Manish, SYLPH, to thy far home,
Labour ber thee, drudging GNOME.

He is but a sorry scholar,

To whom each elemental ruler,

Their acts and attributes essential,

And their influence potential,
And their sympathies auxiliar,
Are not matters quite familiar;
Little knows he, little merits
A dominion over Spirits.

Fiery SALAMANDER, wither
In the red flame's fiery glow!
Rushing, as waves rush together,
WATER-NYMPH, in water flow!

Gleamy SYLPH OF AIR, glance fleeter,
And more bright, than midnight meteor!
Slave of homely drudgery,

Lubber INCUBUS, flee, flee

To the task that waits for thee !
Spirit, that within the beast
Art imprisoned, be releast!
Ringly sway hath SOLOMON
Dver subject spirits won;

Forth! obey the spell and seal
Elemental natures feel!

By Spirits of a different kind,

Is the brute possessed, I find;
Grinning he lies, and mocks the charm.
That has no power to work him harm.
Spectre by a stronger spell
Thy obedience I compel -

Dutcast creature, see the sign
Df the Human and Divine.
Bow before the Uncreated,

Whom the world has seen and hated :
Canst thou read him? Canst thou see?
Dread to hear me name his name,

Through all heaven diffused is he,

Died on earth a death of shame.

Ha! with terror undissembled,

Methinks the brute at last has trembled ;

As behind the stove he lies,

See him swell and see him pant;

And his bristles how they rise

As he rouses, and his size

Large as is the elephant,

Larger yet the room he crowds,-

He will vanish in the clouds.

- Spare the roof in thy retreat,

Lie down at the master's feet.

Thou shalt feel the scorching glow

For the three-times glowing light,

Blaze beyond endurance bright-
Reluctantly must I at length

Speak the spell of greatest strength.

MEPHISTOPHELES

comes forward, as the mist

sinks, in the dress of a travelling scholar, from

behind the stove.

MEPHISTOPHeles.

Why all this uproar? Is there any thing

In my poor power to serve you ?

FAUSTUS.

This then was

The poodle's kernel-travelling scholar-psha!A most strange case of the kind - I cannot but Laugh when I think of it.

MEPHISTOPHELES.

Most learned master,

Your humble servant - you've been broiling me

After a pretty fashion -- sweated me

To the very vengeance. I'm in a fine stew.

Thy name.

FAUSTUS.

MEPHISTOPHeles.

What! ask so frivolous a question? You, who esteem the WORD so very lightly, Manifestations being nothing worth; Who, undeluded by the shows that cheat The gross material eye, would look into Nothing less than the very depth and essence Of beings!

FAUSTUS.

With you, gentlemen, we learn
The nature of the being from the name.
Generally, 'tis a most expressive one :
For instance, one of you is called the GoD
OF FLIES- one the CORRUPTER

What are you now?

MEPHISTOPHeles.

one the LIAR—

A member of that power

Which evermore wills evil, and does good.

FAUSTUS.

What may this riddle mean?

MEPHISTOPHeles.

That evermore deny,

I am the Spirit

and in denying

Evermore am I right" No!" say I," No!"
To all projected or produced - whate'er
Comes into being merits nothing but

Perdition better then that nothing were

Brought into being ; — what you men call sin

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Destruction in short, evil is my province,
My proper element.

World that he is of folly, of himself,

As of a whole, such am not I - I am

Part of a part, which part at first was all,

A part of Darkness who gave birth to Light;
Proud Light, who each day is diminishing
Her mother's rank, confines each day her range,
Yet conquers not, for in the constant strife
Light still must cling to body for existence;