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But not our own.
There is not one who hath not left a throne
Vacant in Heaven to dwell in darkness here, Rather than see his mates endure alone.
Go, wretch! and give
A life like thine to other wretches-live!
Envy the Giant Patriarchs then no more,
Chorus of Spirits issuing from the cavern.
No more the human voice
Shall vex our joys in middle air
Shall they adore;
And we, who ne'er for ages have adored
The prayer-exacting Lord,
To whom the omission of a sacrifice
We, we shall view the deep salt sources pour'd Until one element shall do the work
Of all in chaos; until they,
The creatures proud of their poor clay, Shall perish, and their bleached bones shall lurk In caves, in dens, in clefts of mountains, where The Deep shall follow to their latest lair;
Where even the brutes, in their despair, Shall cease to prey on man and on each other, And the striped tiger shall lie down to die
Beside the lamb, as though he were his brother;
Is made with Death, who shall forbear
JAPHET (interrupting them).
The eternal will
Shall deign to expound this dream
Unto Himself all times, all things;
And, gather'd under his almighty wings,
And to the expiated Earth
Restore the beauty of her birth,
Her Eden in an endless paradise,
Where man no more can fall as once he fell, And even the very demons shall do well!
And when shall take effect this wond'rous spell?
When the Redeemer cometh; first in pain,
And then in glory.
Meantime still struggle in the mortal chain,
Till earth wax hoary;
War with yourselves, and Hell, and Heaven, in vain,
With the blood reeking from each battle plain;
Shall oversweep the future, as the waves
Chorus of Spirits.
Hark! hark! already we can hear the voice
The winds, too, plume their piercing wings!
And Heaven set wide her windows; while mankind
Their flashing banners, folded still on high,
Save to the Spirits' all-pervading eye.
Howl! howl! oh Earth!
Thy death is nearer than thy recent birth :
* «And there were Giants in those days, and after; mighty men, which were of old men of renown.»-Genesis.
Tremble, ye mountains, soon to shrink below
The wave shall break upon your cliffs; and shells,
Where could he rest them, while the whole space brings
Nought to his eye beyond the deep, his grave?
And loudly lift each superhuman voice--
Save the slight remnant of Seth's seed—
The seed of Seth,
Exempt for future Sorrow's sake from death.
But of the sons of Cain
None shall remain;
And all his goodly daughters
Must lie beneath the desolating waters;
Beings even in death so fair.
And to the universal human cry
The universal silence shall succeed!
Fly, brethren, fly!
But still rejoice!
We fell !
So perish all
These petty foes of Heaven who shrink from Hell!
(The Spirits disappear, soaring upwards.)
God hath proclaim'd the destiny of Earth;
In silent books, which, in their silence, say
Than their last cries shall shake the Almighty purpose,
No sign yet hangs its banner in the air;
The clouds are few, and of their wonted texture;
As on the fourth day of creation, when
God said unto him, « Shine! » and he broke forth
Made and far sweeter voices of the birds,
Their matins now draw nigh—the East is kindling
*The Book of Enoch, preserved by the Ethiopians, is said by them to be anterior to the Flood.