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The mildness of his mien might seem to mock
The Hosts together flung with Earthquake shock!
The cheerful ease of his confiding air,
But ill betrays his all-Importance there!
For through those lips what few short words transpire,
Are Giants to upheave an Army's ire!
That calm glance shoots the lightning of its ken
O'er many a sulphur-clouded mass of men!
The reins of Rage are guided by his hands,
He wields the wrath of myriad warrior-bands!
Proud-seated Cities bow before his breath—
He waves Destruction—nods Despair and Death!
The Hosts together flung with Earthquake shock!
The cheerful ease of his confiding air,
But ill betrays his all-Importance there!
For through those lips what few short words transpire,
Are Giants to upheave an Army's ire!
That calm glance shoots the lightning of its ken
O'er many a sulphur-clouded mass of men!
The reins of Rage are guided by his hands,
He wields the wrath of myriad warrior-bands!
Proud-seated Cities bow before his breath—
He waves Destruction—nods Despair and Death!
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Leagued Nations nerve him, in the awful hour
Of red Revenge, with strength condensed, to smite;
The gathered energies of Empires glow
In him—the Vehicle of all their Power,
The Focus of their concentrated Might,
Flashing its death-glare on the dazzled Foe!
Of red Revenge, with strength condensed, to smite;
The gathered energies of Empires glow
In him—the Vehicle of all their Power,
The Focus of their concentrated Might,
Flashing its death-glare on the dazzled Foe!
By Genius throned, on Self-Possession's height,
Unmoved he scans the Chaos spread below—
A still Moon shining through the Combat's night
Bidding its Tides of Fury ebb and flow—
A Sun, whose high behests serenely guide
The fierce Monsoons of Battle to and fro;
After whose path of calm commanding Pride
Etesian war-winds wildly hurrying go—
A Battle-Pharos, beaming steady light
Far o'er the raging Sea of fluctuating Fight!
Unmoved he scans the Chaos spread below—
A still Moon shining through the Combat's night
Bidding its Tides of Fury ebb and flow—
A Sun, whose high behests serenely guide
The fierce Monsoons of Battle to and fro;
After whose path of calm commanding Pride
Etesian war-winds wildly hurrying go—
A Battle-Pharos, beaming steady light
Far o'er the raging Sea of fluctuating Fight!
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