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HOU lovely port of Araby, Of Araby the blest, I think of the time, when thy summer clime, Was bright on my midnight rest; And the gates uprose, which at evening close, Lest they harbour forbidden guest. Oh! I must let my thoughts go back, O’er the charmed spots in memory’s track; Back like a bark that at random sails, Or the dreamings of those delicious tales.