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Right o'er the Euxine, and that gulph which late 



The rude Massagetse adored — he bent 

 His northering course, — while round, in duskj state, 



The assembling fiends their summon d troops aug- 

 ment ; 



Clothed in dark mists, upon their way thej went, 

 While as thej pass'd to regions more severe, 



The Lapland sorcerer swell'd, with loud lament. 

 The solitary gale, and, filled with fear, 

 The howling dogs bespoke unholy spirits near. 



Where the North Pole, in moody solitude. 



Spreads her huge tracks and frozen wastes around 



There ice-rocks piled aloft, in order rude, 

 Form a gigantic hall ; where never sound 

 Startled dull silence' ear, save when profound, 



The smoke-frost mutter'd : there drear Cold for aye 

 'Thrones him, — and fixed on his primaeval mound 



Ruin, the giant, sits ; while stern Dismay 

 Stalks like some woe-struck man along the desert way. 



In that drear spot, grim Desolation's lair. 

 No sweet remain of life encheers the sight : 



The dancing lieart's blood in an instant there 



Would freeze to marble. — INIingling day and night 

 (Sweet interchange which makes our labours light) 



Are there unknown ; while in the summer skies 

 The sun rolls ceaseless round his heavenly height, 



Nor ever sets till from the scene he flies, 

 And leaves the long bleak night of half the year to rise. 



'Twas there, yet shuddering from the burning lake, 

 Satan had fix'd their next consistory ; 



When parting last he fondly hoped to shake 

 Messiah's constancy, — and thus to free 



