I judge thee by thy mates;
It is for God to judge thee as thou art.
I see thee purple with the blood of Rome;
Take mine, 't is all thou e'er shalt have of me!
And here, upon the marble of this temple,
Where the baptismal font baptised me God's,
I offer him a blood less holy

But not less pure (pure as it left me then,
A redeem'd infant) than the holy water
The saints have sanctified!

[OLIMPIA waves her hand to ARNOLD with disdain, and dashes herself on the pavement from the Altar.

ARNOLD.

Eternal God!

CÆSAR.

Bah! bah! You are so, And do not know it. She will come to lifeSuch as you think So, such as you now are; But we must work by human means.

ARNOLD.

Slave!

CESAR.

Ay, slave or master, 't is all one: methinks Good words, however, are as well at times.

ARNOLD.

Words!-Canst thou aid her?

CESAR.

As softly as they bear the dead : Perhaps because they cannot feel the jolting.

ARNOLD.

But doth she live indeed?

CÆSAR.

Nay, never fear!

ARNOLD.

CESAR.

I will try. A sprinkling Of that same holy water may be useful. [He brings some in his helmet from the font.

But if you rue it after, blame not me.

Let her but live!

CESAR.

The spirit of her life

Is yet within her breast, and may revive.
Count! count! I am your servant in all things,
And this is a new office:-'t is not oft

I am employ'd in such; but you perceive
How staunch a friend is what you call a fiend.
On earth you have often only fiends for friends;
Now I desert not mine. Soft! bear her hence,
The beautiful half-clay, and nearly spirit!

I am almost enamour'd of her, as
Of old the angels of her earliest sex.

Thou!

ARNOLD.

The morning-star of all the flowers,

The pledge of daylight's lengthen'd hours;
Nor, 'midst the roses, e'er forget
The virgin, virgin violet.

Enter CESAR.

CESAR (singing).

The wars are all over,
Our swords are all idle,

The steed bites the bridle,
The casque 's on the wall.
There's rest for the rover;

But his armour is rusty,

And the veteran grows crusty,

As he yawns in the hall.

He drinks-but what 's drinking?

A mere pause from thinking!

No bugle awakes him with life-and-death call.

Chorus.

But the hound bayeth loudly,

The boar 's in the wood, And the falcon longs proudly To spring from her hood. On the wrist of the noble, She sits like a crest, And the air is in trouble With birds from their nest.

CESAR.

Oh! shadow of glory!

Dim image of war!
But the chase hath no story,

Her hero no star,
Since Nimrod, the founder

Of empire and chase,
Who made the woods wonder,

And quake for their race.
When the lion was young,

In the pride of his might,

Then 't was sport for the strong
To embrace him in fight;

To go forth, with a pine

For a spear, 'gainst the mammoth, Or strike through the ravine

At the foaming behemoth ; While man was in stature

As towers in our time, The first-born of Nature, And, like her, sublime!

Who made all empires, empire; or recalling
Some wandering star which shoots through the abyss,
Whose tenants, dying while their world is falling,
Share the dim destiny of clay in this;
Or joining with the inferior cherubim,
Thou deignest to partake their hymn-
Samiasa!

I call thee, I await thee, and I love thee.

Many worship thee-that will I not:

If that thy spirit down to mine may move thee,
Descend and share my lot!

Though I be form'd of clay,
And thou of beams

More bright than those of day
On Eden's streams,

Thine immortality cannot repay
With love more warm than mine

My love. There is a ray

In me, which, though forbidden yet to shine,
I feel was lighted at thy God's and thine.
It may be hidden long: death and decay

Our mother Eve bequeath'd us--but my heart
Defies it: though this life must pass away,
Is that a cause for thee and me to part?
Thou art immortal-so am I: I feel,

I feel my immortality o'ersweep
All pains, all tears, all time, all fears, and peal
Like the eternal thunders of the deep,

Into my ears this truth-« thou livest for ever!»>
But if it be in joy,

I know not, nor would know;
That secret rests with the Almighty giver
Who folds in clouds the fonts of bliss and woe,
But thee and me He never can destroy;
Change us lle may, but not o'erwhelm; we are
Of as eternal essence, and must war

With Him if He will war with us; with thee

I can share all things, even immortal sorrow; For thou hast ventured to share life with me, And shall I shrink from thine eternity?

No! though the serpent's sting should pierce me thorough,

And thou thyself wert like the serpent, coil
Around me still! and I will smile

And curse thee not; but hold
Thee in as warm a fold

As--but descend; and prove

A mortal's love

For an immortal. If the skies contain
More joy than thou canst give and take, remain!

ANAH.

Sister! sister! I view them winging

Their bright way through the parted night.

AHOLIBAMAH.

The clouds from off their pinions flinging As though they bore to-morrow's light.

ANAH.

But if our father see the sight!

AHOLIBAMAH.

Ile would but deem it was the moon
Rising unto some sorcerer's tune
An hour too soon.

ANAH.

They come! he comes!--Azaziel !

AHOLIBAMAH.

Haste