the rage of their strength,
And the measure that measures the wings of the storm was the
breadth of their force and the length:
And the name of their might was Invincible, covered and clothed
with the terror of God;
With his wrath were they winged, with his love were they fired,
with the speed of his winds were they shod;
With his soul were they filled, in his trust were they comforted:
grace was upon them as night,
And faith as the blackness of darkness: the fume of their balefires
was fair in his sight,
The reek of them sweet as a savour of myrrh in his nostrils: the
world that he made,
Theirs was it by gift of his servants: the wind, if they spake in
his name, was afraid,
And the sun was a shadow before it, the stars were astonished with
fear of it: fire
Went up to them, fed with men living, and lit of men's hands for a
shrine or a pyre;
And the east and the west wind scattered their ashes abroad, that
his name should be blest
Of the tribes of the chosen whose blessings are curses from
uttermost east unto west.


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Hell for Spain, and heaven for England,--God to God, and man to