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From their spheres The stars of human glory are cast down; Perish the roses and the flowers of kings, Princes and emperors, and the crown and palms Of all the mighty, withered and consumed! Nor is power given to lowliest innocence Long to protect her own.

Blanche. What was our doom, my father?—In thine arms I lay unconsciously through that dread hour.