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Israel In Egypt. Book Twenty-Third.

Meanwhile, within the heart of the dead sun,
After that glory angelic had passed out,
Long time reigned silence, night impierceable,
As in the depth of Chaos. Where they had fallen,
There the awe--stricken Spirits of Evil still,
Confounded lay; powerless to move, or speak,
Or of aught clearly think,--as though a stroke
From hand unseen had staggered very life.
At length, permitted so, the astonished Powers
From that dread stun 'gan waken. Satan first,
As mightiest, strength and courage returning felt;
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