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 But long time pass'd not, ere that brighter Cloud Returned more bright: along the Plain it swept; And soon from forth its bursting sides emerg'd A dazzling Form, broad-bosom'd, bold of Eye, And wild her hair save where by Laurels bound. Not more majestic stood the healing God When from his Bow the arrow sped, that slew Huge Python. Shriek'd ghastly throng, And with them those, the locust Fiends that crawl'd And glitter'd in slimy track. Great was their wrath, for short they knew their reign. And such Commotion made they and Uproar As when the mad Tornado bellows thro' The guilty Islands of the western main, What time departing for their native shores, Eboe, or Koromantyn's plain of Palms, The infuriate Spirits of the Murder'd make Fierce