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XLVIII.
Up, up the wond'rous void they now aspire,
Swifter than the flashing fire
Across the arch of heaven;
Up, up they mount, still higher, and higher,
Swifter than the whistling wind,
When the world is left behind,
And the clouds are riven:
All is motion, motion, motion,
One fierce continuous rush; and ne'er before
Was Ragnar stunned with such a roar,—
No, not when on the stormy ocean;
As with the rapid speed of thought, they went
Right through the strong, resisting element.
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