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I waked one morning dreaming, Thus I dreamed.
Methought of Uriel I had writ or read
A mystery—the Doom of Quick and Dead.
'Twas the Last Day, and Satan came, it seemed,
To tempt the Sun's bright Angel, misesteemed,
For that his World for Wreck was destined—
And Uriel's Faith was proved. Then Judgement sped:...
Wo! to the Tempter!—Hail! to the Redeemed!
O'er night I had mused of Manfred, Faust, and Cain,
And the soul everthinking thought in sleep;
And forged a drama in a poet's brain—
Anon, conceived Ambition made me weep:
The Tempted is inferior in their strain,
In mine, even as the Tempter, high and deep.

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Time..The Last Day. Place..The Solar Orb.