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Gets forth those caverned walls No roar from the giant Falls, Whose mountainous foam treads under The abyss of awful thunder.

But--the river’s sudden speed! How the ghost-grey shores recede! And the tearless pilots hear A muttering voice creep near.

A tremor! The blanched waves leap. The warriors start from sleep. Faints in the sudden blare The cry of their swift despair,

And the captives’ death-chant shrills ... But afar, remote from ills, Quiet under the quiet skies The Melicite village lies.