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A midnight, such as ne'er beforeWas writ on history's page;
To be proclaimed from shore to shore,
And sung from age to age!
Along each dim historic line
Of giant statues, half divine,
That lead toward the midmost shrine
Of Egypt's sleeping kings,
A fierce, wild gleam is on the air;
The tramp of gathering hosts is there;
The torch glows out with murky glare,
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Unearthly radiance flings.
For not with banner, not with shout,
No warrior's pomp nor pride,
At midnight did the Lord go out,
And Egypt's firstborn died!
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