The cause of this all-spreading happiness (Which you proclaim) of the all-great and good Maker of life and living things; it is His secret, and he keeps it. We must bear, morn. 490 Thou seem'st unhappy: do not make us so, Alas! those tears! Couldst thou but know what oceans will be The myriad myriads the all-peopled earth hour; But in that hour see things of many days. Did not your Maker make Out of old worlds this new one in few days? And cannot I, who aided in this work, Show in an hour what he hath made in many, Or hath destroy'd in few ? In sooth, return within an hour? We breathe not by a mortal measure ment But that's a mystery. Cain, come on with me. Adah. Will he return? Ay, woman! he alone Of mortals from that place (the first and last 7 Who shall return, save ONE) shall come back to thee, 540 To make that silent and expectant world are |