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Days changed to nights, ere you were born, or I, And on its business ever rolled the sky; See you tread gently on this dust-perchance 'Twas once the apple of some beauty's eye.

Pagodas, just as mosques, are homes of prayer, 'Tis prayer that church-bells chime unto the air, Yea, Church and Kaaba, Rosary and Cross Are all but divers tongues of world-wide prayer.

'Twas writ at first, whatever was to be, By pen, unheeding bliss or misery, Yea, writ upon the tablet once for all, To murmur or resist is vanity.