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Have ye gazed on its grandeur

Or stood where it stands

With opal and amber

Adorning the lands,

And orcharded domes

Of the hue of all flowers?

Sweet melody roams

Through its blossoming bowers,

Sweet bells usher in from its belfries the train of the honey-sweet hour.

A city resplendent,

Fulfilled of good things,

On its ramparts are pendent,

The bucklers of kings.

Broad banners unfurled

Are afloat in its air.

The lords of the world

Look for harborage there.

None finds save he comes as a bridegroom, having roses and vine in his hair.

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