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Rh On my own actions let me stand or fall! But the night wears, heap up the furnace fire, How low it burns, or do mine eyes grow dim?

(Tearing books and manuscripts.)

Here is the 'Tree of the Hesperides' And Raymond Lully's 'Dark-dispelling Lamp,' 'Triumphal Chariot' of Basilides, I need no more the lore of these Adepts. Here's the Italian Master's 'Pearl of Price,'

(Throws them on the fire.)

And bosom book of the Canon of Bridlington. Heap fuel, blow the bellows, see Lenore, How the Elixir changes momently, With the intensest element of fire The vary'd colours of the peacock's tail Which emerald grew after the third degree, Now turn to snowy whiteness, citron next, Then it shall glow at last to glorious red!