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And the roof above, as art Vied with nature's loveliest part, Was so curiously inlaid, That there another garden play'd. No lamps amid the foliage hung, But silver smiles the moonbeams flung; And radiance from each distant room Lighted the flowers' and ladies' bloom. A harp was there. The haunt was one, Where many a summer noon, alone, lent time music's wings; And, dreaming o'er the mournful strings, Learn'd other lessons than those taught By pride, and wealth, and worldly thought. Said the band round that it were shame, Such hour should pass unhymn'd away;