LXX.

What heard I then?--a ringing shriek of pain, Such as for ever haunts the tortured ear? I heard a sweet and solemn-breathing strain Piercing the flame, untremulous and clear! The rich, triumphal tones!--I knew them well, As they came floating with a breezy swell! Man’s voice was there--a clarion-voice to cheer In the mid-battle--ay, to turn the flying; Woman’s--that might have sung of heaven beside the dying!