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What! though it were to save?
Noah. Not ye in all your glory can redeem
What he who made you glorious hath condemn'd.
Were your immortal mission safety, 'twould
Be general, not for two, though beautiful;
And beautiful they are, but not the less
Condemn'd.

Japh.
Noah.

Oh father! say it not.

Son! son! If that thou wouldst avoid their doom, forget That they exist; they soon shall cease to be, While thou shalt be the sire of a new world, And better.

Japh. Let me die with this, and them!

But ignorance must ever be

A part of sin;

And even the spirits' knowledge shall grow less
As they wax proud within;

For Blindness is the first-born of Excess.
When all good angels left the world, ye stayed,
Stung with strange passions, and debased'
By mortal feelings for a mortal maid;
But ye are pardon'd thus far, and replaced
With your pure equals. Hence! away! away!
Or stay,

And lose eternity by that delay!

Aza. And thou! if earth be thus forbidden
In the decree

To us until this moment hidden,
Dost thou not err as we

In being here?

Raph. I came to call ye back to your fit sphere, In the great name and at the word of God. Dear, dearest in themselves, and scarce less dear That which I came to do: till now we trod Together the eternal space; together

Let us still walk the stars. True, earth must die! Her race, return'd into her womb, must wither, And much which she inherits; but oh! why Cannot this earth be made, or be destroy'd,

Noah. Thou shouldst for such a thought, but shalt Without involving ever some vast void

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The first and fairest of the sons of God,
How long hath this been law,

That earth by angels must be left untrod?
Earth which oft saw

Jehovah's footsteps not disdain her sod!
The world he loved, had made

For love; and oft have we obey'd
His frequent mission with delighted pinions,
Adoring him in his least works display'd;
Watching this youngest star of his dominions;
And, as the latest birth of his great word,
Eager to keep it worthy of our Lord.
Why is thy brow severe ?

And wherefore speak'st thou of.destruction near?
Raph. Had Samiasa and Azaziel been

In their true place, with the angelic choir,
Written in fire

They would have seen
Jehovah's late decree,

And not inquired their Maker's breath of me:

In the immortal ranks? immortal still
In their immeasurable forfeiture.
Our brother Satan fell; his burning will

Rather than long worship dared endure !
But ye who still are pure!

Seraphs! less mighty than that mightiest one,
Think how he was undone !

And think if tempting man can compensate

For heaven desired too late!

Long have I warr'd,

Long must I war

With him who deem'd it hard

To be created, and to acknowledge him
Who midst the cherubim

Made him as suns to a dependent star,
Leaving the archangels at his right hand dim.
I loved him-beautiful he was: oh heaven!
Save his who made, what beauty and what power
Was ever like to Satan's! Would the hour
In which he fell could ever be forgiven!
The wish is impious: but, oh ye!
Yet undestroy'd, be warn'd! Eternity

With him, or with his God, is in your choice.
He hath not tempted you; he cannot tempt
The angels, from his further snares exempt:
But man hath listen'd to his voice,
And ye to woman's-beautiful she is,
The serpent's voice less subtle than her kiss.
The snake but vanquish'd dust; but she will draw
A second host from heaven, to break heaven's law.
Yet, yet, oh fly!
Ye cannot die;

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And the eternal Lord

In vain would be implored

For the remission of one hour of wo,
Let us resign even what we have adored,
And meet the wave, as we would meet the sword,
If not unmoved, yet undismay'd.

And wailing less for us than those who shall
Survive in mortal or immortal thrall,

And, when the fatal waters are allay'd,
Weep for the myriads who can weep no more.
Fly, seraphs to your own eternal shore,
Where winds nor howl nor waters roar.
Our portion is to die,

And yours to live for ever:

But which is best, a dead eternity,

Or living, is but known to the great Giver.
Obey him, as we shall obey;

I would not keep this life of mine in clay
An hour beyond his will,

Nor see ye lose a portion of his grace,
For all the mercy which Seth's race

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Yet let me not retain thee-fly!

My pangs can be but brief; but thine would be
Eternal, if repulsed from heaven for me.

Too much already hast thou deign'd
To one of Adam's race!

Our doom is sorrow; not to us alone,
But to the spirits who have not disdain'd
To love us, cometh anguish with disgrace.

The first who taught us knowledge hath been hurl'd
From his once archangelic throne

Into some unknown world:

And thou, Azaziel! No

Thou shalt not suffer wo

For me. Away! nor weep!
Thou canst not weep; but yet

May'st suffer more not weeping: then forget

Her, whom the surges of the all-strangling deep
Can bring no pang like this. Fly! fly!
Being gone, 'twill be less difficult to die.
Japh. Oh say not so!

Father! and thou, archangel, thou!
Surely celestial mercy lurks below
That pure severe serenity of brow:

Let them not meet this sea without a shore,
Save in our ark, or let me be no more!

Noah. Peace, child of passion, peace!
If not within thy heart, yet with thy tongue
Do God no wrong!

Live as he wills it-die, when he ordains,
A righteous death, unlike the seed of Cain's.
Cease, or be sorrowful in silence; cease
To weary Heaven's ear with thy selfish plaint:
Would'st thou have God commit a sin for thee?
Such would it be,

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And bear what Adam's race must bear, and can.
Japh. Ay, father! but when they are gone,
And we are all alone,

Floating upon the azure desert, and

The depth beneath us hides our own dear land,
And dearer, silent friends and brethren, all
Buried in its immeasurable breast,

Who, who, our tears, our shrieks, shall then command?

Can we in desolation's peace have rest?
Oh God! be thou a God, and spare

Yet while 'tis time!

Renew not Adam's fall:

Mankind were then but twain,

But they are numerous now as are the waves

And the tremendous rain,

Whose drops shall be less thick than would their

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Then from this hour,

Shorn as ye are of all celestial power,
And aliens from your God,
Farewell!

Japh.

Alas! where shall they dwell? Hark, hark! Deep sounds, and deeper still, Are howling from the mountain's bosom: There's not a breath of wind upon the hill, Yet quivers every leaf, and drops each blossom: Earth groans as if beneath a heavy load. Noah. Hark, hark! the sea-birds cry! In clouds they overspread the lurid sky, And hover round the mountain, where before Never a white wing, wetted by the wave, Yet dared to soar,

Even when the waters wax'd too fierce to brave. Soon it shall be their only shore,

And then, no more!

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Proclaims earth's last of summer days hath shone!
The clouds return into the hues of night,
Save where their brazen-color'd edges streak
The verge where brighter morns were wont to break.
Noah. And lo! yon flash of light,
The distant thunder's harbinger, appears!
It cometh! hence, away!

Leave to the elements their evil prey!
Hence to where our all-hallow'd ark uprears
Its safe and reckless sides.

Japh. Oh, father, stay!

Leave not my Anah to the swallowing tides! Noah. Must we not leave all life to such! gone!

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Chorus of Mortals.

The heavens and earth are mingling-God! oh God!
What have we done? Yet spare!

Hark! even the forest beasts howl forth their pray'r
The dragon crawls from out his den,
To herd, in terror, innocent with men ;
And the birds scream their agony through air.
Yet, yet, Jehovah! yet withdraw thy rod
Of wrath, and pity thine own world's despair!
Hear not man only but all nature plead!

Raph. Farewell, thou earth! ye wretched sons of
clay

I cannot, must not, aid you. 'Tis decreed!

[Exit RAPHAEL. Japh. Some clouds sweep on as vultures for their prey,

Be-While others fix'd as rocks, await the word
At which their wrathful vials shall be pour'd.
No azure more shall robe the firmament,
Nor spangled stars be glorious: Death hath risen;
In the sun's place a pale and ghastly glare
Hath wound itself around the dying air.

Japh. Can rage and justice join in the same path?
Noah. Blasphemer! darest thou murmur even

now?

Aza. Come, Anah! quit this chaos-founded prison,
To which the elements again repair,
To turn it into what it was: beneath

The shelter of these wings thou shalt be safe,
As was the eagle's nestling once within
Its mother's.-Let the coming chaos chafe

Raph. Patriarch, be still a father! smooth thy with all its elements! Heed not their din!

brow:

Thy son, despite his folly, shall not sink;
He knows not what he says, yet shall not drink
With sobs the salt foam of the swelling waters;
But be, when passion passeth, good as thou,

Nor perish like heaven's children with man's
daughters.

Aho. The tempest cometh; heaven and earth
unite

For the annihilation of all life.
Unequal is the strife

Between our strength and the Eternal Might!

Sam. But ours is with thee; we will bear ye
To some untroubled star,

Where thou and Anah shalt partake our lot;
And if thou dost not weep for thy lost earth,

Our forfeit heaven shall also be forgot.

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Oh son of Noah! mercy on thy kind!
What! wilt thou leave us all-all-all behind?
While safe amid the elemental strife,

Anah. Oh! my dear father's tents, my place of Thou sitt'st within thy guarded ark?

birth,

And mountains, land, and woods! when ye are not,

Who shall dry up my tears?

Aza.
Thy spirit-lord.
Fear not; though we are shut from heaven,
Yet much is ours, whence we cannot be driven.

Raph. Rebel! thy words are wicked, as thy deeds
Shall henceforth be but weak: the flaming sword,
Which chased the first-born out of Paradise,
Still flashes in the angelic hands.

Aza. It cannot slay us: threaten dust with death,
And talk of weapons unto that which bleeds.
What are thy swords in our immortal eyes?

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Raph. The moment cometh to approve thy Or cursed be—with him who made

strength;

And learn at length

How vain to war with what thy God commands:

Thy former force was in thy faith.

Enter Mortals, flying for refuge.

Thee and thy race, for which we are betray'd!
Japh. Peace! 'tis no hour for curses, but for

prayer!

Chorus of Mortals.

For prayer!!!

And where

Shall prayer ascend,

For what is past,

When the swoln clouds unto the mountains bend

And burst,

And gushing oceans every barrier rend,
Until the very deserts know no thirst?
Accurst

Be he who made thee and thy sire!

We deem our curses vain; we must expire:

But as we know the worst,

Why should our hymn be raised, our knees be

bent

Before the implacable Omnipotent,

Since we must fall the same?

If he hath made earth, let it be his shame,

To make a world for torture.-Lo! they come,
The loathsome waters, in their rage!

And with their roar make wholesome nature dumb!
The forest's trees, (coeval with the hour
When Paradise upsprung,

Ere Eve gave Adam knowledge for her dower,
Or Adam his first hymn of slavery sung,)

So massy, vast, yet green in their old age,
Are overtopt,

Their summer blossoms by the surges lopt,
Which rise, and rise, and rise.

Vainly we look up to the lowering skies

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For that which is:

For all are his,

From first to last

Time-space-eternity-life-death

The vast known and immeasurable unknown, He made, and can unmake;

And shall I, for a little gasp of breath
Blaspheme and groan?

No; let me die, as I have lived, in faith,
Nor quiver, though the universe may quake.
Chorus of Mortals.
Where shall we fly?

Not to the mountains high;

For now their torrents rush, with double roar,
To meet the ocean, which, advancing still,
Already grasps each drowning hill,
Nor leaves an unsearch'd cave.

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CAIN;

A MYSTERY.

"Now the Serpent was more subtile than any beast of the field which the Lord God had made.”—Genesis, ch. iii. ver. L.

ΤΟ

SIR WALTER SCOTT, BART.

THIS MYSTERY OF CAIN IS INSCRIBED,
BY HIS OBLIGED FRIEND, AND FAITHFUL SERVANT,

THE AUTHOR.

PREFACE.

ence. Gesner's "Death of Abel" I have never read since I was eight years of age, at Aberdeen.

THE following scenes are entitled "a Mystery," The general impression of my recollection is delight; in conformity with the ancient title annexed to but of the contents I remember only that Cain's dramas upon similar subjects, which were styled wife was called Mahala, and Abel's Thirza: in the "Mysteries, or Moralities." The author has by no following pages I have called them "Adah” and means taken the same liberties with his subject "Zillah," the earliest female names which occur in which were common formerly, as may be seen by Genesis; they were those of Lamech's wives; those any reader curious enough to refer to those very of Cain and Abel are not called by their names. profane productions, whether in English, French, Whether, then, a coincidence of subject may have Italian, or Spanish. The author has endeavored to caused the same in expression, I know nothing, preserve the language adapted to his characters; and care as little. and where it is (and this is but rarely) taken from The reader will please to bear in mind (what few actual Scripture, he has made as little alteration, choose to recollect) that there is no allusion to a even of words, as the rhythm would permit. The future state in any of the books of Moses, nor reader will recollect that the book of Genesis does indeed in the Old Testament. For a reason for not state that Eve was tempted by a demon, but by this extraordinary omission he may consult "War"the Serpent;" and that only because he was "the burton's Divine Legation; " whether satisfactory or most subtile of all the beasts of the field." What- not, no better has yet been assigned. I have thereever interpretation the Rabbins and the Fathers fore supposed it new to Cain, without, I hope, any may have put upon this, I must take the words as I perversion of Holy Writ. find them, and reply with Bishop Watson upon

With regard to the language of Lucifer, it was similar occasions, when the Fathers were quoted to difficult for me to make him talk like a clergyman him, as Moderator in the schools of Cambridge, upon the same subjects; but I have done what I "Behold the Book!"-holding up the Scripture. could to restrain him within the bounds of spiritual It is to be recollected that my present subject has politeness.

nothing to do with the New Testament, to which If he disclaims having tempted Eve in the shape no reference can be here made without anachron- of the Serpent, it is only because the book of Genism. With the poems upon similar topics I have esis has not the most distant allusion to any thing not been recently familiar. Since I was twenty I of the kind, but merely to the Serpent in his ser have never read Milton; but I had read him so pentine capacity.

frequently before, that this may make little differ- Note. The reader will perceive that the author

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