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110  I asked the cause : the aged men grew sad—
 * They pointed to a building gray and tall,

And hoarsely answered "Step inside, my lad,
 * And then you'll see it all."

Yet what are all such gaieties to me
 * Whose thoughts are full of indices and surds?

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But something whispered "It will soon be done—
 * Bands cannot always play, nor ladies smile:

Endure with patience the distasteful fun
 * For just a little while!"

A change came o'er my Vision—it was night:
 * We clove a pathway through a frantic throng;

The steeds, wild-plunging, filled us with affright;
 * The chariots whirled along.