The Works of Lord Byron. Vol. 5: PoetryByron, George Gordon Byron, Baron
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The Works of Lord Byron. Vol. 5: Poetry
Byron, George Gordon Byron, Baron
English drama; English poetry
_Cain_. Of that I doubt; 160
But bless him ne'er the less.
_Adah_. Our brother comes.
_Cain_. Thy brother Abel.
_Enter_ ABEL.
_Abel_. Welcome, Cain! My brother,
The peace of God be on thee!
_Cain_. Abel, hail!
_Abel_. Our sister tells me that thou hast been wandering,
In high communion with a Spirit, far
Beyond our wonted range. Was he of those
We have seen and spoken with, like to our father?
_Cain_. No.
_Abel_. Why then commune with him? he may be
A foe to the Most High.
_Cain_. And friend to man.
Has the Most High been so--if so you term him? 170
_Abel_. _Term him!_ your words are strange to-day, my brother.
My sister Adah, leave us for awhile--
We mean to sacrifice[129].
_Adah_. Farewell, my Cain;
But first embrace thy son. May his soft spirit,
And Abel's pious ministry, recall thee
To peace and holiness! [_Exit_ ADAH, _with her child_.
_Abel_. Where hast thou been?
_Cain_. I know not.
_Abel_. Nor what thou hast seen?
_Cain_. The dead--
The Immortal--the Unbounded--the Omnipotent--
The overpowering mysteries of space--
The innumerable worlds that were and are-- 180
A whirlwind of such overwhelming things,
Suns, moons, and earths, upon their loud-voiced spheres
Singing in thunder round me, as have made me
Unfit for mortal converse: leave me, Abel.
_Abel_. Thine eyes are flashing with unnatural light--
Thy cheek is flushed with an unnatural hue--
Thy words are fraught with an unnatural sound--
What may this mean?
_Cain_. It means--I pray thee, leave me.
_Abel_. Not till we have prayed and sacrificed together.
_Cain_. Abel, I pray thee, sacrifice alone-- 190
Jehovah loves thee well.
_Abel_. _Both_ well, I hope.
_Cain_. But thee the better: I care not for that;
Thou art fitter for his worship than I am;
Revere him, then--but let it be alone--
At least, without me.
_Abel_. Brother, I should ill
Deserve the name of our great father's son,
If, as my elder, I revered thee not,
And in the worship of our God, called not
On thee to join me, and precede me in
Our priesthood--'tis thy place.
_Cain_. But I have ne'er 200
Asserted it.
_Abel_. The more my grief; I pray thee
To do so now: thy soul seems labouring in
Some strong delusion; it will calm thee.
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