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, London, for its myriads; for its height,

Manhattan heaped in towering stalagmite;

But Paris for the smoothness of the paths

That lead the heart unto the heart's delight....

Fair loiterer on the threshold of those days

When there's no lovelier prize the world displays

Than, having beauty and your twenty years,

You have the means to conquer and the ways,

And coming where the crossroads separate

And down each vista glories and wonders wait,

Crowning each path with pinnacles so fair

You know not which to choose, and hesitate—

Oh, go to Paris.... In the midday gloom

Of some old quarter take a little room

That looks off over Paris and its towers

From Saint Gervais round to the Emperor's Tomb,—

So high that you can hear a mating dove

Croon down the chimney from the roof above,

See Nôtre Dame and know how sweet it is

To wake between Our Lady and our love.

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