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 :::Above the pair a morning halo bent,
 * The greater spirit's token of assent.
 * With arms outstretched the god essayed to clasp his bride's fair form,
 * When lo! behind her 'rose a grisly shape of aspect dread;
 * It veiled her from his sight and bore her through the air.


 * ’Twas Black Tamahnous, fiend of rage and hate, the foe
 * Of all the good and pure in heaven, on earth; relentless, fierce,
 * Of form prodigious, aspect foul, she murders joy and love
 * Where e'er she goes. Transfixed Tahoma stood;
 * Then burst his heart: above his head the blood,
 * In fountain red and hot, poured all its flood,
 * And thus he died. The Spirit Great bewailed his son and wove
 * A mantle pure and white around his form, and as the years
 * Speed past renews the garb, as symbol of his woe.