The writings of Robert C. Sands in prose and verse with a memoir of the author |
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XXX.
He grasped the witch by her skinny arm,Her powerless frame confessed the charm;
Before his bright, indignant glance
Her eyes were fixed in terror's trance.
“Away,” the stranger cried, “away!
Votaries of Moloch! yield your prey!
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Speak o'er your foul iniquity?
Know ye not, for such worship fell,
Deep yawns the eternal gulf of hell?”
Then, bursting from his dream of fear,
To front the intruder rushed the SEER,—
When straight, o'er all the vaulted heaven,
Kindled and streamed the glittering levin;
Pale and discoloured shone below
The embers in that general glow,
As blind amid the blaze they reel,
Rattled and crashed the deafening peal;
And with its voice so long and loud,
Fell the burst torrent from the cloud;
It dashed impetuous o'er the pile;
The hissing waters rave and boil;
The smothered fires a moment soar,
Spread their swarth glare the forest o'er,
Then sink beneath their whelming pall,
And total darkness covers all.
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