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LUCIFER； at a distance。
Ho； Cuthbert！ Friar Cuthbert！
FRIAR CUTHBERT。
Fare well； Prince；
I cannot stay to argue and convince。
PRINCE HENRY。
This is indeed the blessed Mary's land；
Virgin and mother of our dear redeemer！
All hearts are touched and softened at her name；
Alike the bandit； with the bloody hand；
The priest； the prince； the scholar； and the peasant；
The man of deeds； the visionary dreamer；
Pay homage to her as one ever present！
And even as children； who have much offended
A too indulgent father； in great shame；
Penitent； and yet not daring unattended
To go into his presence； at the gate
Speak with their sister； and confiding wait
Till she goes in before and intercedes；
So men； repenting of their evil deeds；
And yet not venturing rashly to draw near
With their requests an angry father's ear；
Offer to her their prayers and their confession；
And she for them in heaven makes intercession。
And if our faith had given us nothing more
Than this example of all womanhood；
So mild； so merciful； so strong； so good；
So patient； peaceful； loyal； loving； pure；
This were enough to prove it higher and truer
Than all the creeds the world had known before。
PILGRIMS； chanting afar off。
Urbs coelestis； urbs beata；
Supra petram collocata；
Urbs in portu satis tuto
De longinquo te saluto；
Te saluto； te suspiro；
Te affecto； te requiro！
THE INN AT GENOA
A terrace overlooking the sea。 Night。
PRINCE HENRY。
It is the sea； it is the sea；
In all its vague immensity；
Fading and darkening in the distance！
Silent； majestical； and slow；
The white ships haunt it to and fro；
With all their ghostly sails unfurled；
As phantoms from another world
Haunt the dim confines of existence！
But ah！ how few can comprehend
Their signals； or to what good end
From land to land they come and go！
Upon a sea more vast and dark
The spirits of the dead embark；
All voyaging to unknown coasts。
We wave our farewells from the shore；
And they depart； and come no more；
Or come as phantoms and as ghosts。
Above the darksome sea of death
Looms the great life that is to be；
A land of cloud and mystery；
A dim mirage； with shapes of men
Long dead and passed beyond our ken；
Awe…struck we gaze； and hold our breath
Till the fair pageant vanisheth；
Leaving us in perplexity；
And doubtful whether it has been
A vision of the world unseen；
Or a bright image of our own
Against the sky in vapors thrown。
LUCIFER； singing from the sea。
Thou didst not make it； thou canst not mend it；
But thou hast the power to end it！
The sea is silent； the sea is discreet；
Deep it lies at thy very feet；
There is no confessor like unto Death！
Thou canst not see him； but he is near；
Thou needst not whisper above thy breath；
And he will hear；
He will answer the questions；
The vague surmises and suggestions；
That fill thy soul with doubt and fear！
PRINCE HENRY。
The fisherman； who lies afloat；
With shadowy sail； in yonder boat；
Is singing softly to the Night！
But do I comprehend aright
The meaning of the words he sung
So sweetly in his native tongue？
Ah yes！ the sea is still and deep。
All things within its bosom sleep！
A single step； and all is o'er；
A plunge； a bubble an no more；
And thou； dear Elsie； wilt be free
From martyrdom and agony。
ELSIE； coming from her chamber upon the terrace。
The night is calm and cloudless；
And still as still can be；
And the stars come forth to listen
To the music of the sea。
They gather； and gather； and gather；
Until they crowd the sky；
And listen； in breathless silence；
To the solemn litany。
It begins in rocky caverns；
As a voice that chants alone
To the pedals of the organ
In monotonous undertone；
And anon from shelving beaches；
And shallow sands beyond；
In snow…white robes uprising
The ghostly choirs respond。
And sadly and unceasing
The mournful voice sings on；
And the snow…white choirs still answer
Christe eleison！
PRINCE HENRY。
Angel of God！ thy finer sense perceives
Celestial and perpetual harmonies！
Thy purer soul； that trembles and believes；
Hears the archangel's trumpet in the breeze；
And where the forest rolls； or ocean heaves；
Cecilia's organ sounding in the seas；
And tongues of prophets speaking in the leaves。
But I hear discord only and despair；
And whispers as of demons in the air！
AT SEA
IL PADRONE。
The wind upon our quarter lies；
And on before the freshening gale；
That fills the snow…white lateen sail；
Swiftly our light felucca flies；
Around the billows burst and foam；
They lift her o'er the sunken rock；
They beat her sides with many a shock；
And then upon their flowing dome
They poise her； like a weathercock！
Between us and the western skies
The hills of Corsica arise；
Eastward in yonder long blue line；
The summits of the Apennine；
And southward； and still far away；
Salerno； on its sunny bay。
You cannot see it； where it lies。
PRINCE HENRY。
Ah； would that never more mine eyes
Might see its towers by night or day！
ELSIE。
Behind us； dark and awfully；
There comes a cloud out of the sea；
That bears the form of a hunted deer；
With hide of brown； and hoofs of black
And antlers laid upon its back；
And fleeing fast and wild with fear；
As if the hounds were on its track！
PRINCE HENRY。
Lo！ while we gaze； it breaks and falls
In shapeless masses； like the walls
Of a burnt city。 Broad and red
The flies of the descending sun
Glare through the windows； and o'erhead；
Athwart the vapors； dense and dun；
Long shafts of silvery light arise；
Like rafters that support the skies！
ELSIE。
See！ from its summit the lurid levin
Flashes downward without warning；
As Lucifer； son of the morning；
Fell from the battlements of heaven！
IL PADRONE。
I must entreat you； friends； below！
The angry storm begins to blow；
For the weather changes with the moon。
All this morning； until noon；
We had baffling winds； and sudden flaws
Struck the sea with their cat's…paws。
Only a little hour ago
I was whistling to Saint Antonio
For a capful of wind to fill our sail；
And instead of a breeze he has sent a gale。
Last night I saw St。 Elmo's stars；
With their glimmering lanterns； all at play
On the tops of the masts and the tips of the spars；
And I knew we should have foul weather to…day。
Cheerily； my hearties！ yo heave ho！
Brail up the mainsail； and let her go
As the winds will and Saint Antonio！
Do you see that Livornese felucca；
That vessel to the windward yonder；
Running with her gunwale under？
I was looking when the wind o'ertook her；
She had all sail set； and the only wonder
Is that at once the strength of the blast
Did not carry away her mast。
She is a galley of the Gran Duca；
That； through the fear of the Algerines；
Convoy