The billow roars back to its tyrant, 
The wind ;  the red thunderbolts roar ; 
The flame and the earthquake aspirant 
Leap forth as an herald before 
The trumpet of war. 
 
In crimson he robes him for raiment, 
In armour all rusted and red : 
Spear shakes and sword flashes, exclaimant 
To share in the spoil of the dead. 
A helmet flames forth on his forehead, 
Gold sparks from the forge of the stars, 
His shield with the Gorgon made horrid 
Hath blood on its bull-battled bars— 
Thou God of me, Mars ! 
 
He strides through the vibrating aether ; 
Spurns earth from His warrior feet ; 
Shakes fire from the forges beneath her ; 
His glances are fervid and fleet. 
With a cry that makes tremble the thunder, 
Light-speared, with a sword that is flame, 
He bursts the vast spaces asunder. 
His angels arise and proclaim : 
The Lord is His Name ! 
 
O Lord !  Thou didst march out of Edom ! 
Thou leapedst from the Mountains of Seir !
 
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