Veil'd by the cov'ring of the baleful night.
To thousand realms the charge vindictive flies:
In thousand realms the summon'd furies rise;
From the dark stores of pain they dreadful arm—
In fell array the hideous legions swarm;
Presageful, dire, the grim battalions spread,
And waste the brooding night in purpose dread.
Red from the foggy east the sun ascends,
And gleams new terror on th' envenom'd fiends:
Round their ghaunt leaders throng th' unsightly host,