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8 A miracle of art and taste The fairy palace stood; The royal perfume of its sweets Floating for many a rood. And to this day maids love the flower Where the queen came to dwell, And bind within their wealth of curls The peerless Asphodel.

up your courage, friend, Nor falter on the track; Look up, toil bravely on, And scorn to languish back. A true heart rarely fails to win, A will can make a way: The darkest night will yield at last Unto the perfect day. See yonder little flower You've crushed beneath your tread, The sunshine and the shower Beat on its bended head ; Though bowed is not broke : It rises up again, And sheds a sweet perfume across The arid desert plain.