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'Jerusalem; I have seen it. How many hours to dawn?'
'Some three.'
''Tis strange I could sleep. I remember, on the eve of battle I was ever
anxious. How is this, Jabaster?'
'Your faith, sire, is profound.'
'Yes, I have no fear. My destiny is not complete. Good night, Jabaster.
See, Asriel, valiant priest. Pharez!'
'My lord!'
'Rouse me at the second watch. Good night, boy.'
'Good night, my lord.'
'Pharez! Be sure you rouse me at the second watch. Think you it wants
three hours to dawn?'
'About three hours, my lord.'
'Well! at the second watch, remember; good night.'
'It is the second watch, my lord.'
'So soon! Have I slept? I feel fresh as an eagle. Call Scherirah, boy.'
''Tis strange I never dream now. Before my flight my sleep was ever
troubled. Say what they like, man is made for action. My life is now
harmonious, and sleep has now become what nature willed it, a solace,
not a contest. Before, it was a struggle of dark passions and bright
dreams, in whose creative fancy and fair vision my soul sought refuge
from the dreary bale of daily reality.
'I will withdraw the curtains of my tent. O most majestic vision! And
have I raised this host? Over the wide plain, far as my eye can range,
their snowy tents studding the purple landscape, embattled legions
gather round their flags to struggle for my fate.
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