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- Above the pair a morning halo bent,
- The greater spirit's token of assent.
- With arms outstretched the god essayed to clasp his bride's fair form,
- When lo! behind her 'rose a grisly shape of aspect dread;
- It veiled her from his sight and bore her through the air.
- ’Twas Black Tamahnous, fiend of rage and hate, the foe
- Of all the good and pure in heaven, on earth; relentless, fierce,
- Of form prodigious, aspect foul, she murders joy and love
- Where e'er she goes. Transfixed Tahoma stood;
- Then burst his heart: above his head the blood,
- In fountain red and hot, poured all its flood,
- And thus he died. The Spirit Great bewailed his son and wove
- A mantle pure and white around his form, and as the years
- Speed past renews the garb, as symbol of his woe.
