XXXIII

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XXXIII

Scene⁠—Hades.

Archangel, Festus, Death, Lucifer.

Festus

Almighty God! sustain me. This is Death;⁠—

And this⁠—I knew not, angel! he was here⁠—

Is Lucifer⁠—the fallen, like a bolt

Of thunder forged in intramundane air,

Self-buried in the centre. Lucifer!

Wake from thy sealike sleep; in peace or wrath,

Rouse from thine age-long trance; arise and see;

The representatives of earth and Heaven

Stand by thee. As for me, I blame no more

The part thou tookest in my mortal life;

’Tis gone⁠—nor spurn thee for delusions dead.

The blood that hath been spilled is sunk in earth,

And run into the rivers, and dried up

Into the air;⁠—and there’s an end of it.

What good hath come of it alone I bear

At heart. And we have both offended God.

Let me, though not in nature to forget,

Forgive, what every one hath sometime felt⁠—

The Devil’s burning gripe upon his heart.

I see thee with compassion, half with hope.

Lucifer

Mortal! I bow to thee, arid would do to

The least and lowest spirit God hath made:

But still the curse that I am cursed with

Outlasts the elements⁠—outlives all time.

Festus

All curses cease with time; all ill, all woe.

Blessings star forth for ever; but a curse

Is like a cloud⁠—it passes.

Lucifer

’Twas by him⁠—

Yon angel, only not almighty, there!

As with a chain of mountains I was bound

And hurled into this unformed nebulous life;

Stripped of all might when mightiest, struck down

While triumphing the loftiest⁠—enslaved

When most a monarch o’er both earth and hell,

And made a shadow among shadows here.

It recks not. Let the impenetrable soul

Be ground as through a mill, I only know

In action or inaction equal woe⁠—

Suffering, doing, being, one extreme.

Pass on! we meet again!

Festus

And when we do,

May God forgive, as I!⁠—

Archangel

Behold there, Death!

Throned on his tomb⁠—entombed in his throne;

Just as he ceased he rests for aye⁠—his scythe,

Still wet out of its bloody swathe, one hand

Tottering sustains; the other strikes the cold

Drops from his bony brow: his mouldy breath

Tainteth all air.

Festus

I dread him now no more,

Not hate. He is a vanquished enemy.

Archangel

Listen! he speaks.

Death

To you, ye sons of God,

My latest words I utter. Unto him

Who ever lives, and hath for aye destroyed

Me and my reign, give ye this crown usurped,

And lay it at His feet; and this dulled dart

Which was my sceptre. To the conqueror

Belong these trophies. All the progeny

Of time will soon cease. Lo! the end’s at hand.

Archangel

Thus shall it be, O Death! and thus it is.

Festus

And who are these gigantic awful shades

Which fill the midst⁠—the present of the place?

Archangel

These are the mighty nothings man of old

Made; the dread unrealities by whom

He swore, to whom he prayed, and at whose shrines

He sacrificed a thousand times a day:⁠—

His brother falsehoods these, men like himself,

Which mere imagination changed to gods,

Some for their good deeds, others for their bad:

Bel, Odin, Bramh and Zeus, the Lords of death

And fire, and judgment, waiting here their death

And fiery judgment⁠—Time and Titan⁠—war⁠—

Beauty, and strength, and Light, and the long roll

Of creatural powers and passions Deified;⁠—

Who gave their names to stars which still roam round

The skies, all worshipless, even from climes

Where their own altars once topped every hill.

Jove

Before the Christian cross and Muslim mosque

My marble fanes have fallen, and my shrines

Shrunk like a withered hand ages ago.

But now all signs and sacred domes for gods

To dwell in are extinct. The world is all

One Temple of the Truth.

Bramh

The ages feigned

That made Time groan to think how old he was,

And Deities in millions are no more.

Ageless eternity and God the sole,

The royalty of Heaven, is at hand.

Boodh

All things that are shall nothing be at last,

Save what’s resolvable in Deity.

Festus

And all these lesser shades, which move like moons,

Half-darkened by the greater⁠—half-illumed⁠—

Are priests and prophets of the mightier ones?

Archangel

They are;⁠—and further round thine eye can mark,

The myriads of adorers of each god,

Confused and prostrate, as their souls awake

To the demoniac madness of their creeds.

Behold! they kneel to those they hailed on earth

As makers⁠—as omnipotent⁠—eterne⁠—

And cry for help, for comfort; none have they

To give to others or themselves. The false,

The base, the brutish Deities give way,

And all their sacred follies in their train,

Before the earthquake truth, engulphing all.

Woe to the false gods, woe! to prophet, priest,

And worshipper, all woe!

Festus

Hark! round the earth

Each soul hath found a tongue and uttereth woe.

Lo! from their thrones the man-made gods descend,

And rend their robes and trample on their crowns,

And hurl away their sceptres. Woe to all

The gods and idols of the heart of man!

Their sun is set for ever in the night

Which was ere Light was. Surely it is more

To be true man or woman than false god

And falser prophet. God alone the true,

The God of Heaven, shall be witnessed to

And worshipped.

Archangel

Witnessed, worshipped, too,

By all: the faithful and the faithless⁠—saint

And sinner.

Festus

Lo! the nations of the dead,

Which do outnumber all earth races, rise,

And high in sumless myriads over head

Sweep past us in a cloud, as ’twere the skirts

Of the Eternal passing.

A Voice

Souls, arise

To deathless life!

Archangel

’Tis God speaks. Let us hence.

The general judgment is in hand⁠—God’s hand.

The souls of those whom God loves circle us.

For thee, thy lot thou knowest. As a seed

Buried in earth doth multiply itself

Full fifty fold, so will thy nature when

Changed, it lifts head in the air divine of Heaven.

Festus

Out of the depths of earth and the world’s womb

Thine unborn angels seek thee, God, all Love!

Now is Thine hour for which all hours were made,

All life created, all things else ordained;

Be it the hour of mercy, Lord! to all,

For Thy Son’s sake, who, for the sake of man,

Came down from Heaven into the pit of earth,

And lived as one of us and died;⁠—He died

The death of all at once of every age;

The world’s accumulated weight of woe,

From its first life unto its last, which none

But the Omnipotent could bear⁠—He bore;

And all for us. God became man that man

Might become God. Oh, favour infinite!

Now reap the righteous, righteous but in Him

Any, their guerdon. Evil to repay

With good was Christs command, and earth with Heaven

Is thus the great example of His word.

Enough for sinners this, for all which live.

Do Thou, Lord! be with us. In Thee we live;

Our treasure, trust and triumph is in Thee.

Behold the day of our salvation come

Unto the countless all Thou hast redeemed!

The ages sweep around me with their wings

Like angered eagles cheated of their prey,

The ages of all time: the glowing Heavens

Are rushing to receive us. Oh, rejoice

All ye that are immortal⁠—and whate’er

Hath been predestined to eternal end,

The day determined ere all time was dawns!