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VISION OF THE EGYPTIAN PRIEST.
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They heard—they came forth, at his mandate, in haste:Uprose, in their pathways, the sands of the waste;Their chariots, bird-drawn, through the desert were driven;And wings shook the air, like the thunders of heaven.
Their arrows, like scorpions, hissed in my ears;I was deaf with the clang and the whir of their spears:But I wore the white robe of the priesthood of day—They cowered at my feet, they fled, shrieking, away.
Adbeel was alone, with the heat of his wrath:He smote with the rod, he divided the path;The torn breast of earth gasped in audible breath,Like the groaning of gods at the portals of Death.
From the chasm underneath gushed forth lava, like blood;Beside me, around, ran the fire of the flood;Overhead was the blaze of the pendulous cloud;Before, stood that servant of Typhon the Proud.
