Lucifer. Consists in slavery—no. Adah. If the blessedness I have heard it said, The seraphs love most—cherubim know most— And this should be a cherub-since he loves not. Lucifer. And if the higher knowledge quenches love, What must he be you cannot love when known? (1) Adah. Oh, Cain! choose love. Cain. For thee, my Adah, I choose not—it was Born with me-but I love nought else. Adah. Our parents? Cain. Did they love us when they snatch'd from the tree That which hath driven us all from Paradise? Adah. We were not born then-and if we had been, Should we not love them and our children, Cain? Cain. My little Enoch! and his lisping sister! Could I but deem them happy, I would half Forget -but it can never be forgotten Through thrice a thousand generations! never Shall men love the remembrance of the man Who sow'd the seed of evil and mankind In the same hour! They pluck'd the tree of science (1) [MS." What can he be who places love in ignorance? "] And sin-and, not content with their own sorrow, Begot me thee and all the few that are, And all the unnumber'd and innumerable By ages! — and I must be sire of such things! Hath not fulfill'd its promise:-if they sinn'd, Cain. Be thou happy, then, alone— I will have nought to do with happiness, Which humbles me and mine. Adah. Alone I could not, Nor would be happy: but with those around us Judge from what I have heard. (1) [This" placid hour" of Cain is, we fear, from a source which it will do Lord B. no credit to name, the romance of "Faublas."- E.] Lucifer. And thou couldst not Alone! Oh, my God! Alone, thou say'st, be happy? Who could be happy and alone, or good? To me my solitude seems sin; unless Adah. He is not so; he hath The angels and the mortals to make happy, And thus becomes so in diffusing joy? What else can joy be, but the spreading joy? Lucifer. Ask of your sire, the exile fresh from Eden; Or of his first-born son: ask your own heart; Adah. Are you of heaven? Lucifer. Alas! no! and you— If I am not, enquire The cause of this all-spreading happiness (Which you proclaim) of the all-great and good Maker of life and living things; it is We must bear, His secret, and he keeps it. Adah. It is a beautiful star; I love it for Of the Invisible are the loveliest Of what is visible; and yon bright star Is leader of the host of heaven. Adah. Our father Saith that he has beheld the God himself Who made him and our mother. Lucifer. Adah. Yes-in his works. Lucifer. Hast thou seen him? But in his being? Save in my father, who is God's own image; No All light, they look upon us; but thou seem'st (1) [In the drawing of Cain himself, there is much vigorous expression. It seems, however, as if, in the effort to give to Lucifer that "spiritual The myriad myriads - the all-peopled earth The unpeopled earth—and the o'er-peopled Hell, Of which thy bosom is the germ. Whence he shall come back to thee in an hour; But in that hour see things of many days. Adah. How can that be? Lucifer. Did not your Maker make Out of old worlds this new one in few days? And cannot I, who aided in this work, Show in an hour what he hath made in many, politeness" which the poet professes to have in view, he has reduced him rather below the standard of diabolic dignity, which was necessary to his dramatic interest. He has scarcely "given the devil his due." We thought Lord Byron knew better. Milton's Satan, with his faded majesty, and blasted but not obliterated glory, holds us suspended between terror and amazement, with something like awe of his spiritual essence and lost estate; but Lord Byron has introduced him to us as elegant, pensive, and beautiful, with an air of sadness and suffering that ranks him with the oppressed, and bespeaks our pity. Thus, in this dialogue with Adah, he comes forth to our view so qualified as to engage our sympathies. BRIT. CRIT.] |