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The Hall of Arimanes—Arimanes on his throne, a globe of Jire, surrounded bjr the Spirits.
HYMN OF THE SPIRITS.
Hai! to our Master !—Prince of Earth and Air !—
Who walks the clouds and waters—in his hand The sceptre of the elements, which tear
Themselves to chaos at his high command! He breatheth—and a tempest shakes the sea;
He speaketh—and the clouds reply in thunder; He gazeth—from his glance the sunbeams flee;
He moveth—earthquakes rend the world asunder. Bencath his footsteps the volcanos rise;
His shadow is the Pestilence ; his path
And planets turn to ashes at his wrath.
To him Death pays his tribute ; Life is his, With all its infinite of agonies—
And his the spirit of whatever is!
( Enter the Destikies anrf J»emes:s.) FIRST DESTINY.
Glory to Arimanes ! on the earth
His power increascth—both my sisters did
His bidding, nor did I neglect my duty!
Glory to Arimanes ! we who bow
The necks of men, bow down before his throne!
Glory to Arimaues !—we await
Sovereign of Sovereigns ! we are tbiue,
What is here?
A mortal!—Thou most rash and fatal wretch,
I do know the man— A magian of great power, and fearful skill!
Bow down and worship, slave!—What, know'st thou not Thine and our Sovereign?—Tremble, and obey!
ALL THE SPIRITS.
Prostrate thyself, and thy condemned clay,
I know it; And yet ye see I kneel not.
Twill be taught thee.
Tis taught already;—many a night on the earth,
On the bare ground, have I bow'J down my face,
And strew'd my head with ashes; I have known
The fulness of humiliation, for
I sunk before my vain despair, and knelt
To my own desolation.
Dost them dare
Refine to Arimanes on his throne
Bid him Low down to that which is above him,
Crush the worm! Tear him in pieces !—
Hence ! Avaunt!—he's mine, Prince of the Powers invisible I This man Is of no common order, as his port And presence here denote ; his sufferings Have been of an immortal nature, like Our own; his knowledge, and his powers and will, As far as is compatible with clay, Which clogs the etherial essence, have been such
As clay hath seldom borne ; his aspirations
Have been beyond the dwellers of the earth,
j\nd they have only taught him what we know—
That knowledge is not happiness, and science
But an exchange of ignorance for that
Which is another kind of ignorance.
This is not all—the passions, attributes
Of earth and heaven, from which no power, nor being,
Nor breath from the worm upwards is exempt,
Have pierced his heart; and in their consequence
Made him a thing, which I, who pity not,
Yet pardon those who pity. He is mine,
And thine, it may be—be it so, or not,
No other Spirit in this region hath
A soul like his—or power upon his soul.
What doth he here then?
Let him answer that.
Ye know what I have known , and without power
Thou canst not repry to me. Call up the dead—my question is for them.
Great Arimanes, doth thy will avouch
Whom would'st thou Uncharnel?
One without a tomb—call up Astarte.
Shallow ! or Spirit!
Whatever thou art,
The whole or a part
Of the mould of thy clay,
Re-appear to the day!
The heart and the form,
Redeem from the worm.
( The phantom of Astarte rises and
Can this be Death? there's bloom upon her check;