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(Which, fearful to approach, the evening Hind
Circles at distance in his homeward way)
The winds breathe hollow, deem'd the plaining groan
Of prison'd spirits; with such fearful voice
Night murmur'd, and the sound thro' Chaos went.
Leapt at her call her hideous-fronted brood!
A dark behest they heard, and rush'd on earth,
Since that sad hour, in Camps and Courts adored,
Rebels from God, and Monarchs o'er Mankind!"
From his obscure haunt
Shriek'd Fear, of Cruelty the ghastly Dam,
Fev'rish yet freezing, eager-paced yet slow,
As she that creeps from forth her swampy reeds,
Ague, the biform Hag! when early Spring
Beams on the marsh-bred vapours.
"Even so (the exulting Maiden said)
The sainted Heralds of Good Tidings fell,
And thus they witness'd God! But now the clouds
Treading, and storms beneath their feet, they soar
