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Know'st thou the dwelling?—there the pillars rise, Soft shines the hall, the painted chambers glow; And forms of marble seem with pitying eyes To say—"Poor child! what thus hath wrought thee woe?" Know'st thou it well? There, there with thee, O my protector! homewards might I flee!

Know'st thou the mountain?—high its bridge is hung, Where the mule seeks thro' mist and cloud his way; There lurk the dragon-race, deep caves among, O'er beetling rocks there foams the torrent spray. Know'st thou it well? With thee, with thee, There lies my path, O father! let us flee!