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Reel-eyed with greed and wonder,
 * The crowd excited stand;

The blows are rained like thunder
 * On brazen bolt and band;

They burst the massive hinges,
 * They raise the ponderous lid,

And lo! the peerless treasure
 * That Father Abram hid:

In pearls and silk and jewels rare.
 * Fit for a Pharaoh's strife;

In flashing eyes and golden hair—
 * Sat Abram's lovely wife!