Than clouds more melting, more than storm sublime,
Dropp'd the new word, there came a charm around;
Tremors and terrors rose upon the sound;
The stubborn spirits by his force he broke,
As the fork'd lightning rives the knotted oak.
Fear, hope, dismay, all signs of shame or grace,
Chain'd every foot, or featured every face;
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Then took his sacred trump a louder swell,
And now they groan'd they sicken'd, and they fell;