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Rh Severed in conflict rude;—

Falling in frenzied strife,

So did they end their feud.

Stayed is their hate, and on the gory plain

Commingled is their life;

Too truly of one blood these foemen now.

Stern umpire of their strife,

The fire-born stranger from beyond the main,

The whetted steel. Hostile was Ares too,

Bitter apportioner of wealth, I trow,

Making the curse paternal all too true.

Of heaven-sent woe allotted shares have they;—

Unhappy, doom'd from birth!

Lies 'neath their lifeless clay

Wealth fathomless of—earth.

Oh ye who your own house have caused to bloom

With many bitter woes!

O'er you at last these curses their shrill lay

Have chanted, fraught with doom;

For now your race is turned to flight,

In utter rout. Ay, on the very gate

Where fell your deadly blows,

Stands Atè's trophy;—and the fiend elate

After her twofold conquest ceased from fight.