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And see a fiery madness, that would blast
God's Miracle of Freedom, kindling fast."

       He fixed a dark, wild look
On his celestial watcher, as in hate;
 Then grasped him, till his passionless grandeur shook,
And muttered: "Spirit, see the fate of fate
I've left upon mortality's estate.
 And thou didst suffer all this ruin, thou
Whose office was to warn me; 'tis too late
 For me to give thee these reproaches now,
For I am growing cold—my deeds are done,
And thou shouldst blush for them, thou guilty one.

       "I tell thee, thou shalt hear—
For, Guardian Angel of the Years, I swear
 Thou art a traitor to thy God! And fear
A traitor's fate, if thou again shalt dare
Neglect thy task. Then aid him who shall bear
 The sceptre I resign to quench all wrong,
And kindle right—or, when I meet thee where
 None may evade the truth, my oath, as strong
As aught except thy brother Lucifer's curse,
Shall drag thee down to share his doom or worse!