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As the Emperor ceased, Dunmore turned quickly, his black eyes glowing in
the firelight. Raising his right hand above his head, he chanted these
lines:
"The wilderness shall pass away like Babylon of old,
And every tree shall go to build a thing of greater mould;
The chopper he shall fall to earth as fell the mighty tree,