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Poems of Arthur Hugh Clough

Scene X. Adam alone.

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Adam. Abel is dead, and Cain—ah, what is Cain? Is he not even more than Abel dead? Well, we must hope in Seth. This merest man, This unambitious commonplace of life, Will after all perhaps mend all; and though Record shall tell men to the after-time No wondrous tales of him, in him at last, And in his seed increased and multiplied, Earth shall be blest and peopled and subdued, And what was meant to be be brought to pass. Oh but, my Abel and my Cain, e’en so You shall not be forgotten nor unknown.

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