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 And all these forms of thought, and myriads more,

Passed into books and into Daniel's hand,

So that he smiled at having such great store

All red and black as many as the sand,

Studded with crystals, clasped with many a band

Of hammered steel. I saw him standing there.

After I woke his pleasure filled the air. [37]