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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!"