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magic is there in thy mien,
 * What sorcery in thy smile,

Which charms away all cark and care, Which turns the foul days into fair,
 * And for a little while

Changes this disenchanted scene From the sere leaf into the green,
 * Transmuting with love's golden wand
 * This beggared life to fairyland?

My heart goes forth to thee, oh friend,
 * As some poor pilgrim to a shrine,

A pilgrim who has come from far