Hold your accursed hands!

A Voice exclaim’d, whose dread commands

Were fear’d through all the vaults of Padalon;

And there among them, in the midnight air,

The presence of the mighty Baly shone.

He, making manifest his mightiness,

Put forth on every side an hundred arms,

And seiz’d the Sorceress; maugre all her charms,

Her and her fiendish ministers he caught

With force as uncontroulable as fate;

And that unhappy Soul, to whom

The Almighty Rajah’s power availeth not

Living to avert, nor dead to mitigate

His righteous doom.