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Far in the wilds which gave one sepulchre
To his proud hosts, a kingdom and a home,
For none is left him here.

Sebast.This is to live
An age of wisdom is an hour! The man
Whose empire, as in scorn, o'erpassed the bounds
E'en of the infinite deep; whose orient realms
Lay bright beneath the morning, while the clouds
Were brooding in their sunset mantle, still
O'er his majestic regions of the west;
This heir of far dominion shall return,
And, in the very city of his birth,
Shall find no home! Aye, I will tell him this,
And he will answer that the tale is false,
False as a traitor's hollow words of love;
And that the stately dwelling, in whose halls
We commune now—a friend's, a monarch's gift,
Unto the chosen of his heart, Sylveira,
Should yield him still a welcome.

Sylv.Fare thee well.