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 Whose names were many and all blasphemous, Hath met the horrible judgement! Whence that cry? The mighty army of foul Spirits shriek'd, Disherited of earth! For She hath fallen On whose black front was written ; She that reel'd heavily, whose wine was blood; She that work'd whoredom with the And from the dark embrace all evil things Brought forth and nurtured: mitred ; And patient who on bended knee Gives back the steel that stabb'd him; and pale Hunted by ghastlier terrors than surround Moon-blasted Madness when he yells at midnight! Return pure ! return meek ! The kingdoms of the world are your's: each heart Self-govern'd, the vast family of Love Rais'd from the common earth by common toil