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[96] Ho! Forts and fields! Ho! Kings and churls!
 * 'Tis he—succumb!

But thou,—for thee, lo, here are girls,
 * Tom Thumb, Tom Thumb.

He rode o'er mountains and o'er plains.
 * And held confined

Within his palm, the guiding reins
 * Of all mankind.

His glories would the navies sink
 * So vast their sum!

For thee—see blood, come run and drink,
 * Tom Thumb, Tom Thumb.

Dark, dark archangel—but he fell!
 * Earth felt the sound,

And ocean opened by a spell
 * Its gulf profound.

Down headlong—but his name through time
 * Shall overcome—

Thou too shalt drown, but drown in slime,
 * Tom Thumb, Tom Thumb.