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PARACELSUS
Love--until both are saved. Aprile, hear !
\Ve will accept our gains, and use them-now I
God, he will die upon my breast 1 Aprile 1
Aprile. To speak but once, and die 1 yet by his side.
Hush 1 hush 1 Ha 1 go you ever girt about
'With phantoms, powers 7 I have created such,
But these seem real as 11
Paracelsus. Whom can you see
Through the accursed darkness?
Aprile. Stay; I know,
I know them : who should know them well as I 7-
White brows, lit up with glory; poets all 1
Paracelsus. Let him but live, and I have my reward I
Aprile. Yes, I see now-God is the PERFECT POET,
Who in creation acts his own conceptions.
Shall man refuse to be ought less than God?
Man's weakness is his glory-for the strength
'Which raises him to heaven and near God's self,
Came spite of it: God's strength his glory is,
For thence came with our weakness sympathy
'Which brought God down to earth, a man like us.
Had you but told me this at first 1 ... Hush 1 hush I
Paracelsus. Live 1 for my sru{e, because of my great sin,
To help my brain, oppressed by these wild words
And their deep import. Live 1 'tis not too late:
I have a quiet home for us, and friends.
Michal shall smile on you. . . Hear you 7 Lean thus,
And breathe my breath : I shall not lose one word
Of all your speech-no little word, Aprile 1
Aprile. No, no. . . . Crown me? I am not one of you 1
'Tis he, the king, you seek. I am not one
Paracelsus. Give me thy spirit, at least 1 Let me love 1
I have attained, and now I may depart.
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