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Thou hast a charmed cup, O Fame! A draught that mantles high, And seems to lift this earth-born frame Above mortality: Away! to me—a woman—bring Sweet waters from affection's spring.

was a joyous day in Rheims of old, When peal on peal of mighty music roll'd Forth from her throng'd cathedral; while around, A multitude, whose billows made no sound, Chain'd to a hush of wonder, tho' elate With victory, listen'd at their temple's gate.