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FAUST
Giunto sul passo estremo
della più estrema età,
In un sogno supremo
si bea l’anima già,

Re d’un placido mondo,
D’una landa infinita
a un popolo fecondo
voglio donar la vita.

MEFISTOFELE
(Spiar voglio il suo cor.)

FAUST
Sotto una savia legge
vo� che surgano a mille
A mille e genti e gregge
E case e campi e ville.

MEFISTOFELE
(Ah! All’erta, tentator.)

FAUST
Ah! Voglio che questo sogno
sia la santa poesia
E l’ultimo bisogno
dell’esistenza mia,
Voglio che questo sogno
sia la santa poesia dell’esistenza!

FAUST
Nearing the utmost limit
Of life’s extremest goal,
In a vision delightful,
Did wander forth my soul.
King of some placid region,
Unknown to care and striving,
I found a faithful people --
And fain would aid their living.

MEFISTOFELE
(Now I would read his heart!)

FAUST
Under careful legislation,
I saw new towns arising --
A happy, pros’perous nation,
With homes and flocks surprising!

MEFISTOFELES
(Ah! Up tempter, do thy part!)

FAUST
Ah! Would then, that this fair vision
Could but be my last dream;
The latest earthly mission,
Of life’s important scheme.