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Now forth he stalks, silent as Shadows glide,
Or Clouds that skim the Air while they divide,
As quick as thought the faithless Town he pass't,
And towards the Camp of wonderous Fame does hast,
VVhile Midnight Fogs surround his awful Head,
And down his Locks their baneful Poyson shed;
The wandring airy Demons at the View,
And all the Ignis Fatuus's withdrew;
Hecate let fall, her charm-preparing Weeds,
Wondring what unknown Pow'r Earth's Surface treads,
Which more than that which she invokes, she dreads.
She flies all frighted with erected Hair,
And scarce her Broomstaff bears her thro' the Air;
From his dread Presence every Evil ran,
Except that more exalted Evil, Man:
Not the first Race of less corrupted Fiends,
Till taught by Man, knew half their new-coin'd Sins.
Or Clouds that skim the Air while they divide,
As quick as thought the faithless Town he pass't,
And towards the Camp of wonderous Fame does hast,
VVhile Midnight Fogs surround his awful Head,
And down his Locks their baneful Poyson shed;
The wandring airy Demons at the View,
And all the Ignis Fatuus's withdrew;
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Wondring what unknown Pow'r Earth's Surface treads,
Which more than that which she invokes, she dreads.
She flies all frighted with erected Hair,
And scarce her Broomstaff bears her thro' the Air;
From his dread Presence every Evil ran,
Except that more exalted Evil, Man:
Not the first Race of less corrupted Fiends,
Till taught by Man, knew half their new-coin'd Sins.
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