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54 The truth half-jesting, half in earnest flung—

The word of cheer, with recognition in it;

The note of alms, whose golden speech outrung

The golden gift within it.

But all in vain the enchanter's wand we wave;

No stroke of ours recalls his magic vision;

The incantation that its power gave

Sleeps with the dead magician.