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Fled the fierce Band with panic fear,Fled like a herd of startled deer;
Before her mien, so terrible
And wild, their craven courage fell!
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By the desert blast surged,
Fled the Bandits amain,
To precipitance urged,
From her terrors proclaimed!
With the Band fled as well
The Sorcerer's cell;
By a spell it was framed,
And destroyed by a spell!
From the mutterings of power,
So vanished the grim,
Wizard-wrought, Teraphim!
In the perilous hour,
The shield, sought in vain,
At the word of the witch,
Disappeared from its nich!
And the corpse of the slain,
With a long peal of thunder,
From the vision of Wonder
Past away in its blood!
And the Sybil has gone
To her dreary abode,
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And the rest are alone
In the midst of the wood!
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