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THE DEMONIAC.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

O Aschmedai!

Thou angel of the bottomless pit, have pity!

It was enough to hurl King Solomon,

On whom be peace! two hundred leagues away

Into the country, and to make him scullion

In the kitchen of the King of Maschkemen!

Why dost thou hurl me here among these rocks,

And cut me with these stones?