ARGUMENT ΤΟ BOOK V. Conversation of Thirza and Mehala―They meet Adam, bearing the lifeless Body of his Son-Their Grief and Lamentations-Josiah and Eliel, the Children of Cain-Interment of the Corpse-Adam's Prayer on the Occasion-Horror and Remorse of CainNocturnal Visit of Thirza to the Grave of AbelCain over-hears her Lamentations-He visits his Wife and Children with the Intention of leaving them for ever-Mehala resolves to accompany him in his Flight. BOOK V. THIRZA had now awaked from unquiet slumbers, and sprung with secret anxiety from her couch of skins. So springs the affrighted wanderer, reposing his wearied limbs beneath the over-arching rock, when a terrific dream, inspired by his guardian-angel, represents the craggy mass descending over his head; horror urges his steps, the rock falls; he seeks the companion of his toilsome journey, ignorant that he is entombed beneath the ponderous ruin. "What horrid images," she exclaimed, "have haunted my dreams! gloomy phantoms Thirza's Mind oppressed with unusual Terrors. lovely light, thou hast chased them from my brow. Welcome, ye flowers, my pleasing charge, your mingled morning odours shall refresh my harrassed senses! And you, ye gay inhabitants of the air, how joyfully ye warble your morning strains! My voice shall mingle with your melody; my praises and thanksgivings shall ascend together with those of all renovated nature; praise, O my soul! thy Creator and Preserver: him whose ever-wakeful Providence guards us when wrapped in the sable mantle of night and slumber. Oh!-to thee ascend my praises and thanksgivings together with those of all renovated nature!" She had now left the hut and walked among the new-born flowers, while the morning. zephyrs robbed them of their early sweets. "But still," she continued, "anxiety oppresses my bosom, my heart still throbs! Whence this unusual, this nameless solicitude; gloomy as the clouds, when like mountains they overcast the horizon, when the voice of joy is silent, and the awe-struck earth awaits the coming tempest. Where art thou, Abel! my brother, my other self! Pursued by gloomy anxiety, |