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Pause to repose themselves in passing by-
A Voice without, singing.
Hurld down from the throne,
Forgotten and lone;
I shiver'd his chain,
He's Tyrant again!
Second Voice, without.
First DESTINY, answering.
The morn, to deplore it,
Thousands lie lowly;
The living shall fly from
But nothing can vanquish
Sorrow and anguish,
Envelope a nation-
Of their own desolation.-
This wreck of a realm—this deed of my doing—
Enter the SECOND and THIRD DESTINIES.
Our hands contain the hearts of men,
Our footsteps are their graves ;
The spirits of our slaves !
FIRST Des. Welcome!- Where's Nemesis?
At some great work ; But what I know not, for my hands were full.
THIRD Des. Behold she cometh.
Say, where hast thou been? My sisters and thyself are slow to-night.
Nem. I was detain'd repairing shatter'd thrones,
Goading the wise to madness; from the dull
The Hall of Arimanes–Arimanes on his Throne, a Globe
of Fire, surrounded by the Spirits.
Hymn of the SPIRITS.
Who walks the clouds and waters in his hand
Themselves to chaos at his high command !
He speaketh—and the clouds reply in thunder ;
He moveth-earthquakes rend the world asunder.
Beneath his footsteps the volcanos rise ;
His shadow is the Pestilence; his path The comets herald through the crackling skies;
And planets turn to ashes at his wrath. To him War offers daily sacrifice;
To him Death pays his tribute ; Life is his, With all its infinite of agonies
And his the spirit of whatever is !
Enter the DESTINIES and NEMESIS. First Des. Glory to Arimanes! on the earth His power increaseth-both
sisters did His bidding, nor did I neglect my duty !
SECOND DEs. Glory to Arimanes! we who bow The necks of men, bow down before his throne !
THIRD DEs. Glory to Arimanes !—we await His nod!
Nem. Sovereign of Sovereigns! we are thine, And all that liveth, more or less, is ours, And most things wholly so; still to increase Our power, increasing thine, demands our care, And we are vigilant-Thy late commands Have been fulfill'd to the utmost.