Lo! from the pregnant air, . . heart-withering sight!

There issued forth the dreadful Lorrinite,

Seize him! the Enchantress cried;

A host of Demons at her word appear,

And like tornado winds, from every side

At once, they rush upon the Glendoveer.

Alone against a legion, little here

Avails his single might,

Nor that celestial faulchion, which in fight

So oft had put the rebel race to flight.

There are no Gods on earth to give him aid;

Hemm’d round, he is overpower’d, beat down, and bound,

And at the feet of Lorrinite is laid.