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32 With horses and with chariots— And all his spearmen bold, March to the sound of mournful song, Like clouds around him roll'd.

Gwin lifts his hand—the nations halt; "Prepare for war," he cries— Gordred appears!—his frowning brow Troubles our northern skies.

The armies stand, like balances Held in the Almighty's hand;— "Gwin, thou hast fill'd thy measure up,  "Thou'rt swept from out the land."

And now the raging armies rush'd  Like warring mighty seas; The Heavens are shook with roaring war, The dust ascends the skies!

Earth smokes with blood, and groans, and shakes, To drink her children's gore, A sea of blood; nor can the eye See to the trembling shore.