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hills all glow'd with a festive light, For the royal city rejoic'd by night: There were lamps hung forth upon tower and tree, Banners were lifted and streaming free; Every tall pillar was wreath'd with fire, Like a shooting meteor was every spire; And the outline of many a dome on high Was traced, as in stars, on the clear dark sky.

I pass'd thro' the streets; there were throngs on throngs— Like sounds of the deep were their mingled songs; There was music forth from each palace borne— A peal of the cymbal, the harp, and horn;