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Truly the warrior spoke; for round Each jutting precipice as they wound Nearer and nearer swelled the sound, While dark and gloomier o'er them grew The shade th' impending mountains threw. Aloof the eagle swooped in air; No little warbler flitted there, Nor herb was there its weight to bear; Nought but the huge rock's columned side Rearing aloft its crest of pride. Now louder grew the sound, and more Magnificently rude the steeps Re-echoing its terrible roar— And lo ! revealed to sight, where leaps Thy turbulent stream, Tiara, prone6 To the black gulf before it thrown. The artillery of storms! the flash. Electric, where thy waters dash! The ambient clouds of mist that rise Like spirits pure freed from the ties Of earthly shocks and agonies! Oh! who shall hear and gaze upon