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And the name of their might was Invincible, covered
and clothed with the terror of God;
With his wrath were they winged, with his love were they
fired, with the speed of his winds were they shod;
With his soul were they filled, in his trust were they
comforted: grace was upon them as night,
And faith as the blackness of darkness: the fume of
their balefires was fair in his sight,
The reek of them sweet as a savour of myrrh in his
nostrils: the world that he made,
Theirs was it by gift of his servants: the wind, if they
spake in his name, was afraid,
And the sun was a shadow before it, the stars were
astonished with fear of it: fire
Went up to them, fed with men living, and lit of men's
hands for a shrine or a pyre;
And the east and the west wind scattered their ashes
abroad, that his name should be blest
Of the tribes of the chosen whose blessings are curses
from uttermost east unto west.