The Surface
SCENE — The Surface .
Lucifer and F ESTUS .
Lucifer . Wilt ride?
F ESTUS . I'll have an hour's ride.
Lucifer . Be mine the steeds! be me the guide
Come hither, come hither,
My brave black steed!
And thou, too, his fellow,
Hither with speed!
Though not so fleet
As the steeds of Death,
Your feet are as sure,
Ye have longer breath.
Ye have drawn the world
Without wind or bait,
Six thousand years,
And it waxeth late
So take me this once,
And again to my home,
And rest ye and feast ye.
They come, they come.
F ESTUS . Tossing their manes like
Pitchy surge; and lashing
Their tails into a
Tempest; their eyes flashing,
Like shooting thunderbolts.
Lucifer . Come, know your masters, colts!
Up, and away!
F ESTUS . Hurrah! hurrah!
The noblest pace the world e'er saw.
I swear by Heaven we'll beat the sun,
In the longest heat that ever was run;
If we keep it up as we have begun.
Lucifer . I told thee my steeds
Were a gallant pair.
F ESTUS . And they were not thine,
They might be divine.
Lucifer . Thine is named Ruin;
And Darkness mine.
F ESTUS . Like all of thy deeds.
Now that's unfair.
Lucifer . A civiller and gentler beast
Thou hast never crossed at least.
Now, look around!
F ESTUS . Why, this is France.
Nature is here like a living romance.
Look at its vines and streams and skies,
Its glancing feet and dancing eyes!
Lucifer . 'Tis a strange nation, light yet strong:
Fierce of heart and blithe of tongue;
Prone to change; so fond of blood
She wounds herself to quaff her own.
F ESTUS . Oh! it's a brave and lovely land;
And well deserving every good
Which others wish themselves alone,
Could she but herself command.
Lucifer . On! on! no more delay!
Or we'll not ride round
The world all day.
F ESTUS . Good horse, get off the ground!
Lucifer . Sit firm; and if our horses please,
We will take at once the Pyrenees.
'T was bravely leapt!
F ESTUS . Ay, this is Spain:
Europe's last land
'T will e'er remain;
Last in the progress of the earth;
The last in liberty;
The last in wealth and worth;
The last in bigotry.
Lucifer . Turn thy steed, and slacken rein;
Quick! we must be back again:
O'er the vale hid in the mountain,
O'er the merry forest fountain;
Ruin and Darkness! we must fly
O'er crag and rift,
Swift — swift — swift
As the glance of an eye.
F ESTUS . That is Italy — the grave
And resurrection of the slave.
Lucifer . And there lies Greece, whose soul
Men say hath fled.
F ESTUS . Perhaps some God may come,
And raise the dead.
Lucifer . Norward now we'll hold our course.
Thine I think is the bolder horse;
But bear him up with a harder hand!
Rough riding this o'er Swisserland.
F ESTUS . So all have found it who have tried;
High as their Alps the people's pride,
Never to have bowed before
The tyrant or the conqueror.
Lucifer . Away, away! before thee lie
The fields and floods of Germany.
F ESTUS . Well I love thee, Father-land!
Sire of Europe, as thou art!
Be free! and crouch no more, but stand!
Thy noblest son will take thy part.
Oh! sooner let the mountains bend
Beneath the clouds, when tempests lour,
Than nations stoop their sky compeering heads
In homage to some petty despot's power!
The worm which suffers mincing into parts,
May sprout forth heads and tails, but grows no hearts.
Lucifer . There lies Austria! Famous land
For fiddlesticks and sword-in-hand.
F ESTUS . And Poland, whom truly unhappy we call.
Unworthy to rise — unwilling to fall.
Forge into swords thy feudal chain!
Smite e'en the souls of foes in twain!
The fetters have been bound in vain
Round England's arms: and we are free
As the souls of our sires in Heaven which be.
That earth should have so few
Men, Fathers, like to you!
Lucifer . What matter who be free or slaves;
For all there is one tyranny, the grave's;
Or freedom, may be. On! on! haste!
F ESTUS . What land is yonder wide, white waste?
Lucifer . Ha! 't is Russia's gentle realm:
Whose sceptre is the sword — whose crown, the helm.
F ESTUS . I swear by every atom which exists,
I better love this reckless ride
O'er hill and forest, lake and river wide;
O'er sunlit plain and through the mountain mists,
Than aught which thou hast given beside.
Lucifer . See what a long, long track
Of dust and fire behind,
For miles and miles aback!
And shrill and strong,
As we shoot along,
Whistles and whirrs,
Like a forest of firs
Falling, the cold north wind.
F ESTUS . Look! my way I can only read
By the sparks from the hoof of my giant steed
Lucifer . Where art thou now?
F ESTUS . In Tartar land;
I know by the deserts of salt and sand.
Nor aim nor end hath a wandering life;
Rest reaps but rest, and strife but strife.
With the nations round
They ne'er have mixed;
For good or ill
They stand all still;
Their bodies but rove,
Their minds are fixed.
And yonder lies old China's wall,
Where gods of gold do men enthrall;
Gods whose gold's their only worth.
Lucifer . Well, is not gold the god of earth?
Now southward, hey! for Hindostan I
The sun beats down both beast and man.
Insect and herb for life do gasp;
The river reeks and faints the asp.
F ESTUS . But blithe are we,
And our steeds, I trow;
And the mane of mine
Yet bears the snow
Which fell on us
By Caucasus.
By the four beasts! but this is warm.
Lucifer . Away! away!
Nor stint nor stay;
We'll reach the sea before yon storm.
F ESTUS . Wilt take the sea?
Lucifer . Ay, that will we!
And swim as we ride,
Our steeds astride;
Come leap, leap off with me!
F ESTUS . What? shall we leap
Sheer off this steep,
A mile the sea above?
Lucifer . Leap as to save
From worse than a grave
The maid thou most dost love!
F ESTUS . There is a rapture in the headlong leap,
The wedgelike cleaving of the closing deep!
A feeling full of hardihood and power
With which we court the waters that devour.
Oh! 't is a feeling great, sublime, supreme,
Like the ecstatic influence of a dream,
To speed one's way thus o'er the sliding plain;
And make a kindred being with the main.
Lucifer . By Chaos! this is gallant sport;
A league at every breath;
Methinks if I ever have to die,
I'll ride this rate to death.
F ESTUS . Away, away upon the whitening tide,
Like lover hastening to embrace his bride,
We hurry faster than the foam we ride.
Dashing aside the waves which round us cling,
With strength like that which lifts an eagle's wing
Where the stars dazzle and the angels sing.
Lucifer . We scatter the spray,
And break through the billows,
As the wind makes way
Through the leaves of willows!
F ESTUS . In vain they urge their armies to the fight:
Their surge-crests crumble 'neath our stroke of might.
We meet and fear not; mount — now rise, now fall —
And dare, with full-nerved arm, the rage of all.
Through anger-swollen wave or sparkling spray,
Nothing it recks; we hold our perilous way
Right onward! till we feel the whirling brain
Ring with the maddening music of the main;
Till the fixed eyeball strives and strains to ken,
Yet loathes to see the shore and haunts of men;
And the blood, half starting through each ridgy vein,
In the unwieldly hand sets black with pain.
Then let the tempest cloud on cloud come spread,
And tear the stormy terrors of his head;
Let the wild sea-bird wheel around my brow,
And shriek — and swoop — and flap her wing as now!
It gladdens! on! ye boisterous billows, roll!
And keep my body; ye have ta'en my soul.
Thou element! the type which God hath given,
For eyes and hearts too earthy, of His Heaven!
Were Heaven a mockery, I would never mourn
While o'er thy bosom I might still be borne;
While yet to me the power and joy was given
To fling my breast on thine, and mingle earth with Heaven.
Lucifer . See yonder! now we quit the main;
For here's the Cape, here's land again, —
And scour we must o'er Afric's plain.
F ESTUS . Away! away! on either hand
Nor town nor tower,
Nor shade nor shower —
Nothing but sun and sand.
Lucifer . See, there they are! I knew, right soon,
We would light on the mountains of the moon.
Over them! over, nought forbids!
F ESTUS . Yonder the Nile and the Pyramids?
Hurrah! by my soul!
At every bound
I see, I feel
The earth rush round.
I see the mountains slide away —
That side night and this side day.
Lucifer . Shall we go to America?
F ESTUS . Why, have we time?
Lucifer . Oh, plenty;
Be there, too, ere we reckon twenty.
Another run, another bound!
And we shall leave this lion ground.
F ESTUS . The sea again! the swift bright sea
Lucifer . Hold hard, and follow me!
Well, now we have travelled upon the waves,
Wilt travel a time beneath?
And visit the sea-born in their caves;
And look on the rainbow-tinted wreath
Of weeds, beset with pearls, wherewith
The mermaid binds her long green hair,
Or rouse the sea-snake from his lair?
F ESTUS . Ay, ay! down let us dive!
Lucifer . Look up! we lack not stars;
And every star thou seest's alive:
A little globe of life — light — love,
Whose every atom is a living being;
Each the other's bosom seeing,
Each enlightening the other.
F ESTUS . Oh! how unlike the world above,
Where each doth mainly, vainly strive
To dim or to outshine his brother!
Lucifer . Come on! come on!
F ESTUS . Are those bright spars,
Or eyes of things which ne'er forgive,
That seem to play on us, and glare
With rage that we so far should dare
To search the hidden deeps,
Where tide, the moonslave, sleeps?
Where the wind breathes not, and the wave
Walks softly as above a grave; —
Where coral worms, in countless nations,
Build rocks up from the sea's foundations; —
Where the islands strike their roots
Far from the old mainland;
And spring like desert-fruits,
Shook off by God's strong hand,
Up from their bed of sand.
Look, listen! there is music in the cave,
Where ocean sleeps, and brightness in the wave
The sea-bird makes its pillow, and the star,
Last born of Heaven, its azure mirror; — far
And wide, the pale, fine, fire of ocean flows,
Softly sublime like lightnings in repose —
Till roused, anon, afar its flaming spray it throws.
Lucifer . There! now we stand
On the world's-end-land!
Over the hills
Away we go!
Through fire, and snow,
And rivers, whereto
All others are rills.
F ESTUS . Through the lands of silver,
The lands of gold;
Through lands untrodden,
And lands untold.
Lucifer . By strait and bay
We must away;
Through swamp, and plain,
And hurricane;
F ESTUS . And that dark cloud of slaves
Which yet may rise; —
Though nought shall blot the bannered stars
From Freedom's skies.
America! half-brother of the world!
With something good and bad of every land;
Greater than thee have lost their seat —
Greater scarce none can stand.
Thy flag now flouts the skies,
The highest under Heaven;
Save the red cross, whereto are given
All victories.
Lucifer . Our horses snort and snuff the sea,
And pant for where we ought to be.
F ESTUS . Well, here we are! and as we flew in,
I said, let Darkness follow Ruin!
Lucifer . 'T was right. Spur on! Come, Darkness, come!
Think of thy well-strown stall!
F ESTUS . For me, I care not what's to come,
Nor for the fate by which I fall;
But I would that I were Ocean's son,
The solitary brave,
Like yon sea-snake, to climb upon
The crest of the bounding wave.
Oh! happy, if at last I lie
Within some pearled and coral cave;
While over head the booming surge
And moaning billow shall chaunt my dirge;
And the storm-blast, as it sweepeth by,
Shall, answering, howl to the mermaid's sigh,
And the night-wind's mournful minstrelsy,
Their requiem over my grave.
Lucifer . Through morn and midnight, sunsel and high noon,
One hour hath ta'en us; — o'er all land and sea,
O'er opening earthquake and iceberg, have we
Swept in swift safety. 'T will be over, soon.
Behold the common, narrow sea,
Which, like a strong man's arm,
Keeps back two foes whose lips are white,
Whose hearts with rage are warm.
F ESTUS . England! my country, great and free!
Heart of the world, I leap to thee!
How shall my country fight
When her foes rise against her,
But with thine arm, O Sea!
The arm which thou lent'st her?
Where shall my country be buried
When she shall die?
Earth is too scant for her grave:
Where shall she lie?
She hath brethren more than a hundred,
And they all want room;
They may die and may lie where they live —
They shall not mix with her doom.
Where but within thine arms,
O sea, O sea?
Wherein she hath lived and gloried,
Let her rest be!
We will rise and will say to the sea,
Flow over her!
We will cry to the depths of the deep,
Cover her!
The world hath drawn his sword,
And his red shield drips before him: —
But, my country, rise!
Thou canst never die
While a foe hath life to fly;
Rise land, and gore him!
Lucifer . Now get on land, and hie along
O'er forest, copse, and glade;
We have but a league or two more to go
Before our journey's made;
With speed that flings the sun into the shade!
F ESTUS . See the gold sunshine patching,
And streaming and streaking across
The gray-green oaks; and catching,
By its soft brown beard, the moss.
Lucifer . Ah! here we get an open plain:
Here we'll get down.
Away, good steeds! be off again!
F ESTUS . We must be near to Town.
I am bound to thee for ever
By the pleasure of this day;
Henceforth we will never sever,
Come what come may.
Lucifer and F ESTUS .
Lucifer . Wilt ride?
F ESTUS . I'll have an hour's ride.
Lucifer . Be mine the steeds! be me the guide
Come hither, come hither,
My brave black steed!
And thou, too, his fellow,
Hither with speed!
Though not so fleet
As the steeds of Death,
Your feet are as sure,
Ye have longer breath.
Ye have drawn the world
Without wind or bait,
Six thousand years,
And it waxeth late
So take me this once,
And again to my home,
And rest ye and feast ye.
They come, they come.
F ESTUS . Tossing their manes like
Pitchy surge; and lashing
Their tails into a
Tempest; their eyes flashing,
Like shooting thunderbolts.
Lucifer . Come, know your masters, colts!
Up, and away!
F ESTUS . Hurrah! hurrah!
The noblest pace the world e'er saw.
I swear by Heaven we'll beat the sun,
In the longest heat that ever was run;
If we keep it up as we have begun.
Lucifer . I told thee my steeds
Were a gallant pair.
F ESTUS . And they were not thine,
They might be divine.
Lucifer . Thine is named Ruin;
And Darkness mine.
F ESTUS . Like all of thy deeds.
Now that's unfair.
Lucifer . A civiller and gentler beast
Thou hast never crossed at least.
Now, look around!
F ESTUS . Why, this is France.
Nature is here like a living romance.
Look at its vines and streams and skies,
Its glancing feet and dancing eyes!
Lucifer . 'Tis a strange nation, light yet strong:
Fierce of heart and blithe of tongue;
Prone to change; so fond of blood
She wounds herself to quaff her own.
F ESTUS . Oh! it's a brave and lovely land;
And well deserving every good
Which others wish themselves alone,
Could she but herself command.
Lucifer . On! on! no more delay!
Or we'll not ride round
The world all day.
F ESTUS . Good horse, get off the ground!
Lucifer . Sit firm; and if our horses please,
We will take at once the Pyrenees.
'T was bravely leapt!
F ESTUS . Ay, this is Spain:
Europe's last land
'T will e'er remain;
Last in the progress of the earth;
The last in liberty;
The last in wealth and worth;
The last in bigotry.
Lucifer . Turn thy steed, and slacken rein;
Quick! we must be back again:
O'er the vale hid in the mountain,
O'er the merry forest fountain;
Ruin and Darkness! we must fly
O'er crag and rift,
Swift — swift — swift
As the glance of an eye.
F ESTUS . That is Italy — the grave
And resurrection of the slave.
Lucifer . And there lies Greece, whose soul
Men say hath fled.
F ESTUS . Perhaps some God may come,
And raise the dead.
Lucifer . Norward now we'll hold our course.
Thine I think is the bolder horse;
But bear him up with a harder hand!
Rough riding this o'er Swisserland.
F ESTUS . So all have found it who have tried;
High as their Alps the people's pride,
Never to have bowed before
The tyrant or the conqueror.
Lucifer . Away, away! before thee lie
The fields and floods of Germany.
F ESTUS . Well I love thee, Father-land!
Sire of Europe, as thou art!
Be free! and crouch no more, but stand!
Thy noblest son will take thy part.
Oh! sooner let the mountains bend
Beneath the clouds, when tempests lour,
Than nations stoop their sky compeering heads
In homage to some petty despot's power!
The worm which suffers mincing into parts,
May sprout forth heads and tails, but grows no hearts.
Lucifer . There lies Austria! Famous land
For fiddlesticks and sword-in-hand.
F ESTUS . And Poland, whom truly unhappy we call.
Unworthy to rise — unwilling to fall.
Forge into swords thy feudal chain!
Smite e'en the souls of foes in twain!
The fetters have been bound in vain
Round England's arms: and we are free
As the souls of our sires in Heaven which be.
That earth should have so few
Men, Fathers, like to you!
Lucifer . What matter who be free or slaves;
For all there is one tyranny, the grave's;
Or freedom, may be. On! on! haste!
F ESTUS . What land is yonder wide, white waste?
Lucifer . Ha! 't is Russia's gentle realm:
Whose sceptre is the sword — whose crown, the helm.
F ESTUS . I swear by every atom which exists,
I better love this reckless ride
O'er hill and forest, lake and river wide;
O'er sunlit plain and through the mountain mists,
Than aught which thou hast given beside.
Lucifer . See what a long, long track
Of dust and fire behind,
For miles and miles aback!
And shrill and strong,
As we shoot along,
Whistles and whirrs,
Like a forest of firs
Falling, the cold north wind.
F ESTUS . Look! my way I can only read
By the sparks from the hoof of my giant steed
Lucifer . Where art thou now?
F ESTUS . In Tartar land;
I know by the deserts of salt and sand.
Nor aim nor end hath a wandering life;
Rest reaps but rest, and strife but strife.
With the nations round
They ne'er have mixed;
For good or ill
They stand all still;
Their bodies but rove,
Their minds are fixed.
And yonder lies old China's wall,
Where gods of gold do men enthrall;
Gods whose gold's their only worth.
Lucifer . Well, is not gold the god of earth?
Now southward, hey! for Hindostan I
The sun beats down both beast and man.
Insect and herb for life do gasp;
The river reeks and faints the asp.
F ESTUS . But blithe are we,
And our steeds, I trow;
And the mane of mine
Yet bears the snow
Which fell on us
By Caucasus.
By the four beasts! but this is warm.
Lucifer . Away! away!
Nor stint nor stay;
We'll reach the sea before yon storm.
F ESTUS . Wilt take the sea?
Lucifer . Ay, that will we!
And swim as we ride,
Our steeds astride;
Come leap, leap off with me!
F ESTUS . What? shall we leap
Sheer off this steep,
A mile the sea above?
Lucifer . Leap as to save
From worse than a grave
The maid thou most dost love!
F ESTUS . There is a rapture in the headlong leap,
The wedgelike cleaving of the closing deep!
A feeling full of hardihood and power
With which we court the waters that devour.
Oh! 't is a feeling great, sublime, supreme,
Like the ecstatic influence of a dream,
To speed one's way thus o'er the sliding plain;
And make a kindred being with the main.
Lucifer . By Chaos! this is gallant sport;
A league at every breath;
Methinks if I ever have to die,
I'll ride this rate to death.
F ESTUS . Away, away upon the whitening tide,
Like lover hastening to embrace his bride,
We hurry faster than the foam we ride.
Dashing aside the waves which round us cling,
With strength like that which lifts an eagle's wing
Where the stars dazzle and the angels sing.
Lucifer . We scatter the spray,
And break through the billows,
As the wind makes way
Through the leaves of willows!
F ESTUS . In vain they urge their armies to the fight:
Their surge-crests crumble 'neath our stroke of might.
We meet and fear not; mount — now rise, now fall —
And dare, with full-nerved arm, the rage of all.
Through anger-swollen wave or sparkling spray,
Nothing it recks; we hold our perilous way
Right onward! till we feel the whirling brain
Ring with the maddening music of the main;
Till the fixed eyeball strives and strains to ken,
Yet loathes to see the shore and haunts of men;
And the blood, half starting through each ridgy vein,
In the unwieldly hand sets black with pain.
Then let the tempest cloud on cloud come spread,
And tear the stormy terrors of his head;
Let the wild sea-bird wheel around my brow,
And shriek — and swoop — and flap her wing as now!
It gladdens! on! ye boisterous billows, roll!
And keep my body; ye have ta'en my soul.
Thou element! the type which God hath given,
For eyes and hearts too earthy, of His Heaven!
Were Heaven a mockery, I would never mourn
While o'er thy bosom I might still be borne;
While yet to me the power and joy was given
To fling my breast on thine, and mingle earth with Heaven.
Lucifer . See yonder! now we quit the main;
For here's the Cape, here's land again, —
And scour we must o'er Afric's plain.
F ESTUS . Away! away! on either hand
Nor town nor tower,
Nor shade nor shower —
Nothing but sun and sand.
Lucifer . See, there they are! I knew, right soon,
We would light on the mountains of the moon.
Over them! over, nought forbids!
F ESTUS . Yonder the Nile and the Pyramids?
Hurrah! by my soul!
At every bound
I see, I feel
The earth rush round.
I see the mountains slide away —
That side night and this side day.
Lucifer . Shall we go to America?
F ESTUS . Why, have we time?
Lucifer . Oh, plenty;
Be there, too, ere we reckon twenty.
Another run, another bound!
And we shall leave this lion ground.
F ESTUS . The sea again! the swift bright sea
Lucifer . Hold hard, and follow me!
Well, now we have travelled upon the waves,
Wilt travel a time beneath?
And visit the sea-born in their caves;
And look on the rainbow-tinted wreath
Of weeds, beset with pearls, wherewith
The mermaid binds her long green hair,
Or rouse the sea-snake from his lair?
F ESTUS . Ay, ay! down let us dive!
Lucifer . Look up! we lack not stars;
And every star thou seest's alive:
A little globe of life — light — love,
Whose every atom is a living being;
Each the other's bosom seeing,
Each enlightening the other.
F ESTUS . Oh! how unlike the world above,
Where each doth mainly, vainly strive
To dim or to outshine his brother!
Lucifer . Come on! come on!
F ESTUS . Are those bright spars,
Or eyes of things which ne'er forgive,
That seem to play on us, and glare
With rage that we so far should dare
To search the hidden deeps,
Where tide, the moonslave, sleeps?
Where the wind breathes not, and the wave
Walks softly as above a grave; —
Where coral worms, in countless nations,
Build rocks up from the sea's foundations; —
Where the islands strike their roots
Far from the old mainland;
And spring like desert-fruits,
Shook off by God's strong hand,
Up from their bed of sand.
Look, listen! there is music in the cave,
Where ocean sleeps, and brightness in the wave
The sea-bird makes its pillow, and the star,
Last born of Heaven, its azure mirror; — far
And wide, the pale, fine, fire of ocean flows,
Softly sublime like lightnings in repose —
Till roused, anon, afar its flaming spray it throws.
Lucifer . There! now we stand
On the world's-end-land!
Over the hills
Away we go!
Through fire, and snow,
And rivers, whereto
All others are rills.
F ESTUS . Through the lands of silver,
The lands of gold;
Through lands untrodden,
And lands untold.
Lucifer . By strait and bay
We must away;
Through swamp, and plain,
And hurricane;
F ESTUS . And that dark cloud of slaves
Which yet may rise; —
Though nought shall blot the bannered stars
From Freedom's skies.
America! half-brother of the world!
With something good and bad of every land;
Greater than thee have lost their seat —
Greater scarce none can stand.
Thy flag now flouts the skies,
The highest under Heaven;
Save the red cross, whereto are given
All victories.
Lucifer . Our horses snort and snuff the sea,
And pant for where we ought to be.
F ESTUS . Well, here we are! and as we flew in,
I said, let Darkness follow Ruin!
Lucifer . 'T was right. Spur on! Come, Darkness, come!
Think of thy well-strown stall!
F ESTUS . For me, I care not what's to come,
Nor for the fate by which I fall;
But I would that I were Ocean's son,
The solitary brave,
Like yon sea-snake, to climb upon
The crest of the bounding wave.
Oh! happy, if at last I lie
Within some pearled and coral cave;
While over head the booming surge
And moaning billow shall chaunt my dirge;
And the storm-blast, as it sweepeth by,
Shall, answering, howl to the mermaid's sigh,
And the night-wind's mournful minstrelsy,
Their requiem over my grave.
Lucifer . Through morn and midnight, sunsel and high noon,
One hour hath ta'en us; — o'er all land and sea,
O'er opening earthquake and iceberg, have we
Swept in swift safety. 'T will be over, soon.
Behold the common, narrow sea,
Which, like a strong man's arm,
Keeps back two foes whose lips are white,
Whose hearts with rage are warm.
F ESTUS . England! my country, great and free!
Heart of the world, I leap to thee!
How shall my country fight
When her foes rise against her,
But with thine arm, O Sea!
The arm which thou lent'st her?
Where shall my country be buried
When she shall die?
Earth is too scant for her grave:
Where shall she lie?
She hath brethren more than a hundred,
And they all want room;
They may die and may lie where they live —
They shall not mix with her doom.
Where but within thine arms,
O sea, O sea?
Wherein she hath lived and gloried,
Let her rest be!
We will rise and will say to the sea,
Flow over her!
We will cry to the depths of the deep,
Cover her!
The world hath drawn his sword,
And his red shield drips before him: —
But, my country, rise!
Thou canst never die
While a foe hath life to fly;
Rise land, and gore him!
Lucifer . Now get on land, and hie along
O'er forest, copse, and glade;
We have but a league or two more to go
Before our journey's made;
With speed that flings the sun into the shade!
F ESTUS . See the gold sunshine patching,
And streaming and streaking across
The gray-green oaks; and catching,
By its soft brown beard, the moss.
Lucifer . Ah! here we get an open plain:
Here we'll get down.
Away, good steeds! be off again!
F ESTUS . We must be near to Town.
I am bound to thee for ever
By the pleasure of this day;
Henceforth we will never sever,
Come what come may.
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