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290 THE VARANGIAN. [Act I.
The dark clouds come, whereon the thunder lies
Pointing his burning arrows. Boldly we
Will through the tempest, like the eagle, dash,
And in the day-beams of dominion hold
Our course above the misty rack and storm :
Established then shall be our throne, unmoved
By stern opposers, and hereafter fame
Crown us with glory : as the lofty cliff,
Which hath for ages braved the ruffian winds
And dashing of the sea-wave's noisy strife,
Is left at last in peace, the sullen deep
Far off retiring to return no more,
While on its golden brows the evening sheds
Her sun-departing splendours.
END OF THE FIRST ACT.