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And the music of the dulcimer
    Summon'd to festival.

While the clash of brother-weapons
    Made lightning in the air,
And the dying at the palace-gates
    Lay down in their despair.

And that fearful sound was heard
    At the temple's thrilling heart;
As if mighty wings rush'd by,
    And a dread voice raised the cry—
        "Let us depart!"