So wrapt in thy devotions? Dost thou stand

Gazing to trace thy disappearing God

Into some realm of undiscovered day?

Our business is with night—'tis come.

Bel.‍But not40

Gone.

Arb.‍Let it roll on—we are ready.

Bel.‍Yes.

Would it were over!

Arb.‍Does the prophet doubt,