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XII.
“Faint!” — said the Husband — faint! while she,“And Love, and Vengeance, call on me!
“Faint! while a Brother needs my aid
“For life or death!” — his Brother said —
And from his hand the Book he threw —
It fired as it fell,
And vanished from their dazzled view
Within the flaming spell.
But now by magic art no more
May their impetuous course be stayed;
Their guardian Saint involved them o'er
With air condensed, and thickened shade:
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By Vengeance urged, and Heaven, and Love!
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