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Of my mind overworn. The earth's grown wicked,
And still would I redeem thee -see thee live
Lord of the shoreless sea and watery world,
Enter NOAH and SHEM.
Noah. Where is thy brother Japhet?
Noah. What doth he there? It is an evil spot
Go not forward, father:
I will seek Japhet.
Noah. Do not fear for me: All evil things are powerless on the man Selected by Jehovah. — Let us on.
Which seems to lead into a lower world,
Shall have its depths search'd by the sweeping wave,
And man- Oh, men my fellow-beings! Who
Save I? Who shall be left to weep? My kinsmen,
That I must live beyond ye? Where shall be
No more to be the beacon of the world,
Nearest the stars? And can those words "no more
He preserve them, and I not have the power
And night by night, thy number'd days and nights:
Japh. By all that earth holds holiest, speak!
Japh. By the approaching deluge! by the earth
Japh. For earth and all her Spirit. Ha ha ha! [Spirit vanishes. Japh. How the fiend mocks the tortures of a world, The coming desolation of an orb,
On which the sun shall rise and warm no life!
Why weep'st thou ? children.
How the earth sleeps! and all that in it is
Why should they wake to meet it? What is here,
Which could not keep in Eden their high place,
But listen'd to the voice
Of knowledge without power,
Not slow, not single, not by sword, nor sorrow,
Behold their last to-morrow!
Save of the winds, be on the unbounded wave!
Shall lift its point to save,
Or show the place where strong Despair hath died, After long looking o'er the ocean wide
For the expected ebb which cometh not:
All shall be void,
Another element shall be the lord
Children of dust be quench'd; and of each hue
Unchanged, or of the level plain;
Cedar and pine shall lift their tops in vain : All merged within the universal fountain, Man, earth, and fire, shall die,
Back to your inner caves! Until the waves
And sea and sky
Look vast and lifeless in the eternal eye.
Who shall erect a home ?
Japh. (coming forward). My sire!
Avaunt ye exulting demons of the waste! Who howl your hideous joy
When God destroys whom you dare not destroy;
Shall search you in your secret place,
When thou and thine have braved
When the great barrier of the deep is rent,
The Sons of Heaven by many a mortal bride. Thine shall be nothing of the past, save tears. And art thou not ashamed
Thus to survive,
And eat, and drink, and wive ?
And build thy city o'er the drown'd Earth's
Who would outlive their kind,
Except the base and blind?
As of a different order in the sphere,
A life like thine to other wretches- live!
Chorus of Spirits issuing from the cavern. Rejoice!
No more the human voice
Shall vex our joys in middle air
Shall they adore;
And we, who ne'er for ages have adored
To whom the omission of a sacrifice
We, we shall view the deep's salt sources pour'd
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; Till all things shall be as they were, Silent and uncreated, save the sky: While a brief truce
Is made with Death, who shall forbear
Where man no more can fall as once he fell, And even the very demons shall do well! Spirits. And when shall take effect this wondrous spell ?
Japh. When the Redeemer cometh; first in pain,
With the blood reeking from each battle plain;
Chorus of Spirits.
Hark! hark! already we can hear the voice
The winds, too, plume their piercing wings;
Save to the Spirit's all-pervading eye.
The ocean's overflow!
The wave shall break upon your cliffs; and shells, The little shells, of ocean's least things be Deposed where now the eagle's offspring dwells
How shall he shriek o'er the remorseless sea!
"And there were giants in the earth in those days, and after; mighty men, which were of old, men of renown.". Genesis.
So perish all
These petty foes of Heaven who shrink from hell!
My father's ark of safety hath announced it;
No sign yet hangs its banner in the air;
The sun will rise upon the earth's last day
God said unto him, "Shine!" and he broke forth
broken up; and the windows of heaven were opened."— Ibid.
3 The book of Enoch, preserved by the Ethiopians, is said 2 "The same day were all the fountains of the great deep by them to be anterior to the flood.
No more to dust than is eternity
Of the grey mountain, scattering its mist!
Enter SAMIASa, Azaziei, ANAH, and AнOLIBAMAH. Anah. Japhet!
A son of Adam!
Aza. What doth the earth-born here, While all his race are slumbering?
Japh. But all good angels have forsaken earth,
Anah. Japhet, I cannot answer thee; yet, yet
Japh. May the Heaven, which soon no more Will pardon, do so! for thou art greatly tempted. Aho. Back to thy tents, insulting son of Noah ! We know thee not.
Japh. The hour may come when thou May'st know me better; and thy sister know Me still the same which I have ever been.
Sam. Son of the patriarch, who hath ever been Upright before his God, whate'er thy gifts, And thy words seem of sorrow, mix'd with wrath, How have Azaziel, or myself, brought on thee Wrong?
Japh. Wrong! the greatest of all wrongs; but thou Say'st well, though she be dust, I did not, could not, Deserve her. Farewell, Anah! I have said That word so often! but now say it, ne'er To be repeated. Angel! or whate'er Thou art, or must be soon, hast thou the power To save this beautiful— these beautiful Children of Cain?
Japh. And is it so, That ye too know not? Angels! angels! ye Have shared man's sin, and, it may be, now must Partake his punishment; or, at the least, My sorrow.
Sam. Sorrow! I ne'er thought till now To hear an Adamite speak riddles to me. Juph. And hath not the Most High expounded them? Then ye are lost, as they are lost.
I would resign the greater remnant of
Japh. It is for him, then! for the seraph thou
The Highest: but if he can save thee, soon
Anah. Ah! he speaks of death. Sam. Of death to us! and those who are with us! But that the man seems full of sorrow, I Could smile.
Japh. I grieve not for myself, nor fear; I am sare, not for my own deserts, but those Of a well-doing sire, who hath been found Righteous enough to save his children. Would His power was greater of redemption! or That by exchanging my own life for hers, Who could alone have made mine happy, she, The last and loveliest of Cain's race, could share The ark which shall receive a remnant of The seed of Seth!
Aho. And dost thou think that we, With Cain's, the eldest born of Adam's, blood Warm in our veins, strong Cain ! who was begotten In Paradise, would mingle with Seth's children? Seth, the last offspring of old Adam's dotage? No, not to save all earth, were earth in peril! Our race hath always dwelt apart from thine From the beginning, and shall do so ever.
Japh. I did not speak to thee, Aholibamah! Too much of the forefather whom thou vauntest Has come down in that haughty blood which springs From him who shed the first, and that a brother's! But thou, my Anah! let me call thee mine, Albeit thou art not; 'tis a word I cannot Part with, although I must from thee. My Anah! Thou who dost rather make me dream that Abel Had left a daughter, whose pure pious race Survived in thee, so much unlike thou art The rest of the stern Cainites, save in beauty, For all of them are fairest in their favourAho. (interrupting him). And wouldst thou have her
like our father's foe
Didst seem to glory in him, nor to shrink From what he had done.
Aho. He was our fathers' father; The eldest born of man, the strongest, bravest, And most enduring: - Shall I blush for him From whom we had our being? Look upon Our race; behold their stature and their beauty, Their courage, strength, and length of days Japh. They are number'd. Aho. Be it so! but while yet their hours endure, I glory in my brethren and our fathers.
Japh. My sire and race but glory in their God, Anah! and thou?
Whate'er our God decrees,
The God of Seth as Cain, I must obey,
Of all my house. My sister! oh, my sister!
Aho. What, hath this dreamer, with his father's ark,
Japh. He whose one word produced them. Aho. Who heard that word! Japh. The universe, which leap'd To life before it. Ah! smilest thou still in scorn? Turn to thy seraphs: if they attest it not, They are none.
Aho. 'Tis said so.
Aholibamah, own thy God!
Aho. I have ever hail'd our Maker, Samiasa, As thine, and mine: a God of love, not sorrow. Japh. Alas! what else is love but sorrow? Even He who made earth in love had soon to grieve Above its first and best inhabitants.
It is even so.
Enter NOAH and SHEM.
Noah. Japhet! What Dost thou here with these children of the wicked? Dread'st thou not to partake their coming doom?
Japh. Father, it cannot be a sin to seek To save an earth-born being; and behold, These are not of the sinful, since they have The fellowship of angels.
[In the original MS." Michael."-" I return you," says Lord Byron to Mr. Murray," the revise. I have softened the part to which Gifford objected, and changed the name of
But man, and was not made to judge mankind,
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, 't would Be general, not for two, though beautiful; And beautiful they are, but not the less Condemn'd.
Oh, father! say it not.
Japh. Noah. 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! Noah. Thou shouldst for such a thought, but shalt not; he
Who can redeems thee.
Sam. And why him and thee, More than what he, thy son, prefers to both? Noah. Ask him who made thee greater than myself And mine, but not less subject to his own Almightiness. And lo! his mildest and Least to be tempted messenger appears!
Enter RAPHAEL', the Archangel. Raph. Spirits! Whose seat is near the throne, What do ye here?
Is thus a seraph's duty to be shown, Now that the hour is near
When earth must be alone?
Return! Adore and burn
In glorious homage with the elected "seven,”
That earth by angels must be left untrod?
Jehovah's footsteps not disdain her sod!
Michael to Raphael, who was an angel of gentler syinpathies."
— Byron Letters, July 6. 1822.]