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XVII

Scene⁠—Space.

Festus and Lucifer.

Festus

Listen! I hear the harmonies of Heaven,

From sphere to sphere and from the boundless round

Re-echoing bliss to those serenest heights

Where angels sit and strike their emulous harps,

Wreathed round with flowers and diamonded with dew;

Such dew as gemmed the everduring blooms

Of Eden winterless, or as all night

The tree of Life wept from its every leaf

Unwithering. And now methinks I hear

The music of the murmur of the stream

Which through the Bridal City of the Lord

Floweth all life for ever; and the breath

Through the star-shading branches of that Tree

Transplanted now to Heaven, but once on earth,

Whose fruit is for all Beings⁠—breathed of God.

Oh! breathe on me, inspiring spirit-breath!

Oh! flow to me, ye heart-reviving waves;

Freshen the faded soul that droops and dies.

Lucifer

The universe is but the gate of Heaven.

Lo! from this highest orb, the crown of space

And footstool unto Heaven, we can look up

And gain a glimpse of glory unconceived.

Festus

See how yon angels stretch their shining arms,

Wave their star-haunting wings which gleam like glass,

And locks that look like Morning’s when she comes

Triumphant in the East. Is this their joy

O’er some world penitent?

Lucifer

Lo! there it rides;

Blest to discharge on Heaven’s all peaceful shores

Its long accumulated load of life,

Its deathless freight⁠—pilgrims of time and space.

Yon guilty orb of hesitating light

Slow looming, there, on its dark path, goes up

At the forewritten hour, as do all worlds

To God, to judgment; and the earthquake groans

Which rend its adamantine breast forebode

Its agonizing doom.

Festus

And doth not Heaven

Grieve with the lost as gladden with the saved?

Lucifer

How many immortals mourn at the decree

Of righteous wisdom, which alone to them

Is bliss sufficient, being infinite?

Festus

If God hath made all He alone it is

Who hath to answer for all.

Lucifer

He hath made.

To secondary natures it seems just

That justice should be realised, and there

Is one example extant in the skies.

Festus

But wherefore did it not repent in Time?

Lucifer

What unto us is Time, stands before God

Eternity. Repentance is the grief

For and effectual abstinence from sin,

Which secondary natures without God

Cannot, attain to.

Festus

Cloudy and dear by turns

Thy words as Heaven. I know not what to think

Nor how to act.

Lucifer

It is natural; and none

Can aim or hit but as appointed them.

There is but one great sinner, Human nature,

Predict of every world and predicate:

The wicked one, the Enemy of God,

To be destroyed in the eternal fire

Of His wrath, even thus in Deity⁠—

In whom as they begin must all things end.

God loveth only His own spirit, so

All that is base shall perish. From the first

These things were fixed, and are and aye shall be

Consummating, and are revealed as writ

In words always fulfilled and burning truth

Under the buried basements of the skies,

Which after overthrown shall reäppear.

The unenlightened mind sees Deity

In all things, but the spiritual soul

All things in God. Now, ere we higher rise,

Look downwards from this coping of the world;

And know that down to the profoundest depth

Of utter space, where not an atom mars

The void invisible, it were easier far

To cast a line and calculate its rate,

Or pierce all space, nor cross the path of light,

Than fathom man’s dark heart or sound his soul.