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Where is it? I see nothing save a mass
Of most innumerable lights.

_Lucifer_. Look there! 120

_Cain_. I cannot see it.

_Lucifer_. Yet it sparkles still.

_Cain_. That! --yonder!

_Lucifer_. Yea.

_Cain_. And wilt thou tell me so?
Why, I have seen the fire-flies and fire-worms
Sprinkle the dusky groves and the green banks
In the dim twilight, brighter than yon world
Which bears them.

_Lucifer_. Thou hast seen both worms and worlds,
Each bright and sparkling--what dost think of them?

_Cain_. That they are beautiful in their own sphere,
And that the night, which makes both beautiful,
The little shining fire-fly in its flight, 130
And the immortal star in its great course,
Must both be guided.

_Lucifer_. But by whom or what?

_Cain_. Show me.

_Lucifer_. Dar'st thou behold?

_Cain_. How know I what
I _dare_ behold? As yet, thou hast shown nought
I dare not gaze on further.

_Lucifer_. On, then, with me.