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Eric look'd grave; his towering pride
'Gan in a moment to subside;
His speech sunk to a hollow calm,
And his pale lip bespoke a qualm
Of conscience, whilst these words he spoke:
“By all the gods, and dreadful Lok,
I know not—dare not hint a dread
Into what clime their fate is sped;
They are where they are call'd to be
By the Great King of Heaven's decree!”