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SCENE I. We hear: thy words waken Oblivion.

Spirits, whose homes are flesh; ye beasts and birds, Ye worms and fish; ye living leaves and buds; Lightning and wind; and ye untamable herds, Meteors and mists, which throng air's solitudes:

Thy voice to us is wind among still woods.

Man, who wert once a despot and a slave, A dupe and a deceiver! a decay, A traveller from the cradle to the grave Through the dim night of this immortal day:

Speak: thy strong words may never pass away.