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But our lightnings follow fast, With a vengeance sharp and hot; Our bolts are on the blast, And they rive with shell and shot! Huge the form which they warm With the hot breath of the storm; Dread the crash which follows as each Titan mass is struck-- They shiver as they fly, While their leader, drifting nigh, Sinks, choking with the cry-- "Keokuk!"