LXX.
What heard I then?—a ringing shriek of pain,
Such as for ever haunts the tortured ear?
I heard a sweet and solemn-breathing strain
Piercing the flame, untremulous and clear!
The rich, triumphal tones!—I knew them well,
As they came floating with a breezy swell!
Man’s voice was there—a clarion-voice to cheer
In the mid-battle—ay, to turn the flying;
Woman’s—that might have sung of heaven beside the dying!