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In that drear realm of outer night,
It moved in the restless skies,
That flickers before it dies.
There'the fallén Serdph reight'd supreme!
Amid the utter wasté ;
Son of the Morning! is'it then
For this that thou hast given
As if dominion here could joy
To blasted pride impart;
Of Hell within the heart !
Thither the Evil Angels bear
Their service they evince,
Just as they seized him when he made
The Sorcerer's mandate known,
In that same act and attitude
The fallen Seraph cast on him
A dark disdainful look;
The proffer'd tablets took.
· Ay, .. love !” he cried. “ It serves me well.
There was the Trojan boy, .
And fired the towers of Troy.
“ And when my own Mark Antony
in arms, The cause was,
all for love!
“ Some for ambition sell themselves,
By avarice some are driven;
“ Yes, of all human follies, love,
Methinks, hath served me best;
If Eve had not done the rest.
“Well then, young Amorist, whom lova
Hath brought unto this pass,
Of my servant Abibas.
Thy Master's daughter shall be thine,
And with her sire's consent ;
Than to her own content.
“ Yea, more ;
I give thee with the girl, Thine after-days to bless, Health, wealth, long life, and whatsoe'er
The world calls happiness.
“But, mark me!..on conditions, youth !
No paltering here we know !
Thy hope of Heaven forego ?
“Dost thou renounce thy baptism,
And bind thyself to me,
Through all eternity ?
“ No lurking purpose shall avail, When youth may fail and courage quail,
To cheat me by contrition !
The children of Perdition.
“Remember, I deceive thee not,
Nor have I tempted thee !
And actest knowingly.
For ever pledge thyself to me?
The wilful castaway.
“ A resolute answer,” quoth the Fiend;
66 And now then, Child of Dust,
For I take thee not on trust!”
Swift' as thought a scroll and a reed were brought,
And to Eleëmõn's breast,
Comes forcibly out at a touch ;
A sense no sooner felt than gone,
But with that short feeling then
And fill'd the fatal pen.
And with that pen accurst, he sign'd
The execrable scroll,
His miserable soul.
“Eleëmon, Eleëmon !" then said the Demon,
“ The girl shall be thine,
Till time that tie shall sever;
Look at yon silent dwelling now !
A heavenly sight is there,
Before the Cross in prayer..
She is not loth to leave the world ;
For she hath been taught with joy To think that prayer and praise thenceforth
Will be her life's employ.
And thus her mind hath she inclined,
Her pleasure being still,
To do her Father's will.