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Lines 129-160 (In answer to Faust's invocation, the
Earth-spirit appears in a flash of red flame).

Who calls me?

EARTH-SPIRIT.

FAUST.

Hideous vision, hence-away!

EARTH-SPIRIT.

By mighty art thou'st drawn me here,
After long sucking at my sphere,

And now

FAUST.

Avaunt! I shudder at thy stay!

EARTH-SPIRIT.

Thou dost crave mightily to gaze upon me,
My voice to hear, mine aspect to behold!

Thy soul's strong prayer to thee hath bowed and won me,
And I stand here-What piteous fear doth hold
Thee, thee the more than mortal? where is now

Thy far-heard fame of soul and strength? art thou He whose breast made its world within, and bore And fostered it, and upward evermore, Swelling and trembling with thine ecstasies,

To us, the World of Spirits, strove to rise?

Where art thou, Faust, whose challenge thrilled mine

ear,

Who pressed with all thy force and stormed my sphere?

Art thou this thing, that with one breath I shake,
That to its being's inmost depths doth quake,
And crawleth from my path, a timorous worm?

FAUST.

Thou thing of flame, and shall I yield to thee?
That Faust-thy peer and equal-I am he!

EARTH-SPIRIT.

On tides of Life, in Action's storm,

Up and down I wave,

To and fro I pass and pass

Birth and the grave,

A timeless sea,

A web with changes rife,

A fiery life,

So at the whirring loom of Time I ply,
And weave the living robe of Deity.

FAUST.

O thou who all around the wide world wendest,
In strong unrest, how near I feel myself to thee!

EARTH-SPIRIT.

Thou 'rt like the spirit whom thou comprehendest,

Not like to me!

(vanishes.)

Lines 384-454 (Faust, on the point of committing suicide, is withheld by the sound of bells and chants hailing the dawn of Easter-day).

CHORUS OF ANGELS.

Christ is arisen !

Mortals! whose nature

Was holden in prison

By Sin that waylaid you,
Beset and betrayed you.

Rejoice! your Creator,

Loving, hath freed you!

CHORUS OF WOMEN.

Ointment and spikenard
To balm him we gave;
Loyally cherishing,

Laid him in grave.

With white linen cerecloth

Shrouded him o'er.

Ah, and we find him not,

Find him no more!

CHORUS OF ANGELS.

Christ is arisen !

Praise the All-loving!

Him who was sent for you.
Who the sad trial-pains,

Healing and proving,
All underwent for you!

CHORUS OF DISCIPLES.

He that was laid in earth,

Now to the sky
Hath risen in splendour,

Renewed to Life's joy;

And is joined to the Gladness,

Creative, Divine.

Left on Earth's bosom,

Lonely we pine!

He who once loved us

Hath left us to languish.

Master! thy risen joy

Is to us anguish !

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CHORUS OF ANGELS.

From lap of corruption
Christ is arisen!

Rend ye, with joyfulness
Rend ye your prison.

Praise Him in word and deed,
Preach Him and prove,
Break bread as brothers,
Go to all others,

Tell of His love,

Promise his joys above!

He who did guide you

Still is beside you!

Lines 906-17 (Mephistopheles having entered Faust's chamber, is hindered from leaving it by the Pentagram on the threshold).

SPIRITS (in the gallery).

Some One's caught whom we know well,

'Ware his luck and go not in!

Like a dog-fox in a gin

Quakes He, the old lynx of Hell!

Have a care!

Through the air

Hover, hover, under, over,

To and fro, round and round,

Till he hath himself unbound!

Leave him not in durance here!

All must aid,

Each and all for whom he made

Pleasures manifold and dear!

Lines 1094-1152 (Mephistopheles, feigning a desire to amuse Faust, soothes him to sleep by causing attendant spirits to sing the following lullaby).

Vanish, dark arches,

Pass from on high!

Cheeringly, lovingly,

Look down upon us,

Azure of sky!

Were but the dark clouds

Rent from above us,

Out shines the star-light,

The sheeny, the far light,
Little suns twinkling
With mellower gleam!
Beauty of spirits,

The sons of the sky,

Rising and sinking,

Swaying and floating,

Hovering by!

Yearning to follow them,

Sons of the earth

Strain to rise up to them,

Love leads them forth;

Far and wide glancing,
Bright in their hair,

Bright from their raiment

Ribbons are dancing.

From mead unto bower,

Where to each other

Lovers are pledging,
Pensively rapturous,
Love for life's dower!
See the vine-trellises
Bowery, manifold!

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