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 But creating only devils,

And his statues all bore traces

Of his older brother's features.

Soon he took to wildest pleasures,

Fought with drunkards, fought at duels,

Drugged himself with wines of fire;

Just perhaps to drown the snake that

Gnawed him with eternal torment.

And at length, fatigued and ailing

He came to this very island,

Where the Johannitic convent

Let him mend the aged statues

Standing in the refectory.

With his soul fatigued, tormented

By its passion and rebellion,

With the last strength of his spirit

He imbued the Satan's statue

As he struggles in a battle

With St. Michael, the archangel

And these features were a wonder.

But its masterful creator

Lived not long Paid daily visit

To behold his last creation,

Stood before it meditating,

Wept aloud for hours hours

Then he vanished soon, however,