A DRAMA OF EXILE.
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Nor yet ignobly ye shall serve, I place My word here for an oath, mine oath for act To be hereafter. In the name of which Perfect redemption and perpetual grace, I bless you through the hope and through the peace, Which are mine,—to the Love, which is myself. Eve. Speak on still, Christ. Albeit Thou bless me not In set words, I am blessed in hearkening Thee—Speak, Christ. Christ.Speak, Adam. Bless the woman, man—It is thine office. Adam.Mother of the world, Take heart before this Presence. Rise, aspire Unto the calms and magnanimities, The lofty uses, and the noble ends, The sanctified devotion and full work, To which thou art elect for evermore, First woman, wife, and mother. Eve.And first in sin. Adam. And also the sole bearer of the Seed Whereby sin dieth! Raise the majesties Of thy disconsolate brows, O well-beloved, And front with level eyelids the To come, And all the dark o' the world. Behold! my voice, Which, naming erst the creatures, did express,—God breathing through my breath,—the attributes And instincts of each creature in its name; Floats to the same afflatus,—floats and heaves Like a water-weed that opens to a wave,—A full-leaved prophecy affecting thee, Out fairly and wide. Henceforward, woman, rise To thy peculiar and best altitudes Of doing good and of enduring ill,—Of comforting for ill, and teaching good, And reconciling all that ill and good Unto the patience of a constant hope,—Rise with thy daughters! If sin came by thee, And by sin, death,—the ransom-righteousness,
