulting peak, Towards Anah's tents, round which he Whose glittering top is like a distant star, hovers nightly,

Lie low beneath the boiling of the deep? Like a dove round and round its pillaged No more to have the morning-sun break forth, nest;

And scatter back the mists in floating folds Or else he walks the wild up to the cavern From its tremendous brow? no more to have Which opens to the heart of Ararat. Day's broad orb drop behind its head at even, Noah. What doth he there? It is an evil Leaving it with a crown of many bues ? spot

No more to be the beacon of the world, Upon an earth all evil; for things worse For angels to alight on, as the spot Than even wicked men resort there: he Nearest the stars? And can those words Still loves this daughter of a fated race,

(no more Although he could not wed her if she loved Be meant for thee, for all things, save for us, him,

And the predestined creeping things reserved And that she doth not. Oh, the unhappy By my sire to Jehovah's bidding? May hearts

He preserve them, and I not have the power Of men! that one of my blood, knowing well To snatch the loveliest of earth's daughters The destiny and evil of these days,

from And that the hour approacheth, should A doom which even some serpent, with his indulge

mate, In such forbidden yearnings! Lead the way; Shall 'scape to save his kind to be prolong'd, Ile must be sought for!

To hiss and sting through some emerging Sem. Go not forward, father:

world, I will seek Japhet.

Reeking and dank from out the slime, Noah. Do not fear for me:

whose ooze

Shall slumber o'er the wreck of this until Nor years, nor heart-break, nor Time's The salt morass subside into a sphere

sapping motion, Beneath the sun, and be the monument, Shall they drop off. Behold their last toThe sole and undistinguish'd sepulchre,

morrow! Of yet quick myriads of all life? How much Earth shall be ocean! Breath will be still’d at once! All-beauteous

And no breath, world!

Save of the winds, be on the unbounded So young, so mark'd out for destruction, I

wave! With a cleft heart look on thee day by day, Angels shall tire their wings, but find no And night by night, thy number'd days and

spot: nights.

Not even a rock from out the liquid grave I cannot save thee, cannot save even her Shall lift its point to save, Whose love had made me love thee more; Or show the place where strong Despair but as

hath died, A portion of thy dust, I cannot think After long looking o'er the ocean wide Upon thy coming doom without a feeling For the expected ebb which cometh not: Such as-Oh God! and canst thou

All shall be void, [He pauses.


Another element shall be the lord A rushing sound from the cavern, is heard

Of life, and the abhorr'd and shouts of laughter-afterwards a Children of dust be quench’d; and of each hue Spirit passes.

Of earth nought left but the unbroken blue; Japhet. In the name

And of the variegated mountain Of the Most High, what art thou ?

Shall nought remain Spirit (laughs). Ha! Ha! Ha!

Unchanged, or of the level plain; Japhet. By all that earth holds holiest, Cedar and pine shall lift their tops in speak!

vain : Spirit (laughs). Ha! Ha!

All merged within the universal fountain, Japhet. By the approaching deluge! by Man, earth, and fire, shall die, the earth

And sea and sky Which will be strangled by the ocean! by Look vast and lifeless in the eternal eye. The deep which will lay open all her Upon the foam fountains !

Who shall erect a home? The Heaven which will convert her clouds Japhet (coming forward). My sire! to seas !

Earth's seed shall not expire;
And the Omnipotent who makes and crushes ! Only the evil shall be put away
Thou unknown, terrible, and indistinct,

From day.
Yet awful Thing of Shadows, speak to me! Avaunt! ye exulting demons of the
Why dost thou laugh that horrid laugh?

waste ! Spirit. Why weepst thou ?

Who howl your hideous joy Japhet. For earth and all her children. When God destroys whom you dare not Spirit. Ha! Ha! Ha! [Spirit vanishes.

destroy; Japhet. How the fiend mocks the tortures

Hence! haste! of a world,

Back to your inner caves ! The coming desolation of an orb,

Until the waves On which the sun shall rise and warm no life! Shall scarch you in your secret place, How the earth sleeps! and all that in it is And drive your sallen race Sleeps too upon the very eve of death! Forth, to be roild upon the tossing winds Why should they wake to meet it? What In restless wretchedness along all space! is here,

Spirit. Son of the saved ! Which look like death in life, and speak When thou and thine have braved like things

The wide and warring element; Born ere this dying world? They come like When the great barrier of the deep is rent, clouds!

Shall thou and thine be good or happy?— [Various Spirits pass from the cavern.

No! Spirit. Rejoice!

Thy new world and new race shall be of The abhorred race Which could not keep in Eden their high Less goodly in their aspect, in their years place,

Less than the glorious giants, who But listen'd to the voice

Yet walk the world in pride, Of knowledge without power,

The Sons of Heaven by many a mortal bride. Are nigh the hour

Thine shall be nothing of the past, save tcars. Of death!

And art thou not ashamed Not slow, not single, not by sword, nor

Thus to survive, sorrow,

And, oat, and drink, and wive?


grave ?

With prayer;

With a base heart so far subdued and tamed, Japhet (interrupting them). The eternal As even to hear this wide destruction named,

will Without such grief and courage, as should Shall deign to expound this dream rather

Of good and evil; and redeem
Bid thee await the world-dissolving wave, Unto Himself all times, all things;
Than seek a shelter with thy favour'd father, And,gath cr'd under his almighty wings
And build thy city o'er the drown'd Earth's Abolish hell!

And to the expiated Eart!
Who would outlive their kind,

Restore the beauty of her birth,
Except the base and blind ?

Her Eden in an endless paradise,

Where man no more can fallas once he fell,
Hateth thine

And even the very demons shall do well! As of a different order in the sphere, Spirits. And when shall take effect this But not our own.

wondrous spell? There is not one who hath not left a throne Japhet. When the Redeemer cometh;

VacantinHeaven to dwell in darkness here, first in pain,
Rather than see his mates endure alone.

And then in glory.
Go, wretch! and give

Spirits. Meantime still struggle in the A life like thine to other wretches - live!

mortal chain, And when the annihilating waters roar Till earth wax hoary;

Above what they have done, War with yourselves, and Hell, and Heaven, Envy the Giant-Patriarchs then no more,

in vain, And scorn thy sire as the surviving one!

Until the clouds look gory
Thyself for being his son ! With the blood reeking from each battle-

plain; Chorus of Spirits issuing from the cavern. New times, new climes, new arts, new Rejoice!

men ; but still No more the human voice

The same old tears, old crimes, and oldest ill, Shall vex our joys in middle air Shall be amongst your race in different

No more

But the same moral storms
Shall they adore;

Shall oversweep the future, as the waves And we, who ne'er for ages have adored In a few hours the glorious Giants' graves.

The prayer-exacting Lord,
To whom the omission of a sacrifice

Chorus of Spirits.
Is vice;

Brethren, rejoice!
We, we shall view the deep salt sources

Mortal, farewell! pour’d

Hark! hark! already we can hear the voice Until one element shall do the work Of growing Ocean's gloomy swell; Of all in chaos; until they,

The winds, too, plume their piercing The creatures proud of their poor clay, wings! Shall perish, and their bleached bones shall The clouds have nearly fill'd their lurk

springs! In caves, in dens,in clefts of mountains, where The fountains of the great deep shall be The Deep shall follow to their latest lair; broken,

Where even the brutes, in their despair, And Heaven set wide her windows; while Shall cease to prey on man and on each other, mankind

And the striped tiger shall lie down to die View, unacknowledged, each tremendous Beside the lamb, as though he were his


Still, as they were from the beginning, Till all things shall be as they were,

blind. Silent and uncreated, save the sky:

We hear the sound they cannot hear, While a brief truce

The mustering thunders of the threat-
Is made with Death, who shall forbear ening sphere;
The little remnant of the past creation, Yet a few hours their coming is delay'd;
To generate new nations for his use; Their flashing banners, folded still on high,
This remnant, floating o’er the undulation Yet undisplay'd,

Of the subsiding deluge, from its slime, Save to the Spirits' all-pervading eye.
When the hot sun hath baked the reeking Howl! howl! oh Earth!

Thy death is nearer than thy recent birth: Into a world, shall give again to Time Trenible, ye mountains, soon to shrink below New beings - years -- diseases

The ocean's overflow!
The wave shall break upon your

cliffs; With all companionship of hate and toil,

and shells, Until

The little shells of ocean's least things be


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