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DRAMATIS PERSONE.

SAMIASA.

AZAZIEL.

RAPHAEL the Archangel.

NOAH and his Sons.

IRAD.

ЈАРНЕТ.

ANAH.

AHOLIBAMAH.

Chorus of Spirits of the Earth.-Chorus of Mortals.

HEAVEN AND EARTH.

PART I.

SCENE I.

A woody and mountainous district near Mount Ararat.

Time, midnight.

Enter ANAH and AHOLIBAMAH.

ANAH. Our father sleeps: it is the hour when they

Who love us are accustomed to descend

Through the deep clouds o'er rocky Ararat :

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Ано. So do I, but not with fear

Of aught save their delay.

ANAH.

I love Azaziel more than

My sister, though

-oh, too much!

What was I going to say? my heart grows impious.

Ано. And where is the impiety of loving

Celestial natures?

ANAH.

But, Aholibamah,

I love our God less since his angel loved me:
This cannot be of good; and though I know not

That I do wrong, I feel a thousand fears

Which are not ominous of right.

Ано.

Then wed thee

Unto some son of clay, and toil and spin!

There's Japhet loves thee well, hath loved thee long; Marry, and bring forth dust!

ANAH.

I should have loved

Azaziel not less were he mortal; yet

I am glad he is not. I can not outlive him.
And when I think that his immortal wings
Will one day hover o'er the sepulchre

Of the poor child of clay which so adored him,
As he adores the Highest, death becomes
Less terrible; but yet I pity him;

His grief will be of ages, or at least

Mine would be such for him, were I the Seraph,

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That he will single forth some other daughter

Of Earth, and love her as he once loved Anah.

ANAH. And if it should be so, and she loved him, Better thus than that he should weep for me.

АнO. If I thought thus of Samiasa's love,

All Seraph as he is, I'd spurn him from me.
But to our invocation! 'Tis the hour.

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Whatever star contain thy glory;
In the eternal depths of heaven
Albeit thou watchest with "the seven,'

Though through space infinite and hoary
Before thy bright wings worlds be driven,

Yet hear!

Oh! think of her who holds thee dear!
And though she nothing is to thee,
Yet think that thou art all to her.

Thou canst not tell,-and never be

* The Archangels, said to be seven in number.

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