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 And the low puppetry of thrones, to muse On that blest triumph, when the Poems on Various Subjects (Coleridge)/Notes on Religious Musings Call'd the red lightnings from th' o'er-rushing cloud And dash'd the beauteous Terrors on the earth Smiling majestic. Such a phalanx ne'er Measur'd firm paces to the calming sound Of Spartan flute! These on the fated day, When flung to rage by Pity eloquent men Have rous'd with pealing voice th' unnumber'd tribes That toil and groan and bleed, hungry and blind, These hush'd awhile with patient eye serene Shall watch the mad careering of the storm; Then o'er the wild and wavy chaos rush And tame th' outrageous mass, with plastic might Moulding Confusion to such perfect forms, As erst were wont, bright visions of the day!