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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. Аввот. .
My good lord! I crave a second grace for this approach; But yet let not my humble zeal offend By its abruptness--all it hath of ill Recoils on me; its good in the effect May light upon your head—could I say 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
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-Come! come!
I have commanded
Spirit. Mortal! thine hour is come-Away! I 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. · ABBOT. Avaunt ! ye evil ones !-Avaunt! I say,Ye have no power where piety hath power, And I do charge ye in the name SPIRIT.
Man. I do defy ye,—though I feel my soul
Is ebbing from me, yet I do defy ye ;
Thou false fiend, thou liest !
But thy many crimes Have made thee