Ii

"False Parent of Mankind! Obdurate, proud, and blind, I sprinkle thee with soft celestial dews, Thy lost, maternal heart to re-infuse! Scattering this far-fetched moisture from my wings, Upon the act a blessing I implore, Of which the rivers in their secret springs, The rivers stained so oft with human gore, Are conscious;--may the like return no more! May Discord--for a Seraph's care Shall be attended with a bolder prayer-- May she, who once disturbed the seats of bliss These mortal spheres above, Be chained for ever to the black abyss! And thou, O rescued Earth, by peace and love, And merciful desires, thy sanctity approve!"

The Spirit ended his mysterious rite, And the pure vision closed in darkness infinite."

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