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Begun and died upon the gentle wind.
'Twas such a night! 'Tis strange that I recall it at this time; But I have found our thoughts take wildest flight
Even at the moment when they should array
Enter the ABBOT.
My good lord!
heartCould I touch that, with words or prayers, I should Recall a noble spirit which hath wander'd; But is not yet all lost. Man.
Thou know'st me not;
Abbot. Thou dost not mean to menace me?
What dost mean?
Look there, I say, And steadfastly;—now tell me what thou seest ?
ABBOT. That which should shake me,-- but I fear it
not I see a dusk and awful figure rise Like an infernal god from out the earth; His face wrapt in a mantle, and his form Robed as with angry clouds; he stands between Thyself and me—but I do fear him not. Man. Thou hast no cause—he shall not harm thee
but His sight may shock thine old limbs into palsy. I say
to thee-Retire ! Аввот.
And I reply-
Why-ay-what doth he here -
Man. Pronounce--what is thy mission?
Abbot. What art thou, unknown'being ? answer !
speak! SPIRIT. The genius of this mortal.—Come! 'tis
time. Man. I am prepared for all things, but deny The power which summons me. Who sent thee here?
Spirit. Thou'lt know anon 1-Come ! come!
I have commanded
say. Man. I knew, and know my hour is come, but not To render up my soul to such as thee : Away! I'll die as I have lived-alone. SPIRIT. Then I must summon up my brethren.Rise!
[Other Spirits rise up.
Old man !
Man. I do defy ye,—though I feel my soul
Is ebbing from me, yet I do defy ye ;
life Which made thee wretched ! Man.
Thou false fiend, thou liest ! My life is in its last hour, that I know, Nor would redeem a moment of that hour; I do not combat against death, but thee And thy surrounding angels; my past power Was purchased by no compact with thy crew, But by superior science-penance-daringAnd length of watching—strength of mind—and skill In knowledge of our fathers—when the earth Saw men and spirits walking side by side, And gave ye no supremacy: I stand Upon my strength—I do defy-denySpurn back, and scorn ye! SPIRIT.
But thy many crimes Have made thee