From whom we had our being? Look upon Our race; behold their stature and their beauty, Their courage, strength, and length of daysJaph. They are number'd. Aho. Be it so! but while yet their hours enI glory in my brethren and our fathers. [dure, Japh. My sire and race but glory in their God, Anah! and thou?Anah. Whate'er our God decrees, The God of Seth as Cain, I must obey, And will endeavour patiently to obey. But could I dare to pray in his dread hour Of universal vengeance (if such should be), It would not be to live, alone exempt Of all my house. My sister! oh, my sister! What were the world, or other worlds, or all The brightest future, without the sweet pastThy love-my father's-all the life, and all The things which sprang up with me, like the Making my dim existence radiant with [stars, Soft lights which were not mine? Aholibamah Oh! if there should be mercy-seek it, find it : I abhor death, because that thou must die. Aho, What, hath this dreamer, with father's ark, ! his The bugbear he hath built to scare the world, 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. Sam. 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 Aholibamah, own thy God! He who made earth in love had soon to grieve Above its first and best inhabitants. Noah. Woe, woe, woe to such communion! Has not God made a barrier between earth And heaven, and limited each, kind to kind? Sam. Was not man made in high Jehovah's image? I am Did God not love what he had made? And what Aza. Were your immortal mission safety, 'twould 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! And mine, but not less subject to his own Raph Whose seat is near the throne, Is thus a seraph's duty to be shown, Return! Adore and burn, Japhet! What In glorious homage with the elected 'seven.' Noah. 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. Noah. These are they, then, Who leave the throne of God, to take them wives From out the race of Cain; the sons of heaven, Sam. The first and fairest of the sons of God, Jehovah's footsteps not disdain her sod! His frequent mission with delighted pinions: And wherefore speak'st thou of destruction near? They would have seen Jehovah's late decree, And not inquired their Maker's breath of me: But ignorance must ever be The angels, from his further snares exempt: Ye cannot die; Shall pass away, While ye shall fill with shrieks the upper sky Whose memory in your immortality Shall long outlast the sun which gave them day. Think how your essence differeth from theirs And even the spirits' knowledge shall grow less In all but suffering! why partake As they wax proud within; For Blindness is the first-born of Excess. When all good angels left the world, ye stay'd, 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 [die! Let us still walk the stars. True, earth must 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, Without involving ever some vast void In the immortal ranks? immortal still In their immeasurable forfeiture. Our brother Satan fell; his burning will Rather than longer worship dared endure ! But ye who still are pure! Seraphs less mighty than that mightiest one, And think if tempting man can compensate Long have I warr'd, Long must I war With him who deem'd it hard To be created, and to acknowledge him Made him as surs 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! With him, or with his God, is in your choice: He hath not tempted you; he cannot tempt The agony to which they must be heirsBorn to be plough'd with years, and sown with cares, And reap'd by Death, lord of the human so? Even had their days been left to toil, their path. Through time to dust, unshorten'd by God's wrath, Still they are Evil's prey and Sorrow's spoil. I hear the voice which says that all must die, An ocean is prepared, While from below The deep shall rise to meet heaven's overflow. Few shall be spared, It seems; and, of that few, the race of Can Must lift their eyes to Adam's God in vain. Sister! since it is so, And the eternal Lord In vain would be implored For the remission of one hour of woe, 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, I would not keep this life of mine in clay And as your pinions bear ye back to heaven, And if I look up with a tearless eye, 'Tis that an angel's bride disdains to weep, — Farewell! Now rise, inexorable deep! Ah! why? Yet let me not retain thee-fly! My pangs can be but brief; but thine would be Too much already hast thou deign'd Our doom is sorrow: not to us alone, For me. Away! nor weep! [hurl'd 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, Live as he wills it-die, when he ordains, To alter his intent For a mere mortal sorrow. Be a man! Floating upon the azure desert, and Renew not Adam's fall: Mankind were then but twain, Angel! forgive this stripling's fond despair. Raph. Seraphs! these mortals speak in pas Who are, or should be, passionless and pure, May now return with me. Sam. It may not be : We have chosen, and will endure. Raph. Say'st thou ? Japh. Hark, hark! Farewell! Alas! where shall they dwell? 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, He riseth, but his better light is gone; And a black circle, bound His glaring disk around, [shone! Proclaims earth's last of summer days hath Leave to the elements their evil prey! Leave not my Anah to the swallowing tides With them! How darest thou look on that prophetic sky, And seek to save what all things now condemn, In overwhelming unison With just Jehovah's wrath! [path? Japh. Can rage and justice join in the same Noah. Blasphemer ! darest thou murmur even now! Raph. Patriarch, be still a father! smooth thy Thy son, despite his folly, shall not sink : [brow: He knows not what he says, yet shall not drink With sobs the salt foam of the swelling waters : But he, when passion passeth, good as thou, Nor perish like heaven's children with man's daughters. Aho. The tempest cometh; heaven and earth For the annihilation of all life. [unite Unequal is the strife Between our strength and the Eternal Might! Aza. Shall henceforth be but weak: the flaming sword, Enter Mortals, flying for refuge. [God! The heavens and earth are mingling-God! oh The dragon crawls from out his den, I cannot, must not, aid you. 'Tis decreed! their prey, While others, fix'd as rocks, await the word In the sun's place a pale and ghastly glare Japh. They are gone! They have disappear d Of the forsaken world; and never more, Chorus of Mortals. Oh son of Noah! mercy on thy kind! To see him to my bosom clinging so. And roll the waters o'er his placid breath? Or cursed be-with him who made Chorus of Mortals. For prayer !!! When the swoln clouds unto the mountains beri And gushing oceans every barrier rend, Be he who made thee and thy sire! If he hath made earth, let it be his shame. To make a world for torture.-Lo! they cr Aza. Come, Anah ! quit this chaos-founded Ere Eve gave Adam knowledge for her d Their summer blossoms by the surges lopp Vainly we look up to the lowering skies- And shut out God from our beseeching eyes And view, all floating o'er the element, 7. corpses of the world of thy young days: Then to Jehovah raise Thy song of praise ! A Mortal. Blessed are the dead Who die in the Lord! And though the waters be o'er earth outspread, Be the decree adored! Ar though these eyes should be for ever shut, Still blessed be the Lord, For that which is : From first to last Te-space-eternity-life-death The vast known and immeasurable unknown. He made, and can unmake; Ard shall, 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; now their torrents rush, with double roar, WERNER; OR, THE INHERITANCE: A TRAGEDY. 1822. ΤΟ THE ILLUSTRIOUS GOETHE, BY ONE OF HIS HUMBLEST ADMIRERS, THIS TRAGEDY IS DEDICATED. PREFACE. THE following drama is taken entirely from the 'German's Tale, Kruitzner,' published many ago in Lee's Canterbury Tales, written (I believe) by two sisters, of whom one furnished as story and another, both of which are considered superior to the remainder of the collec1 I have adopted the characters, plan, and even the language of many parts of this story. ne of the characters are modified or altered, a few of the names changed, and one character of Stratenheim) added by myself; but in the rest the original is chiefly followed. When I joung (about fourteen, I think) I first read this tale, which made a deep impression upon |