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me a palace fair, Untouched of pain, remote from care, And with my dreams I tarried there.

I tarried there for one brief day, Then sorrow came and had its way— My house of hope in ruins lay.

But, girded with a strength unknown Before its joy was overthrown. My soul arose and stood alone;

And gazing past life's sore defeat, Past earth receding at its feet— With all the beauty magic-sweet—