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He ceased; and bowed the head. As when, on earth,
From deep foundation to its topmost tower,
Some mighty fortress, by the miner's fire,
Cloud-ward is blown,—the mighty thundering
Leagues round shakes air,—so, when the archangel ceased,
From the long silent, listening millions burst
Uproar of acclamation,—peal on peal
Rolling, like wave on wave, when ocean writhes,
Lashed by the hurricane. Silent once again,
All stood expectant: for the countenance
Of their dread leader, as around he looked,
'Tokened that he would speak. With hand outstretched,
Toward his great comrade,—now somes pace withdrawn,—
He pointed; and, in proud tone, thus began.