Immediately, the cloud collaps’d and fled,
And he, the lord of death, appeared glad:
He stood erect, and, in the act of pray’r,
Pour’d forth his orisons into the air:
His pow’rful speech made all the host afraid,
And instantly his mandates were obey’d:
He spoke but once—his chariots were at hand,
And round about him his attendants stand,—
Each in apparel dazzling to the sight,—
Their wings outspread in readiness for flight.