The lofty mausoleums—the proud walls—
The rich abodes of princes—and the homes
Of Heaven-defying wickedness, were wrapped
As in a fitting cerement.
When the strength
Of the spent storm of fury died away,
And the ghast ministers of wrath drew off
Their fearful hosts from that grim battle-field—
The holy Patriarch, who had sought by prayer
To turn aside the vengeance, stretched his view