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winds are stirred with tumult—on the air Sound drum and trumpet, atabal and gong— Strong voices loud uplift a barbarous song. Vast is the gathering—while the priests declare The seven-headed god is passing there. On roll his chariot-wheels, while every roll From prostrate bodies crushes forth a soul: Rejoicing such last agony to bear. Such are thy creeds, O man! when thou art given To thy own fearful nature—false and stern! What were we now, but that all-pitying Heaven Sent us a holier, purer faith to learn?— Type of its message came the white-winged dove— What is the Christian's creed?—Faith, Hope, and Love.