[Illustration: "The giant's roar of triumph had scarcely died on his lips before the two were falling into darkness."] "The wise men know what wicked things Are written on the sky; They trim sad lamps, they touch sad strings Hearing the heavy purple wings, Where the forgotten Seraph kings Still plot how God shall die."…
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