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Heav'n seems before the eye to ope,

The heart in rapture melts away.
Oh may it ever verdant prove.
That radiant time of early love I



Dusky-hued becomes each pipe !

Let me plunge this rod in here :
All for casting will be ripe
When we see it giaz'd appear.
Comrades stand ye by I
Now the mixtiire try.
If tlio brittle will combine
With the soft propitious sign 1



For there is heard a joyous sound
Where sternness is witli softness bound,

Where joins the gentle with the strong
Who binds himself for ever, he
Should prove if heart and heart agree i

The dream is short, repentance long.



tHG SONG OP *nK TiT.tU 20"?

rhroTTgli tho bride's f:iir locka so cleat

Twiiios the virgin chaplet bright,
Win 11 tliG cluirch-bells, ringing clear.

To tlio joyous feast invite.
All! life's liappiest festival

Needs must end life's happy May ;
With tho vail and girdlo, all

Tho8v=* sweet visio i ; f xle away.



Though passion may fly.

Yet love must remain ;
Though the tlow'rot may die,

Yet the fruit scents the plain.
Man must gird for his race

Thro' tho stern j^aths of life.

Midst turnioil and strife,

Must i^hiut and must form,

Gain by cunning or storm ;

Must wager and dare,

Would he reach fortune e'er.
Then wealth without ending upon him soon pours,
His granaries all overflow with rich stores ;
The rooms is enlarged, and his house grows apace ;

And o'er it is ruling

The housewife so modest.

His children's dear mother ;

And wisely she governs

The circle of home.



The maidens she trains.

And the boys slie restrains,

Keeps plying for ever

Her hands that flag never.

And wealth helps to raise

Witli her orderly ways,
The sweet-scented presses with treasures piles high.
Bids the thread round tho fast-whii-ling spindle to

fly;

The cleanly and bright polish'd chest she heaps full
With tho tiiix white as snow, and the glisteuii^g

wool ;
All glitter and splendor ordains for the best,
And takes no rest.



Iks SidKa 03? THE mtii)

And the fatliei-, -with rapturous pjaze,

r'ri.m the far-seeing roof of Lis dwelling.
All his blossoming riches surveys ;
Sees each projecting pillar and post,
Sees his baxiis, that of wealth seem to boast ;
Sees each storehouse, by blessings dowu-boru6j
And the ]c:llow-lilie waving corn, —
Cries with exalting face :
*' Firm as fixe eai-th's firm base,
Gainst ali misfortune's powers
Proudly my house novv' towers I "—
But with mighty destiny
Union sure there ne'er can be ;
Woe advances rapidly.

Let the casting be bf gun !

Traced already is the breach ;
Yet before we h t it run,

Heaven's protecting aid beseech !
Let the plug now fly !
May God's ho]p be nigh !
In the mould all-smoking rush
Fire- brown billows with fierce gush.

Bpneficent the might of flame.

When 'tis by man watch'd o'er, made tame ;

For to this heav'nly power he owes

All his creative genius knows;

Yet terrible that power will be,

When from its fetters it breaks free,

Treads its own path with passion wild,

As nature's free and recklf ss child.

Woe, if it casts off its chains.

And, without resistance, growing.
Through tlie crowded streets and lanes

Spreads the blaze, all fiercely glowingi
For the elements still hate
All that mortal hands create.
From the clouds all blessings rill,
'Tis the clouds that rain distill;
From the clouds, with quivering beams,
Lightning gleams.



There Is no rhymu to thia line in the original.



TilK SONO OF THE nrcLli. iiO**

Prom 3'on towor the -wnilinf^ sound
Spri'iiil-s the lire alarm aruuud !
Blood- red, lo !

Are the skios !
Ent 't's not tlie day's clear glow I

Kmoke up liies!
Loud the shout
Round about!
ITijrh the licry column glows,
Tlironf,'h the streets' far-strctchinf^ rows
On with lightning speed it goes.
Hot as from au oven's T>onib,
Burns the air, while bean;ii consume,
Windows rattle, pillars fall,
Childi'en wail and mothers call.
Beasts are groaning,
Underneath tlie ruins moaning.
All their safety seek in iiight,
Day-clear lighted is tlie nigh:.
Through the hands' ext'>nded chain
Flies the bucket on amain ;
Floods cf water high are thrown ;
Howling comes the tempest on.
Bearing in the flames' pursuit.
Crackling on the wather'd iruit
Falls it, — on the granary,
On the rafters' timber dry,
Aud, as if earth's heavy weight

Seeking in its flight to bear,
Mounts it, as a giant great.

Wildly thro' the realms of air.
Man now los'^s hope at length.
Yielding to immortal strength;
Idly, and with wond'ring gazo,
All the wTeck he now surveys.



Burnt to ashes is tlie stead,
Now the wild storm's rugged bed.
In the empty window-panes
Shudd'ring horror nvvf remains.
And the ckiuds of heaven above
Peep in, as they onward move.



SIO tHti SON<5 0-e THE BfiiiL.

Upon tlio grave where buried lies
His eartlilj ■wealth, his lougiug eyes
The man one ling'ring moment throws,
Then, as a pilgrim, gladly goes.
"Whate'er the fierce flames may destroy,

One consolation sweet is left ;
His lov'd one's heads he counts,- -and, Jqv '-

He is not e'en of one bereft !
In the earth it now has pour'd,

And the mould has fiU'd aright ;
Skill and labor to reward.

Will it beauteous come to light?
If the mould should crack?
If the casting lack ?
While we hope, e'en now, alas.
Mischief may have come to pass !

To the dark womb of holy earth

We trust what issues from our hand.
As trusts the sower to the laud

His seed, in hope 'twill have its birth
To bless us, true to Heaven's command.

Seed still more precious in the womb
Of earth we trusting hide, and wait

In hope that eyen from the tomb
'Twill blossom to a happier fate.

Sad and heavy from the dome
Hark 1 the Bell's death-wailings come.
Solemnly the strains, with sorrow fraught,
On her way a pilgrim now escort.

For a mother tolls the Bell ?
For a fond wife sounds tlie knell !
Death, regardless of her chnrms,
Tearfi her from her husband's arms,
From her cliildren tc ars hir too,
Offspring of affection true,
Whom she cherish'd with the love
None but motlicrs ere can prove.
All the ties their hearts uniting

Are dissolv'd forevcrmore ;
She whosti smiie that liome was lighting

Wanders on obliviou's shore.



THE SON'G OF THE BELU 21)

Who will now avi-rt eacli danger ?

Wlio will no^^eacll care dispel?
In htr seat wilJ jit a stranger —

She can nev ,r lovo bo well I
T-i.U the BtU '/as coolM aright,

Let tho arJuuus labor reBt ;
As the bird midst foliage bright

Flutt< rs, each may tlius be blest.
When the daylight wanes,
Free from duty's cliaius
Workmen hear the vesper chime ;
Masters have for rest no time.



Gladly hies tho w^anderer fast,

Tlirough the forest-glades so deep,
Tow'rd his own lov'd cot at last,

Bleatiug homeward go tlie sheep ;
Bioad-brow'd, smooth- slduu'd cattle, ali
Bellowing como, and fill eacn stall.
Home returns tho heavy wain,
Stagg'ring 'neath its load of grain.
Many-hued, the garlands lie
On the sheaves, while gladly fly
To the dance the reaper-boys, —
Hush'd each street and market noise.
Hound the caudle's social light
All the household now niiite.
Cieakingly the tdwn-gatt s close.
Darkness its black mautlo throws
O'er the earth ; but yet the night,
Though it fills the bad with awe.
Gives tiie towusman no affright.
For he trusts the wakeful law.



Holy Order, blessing rife,

Heaven's own child, by wliom in life

Equals joyously are bound,

And whose task 'tis towns to found,—

Who tlie wand'ring savage led

From the plains he us'd to tread.



212 the'soxo op the beh*

Enter'd the rude huts of men,
Softening their vdlJ liabits then.
And who wove that dearesb band,-»e
Love for liome and fatherland 1

Thousand busy hands are plying.

Into loving nuiou thrown,
, And, in fiery motion vicing,

All the forces here are known.
Under freedom's shelter holy

Man and master now unite,
Love th-^ir stations, high or lowly,

And defy the scorner's might.
Blessings are oiir labor's guerdon.

Work adorns the townsman most |
Honor is a king's chief burden,

We in hands industrious boast.



Peace all-l&vely I

Blissful concord !

Linger, linger

Kindly over this our to-mi !
May we ne'er the sad day witness
When the hordes of cruel warriors
Wildly tread this silent valley ;
When the heav^ens,
That the eye's bright colors blending

Softly gild
With the light of flames ascending.

From the burning towns are fill'd I



Let us now the mould d -efioy.

Well it has fuliill'd its jart,
That tlie beauteous shape with joy

May inspire both eye and heart.
Wield the hammer, wield,
Till the mantle yield !
Would we raise the Bell on high,
Must the mould to atoms ily.
Tiio founder may destroy the mould

With cunning hand, if time it be ;
But woe, if raging uucontroU'd,

The glowing bronze itself should free f



THE SONG OP THE BELli. 213

Blind-rnginf^, like the crashing thunder,
It bursas its tL>nemeut asniid* r,
And, as I'mm oiwn juws of lull,
Aronnd it spewB destruction fclL
Where forces rule with senseless might,
No structure there can come to light ;
When mobs themselves for freedom strive.
True hai^piness can never thrive.

Woe, when within a city's walls.

Where firebrands secretly are pil'd,
The people, bursting from their thralls.

Tread their oth path with fury wild !
Sedition then the Bell surrounds.

And bids it yield a howling tone :
And, meant for none but peaceful sounds,

The signal to the fray spurs on.

'* Freedom? Equality ! " they shout ;

The peaceful townsman gras^js liis arms.
Molis stand the streets and halis ab(n:t,

The placa wltli bands of murderers swarm.
luta hyenas women grow,

From horrors their amusement draw ;
The heart, still quivering, of the foe

With pantlicrs teeth they fiercely gnaw.
All that is holy is efface 1,

Kent are the bonds of modesty ;
The good is by the bad repla'^ed.

And crime fro.a all restraint is free.
Death-fraught t';e tiger's tooth appears.

To wake the lion madness seems ;
Yet the most fearfid of all fears

Is man ol)eying his wiUl dreams.
Woe be to him wh.o, to the blind,

The heav'nly torch of light conveys 1
It tlirows no radiance on his mind.

But land and town in ashes lays.*

God hath hcarkcn'd to my vow !

See, how like a star of gold
Peels the metal k<^rnel now,

Smooth and glistening from the mould !



• The first French Revolution is alluded to in the preceding lines.



214 THE SONG OF THE BELL.

E'en from crown to base
Simlike gleams its face,
"Wliile the scutcheons, fairly plann'd.
Praise the skilful artist's hand.



Now let us gather round the frame !
The ring let ev'ry workman swell,
That we may consecrate the Bell !
CoNCOKDiA be henceforth its name.
Assembling all the loving throng
In harmony and union throng !



And this be the vocation fit

For which the founder fashion'd it !

High, high above earth's life, earth's laboR,

E'en to the heav'ns' blue vault to soar.
To hover as the thunder's neighbor.

The very firmament explore ;
To be a voice as from above.

Like yonder stars so bright and clear.
That praise their Maker as they move

And usher in the circling year.
Tun'd be its metal mouth alone

To things eternal and sublime,
And, as the swiit-winged hours speed on,

May it record the flight of time !
Its tongues to Fate it well may lend ;

Heartless itself, and feeling naught,
May with its warning notes attend

On human life, with change so fraught.
And, as the strains die on the er.r

That it peals forth with tuneful might.
So let it teach that naught lasts here,

That all things earthly take their flight I

Now then, with the rope so strong,

From the vault the Bell upweigh,
That it gains the realms of song.
And the heav'uly light of day !
All hands nimbly ply .'
Now it mounts on high :
To this city JoY reveals, —
Peace be the first strain it peals I



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THF-. ^OWER or SO NO. •

Thk loaYDing stroam from out the rock

With thunder roar begins to rush, —
Tlio oak falls prostnit'j at tlie shock,

And moiiutaiu wr^-cks attend the gush.
With raiiturous awP, iu -wonder lost,

The ■wanderer hearkens to the sound
from clitr to cliff he hears it toss'd.

Yet knows not whither it is bound :
'Tis thus that song's bright waters pour
From sources never known before.

In union -with those dreaded ones

That spin life's thread ail-silently,- —
Wlio can resist the singer's tones ?

Who from his magic set him free ?
W'ith wand like that the Gods bestow,

He guides the heaving bosom's chords.
He steei^s it in the realms below,

He bears it, wondering, heavenwards.
And rocks it, 'twixt the grave and gay,
On Feeling's scales that trembling swav.

As when, before the startled eyes

Of some glad throng, mysteriously.
With giant-step, in spmt-guise.

Appears a wondrous Deity,
Then bows each greatness of the earth

Before the stranger, heaven-born,
Mute are the thoughtless sounds of niirth^

While from each face the mask is torn,
And from the truth's triumphant might
Each work of falsehood takes to flight :

So, from each idle burden free.

When summon'd l)y the voice of song,
Man soars to spuit-dignity,

Eeceiving force divinely strong :
.Among the Gods is now his home.

Naught earthly ventures to approach —
All other powers must now be dumb,

No fate can on his realms encroach ;
Care's gloomy wrinkles disappear.
Whilst Music's charms still Imger here.



216 THE PKAISE OF -WOMAN.

As, aft^ long and hopeless yearning,

And separation's bilter smart,
A cbUd, with tears repentant burning,

Chngs fondly to his mother's heai't—
So to his youthful happy dwelling.

To rapture pure and free from stain,
All strange and false conceits expelling.

Song guides the wanderer back again,
In faithful Nature's loving arm.
From chilling precepts to grow warm.

THE PRAISE OF WOMAN.

All honor to women ! — they soften and leaven
The cares of the world with the roses of Heaven —

The ravishing fetters of love they entwine ;
Then- charms from the world's eye modestly vailing.
They foster and nourish, with care never fahing,

The lu-e eternal of feelings divine.

Man's AvUd force, in constant motion,

Spurns the bounds l)y truth assigu'd :
And, on jjassiou's stormy ocean,

To and fro is toss'd his mind.
Peace his bosom visits never.

As he heaps up scheme on scheme,
And through space pursues for ever

Each vain phantom of his di'eam.

But with her sweet look, so soft and enchaining,
"Woman, the fugitive gently restraining.

Summons him back to the regions of earth :
The daughter of Nature, with meelmess uTishakeU;
The home of her mother has never forsaken —

Has ever been true to the place of her birth.

Man, the toiTent sternly breasting,

Si)ends his days in ceaseless strife ;
Never paTising, never resting,

While lie treads the paths of life.
All his plans to ruin bringing.

Ne'er his changing Avi.sn grows cold,
"When destroy'd, again up-springing,

Like the Hydra's heads of old.



THE PIUISE OF WOMAN. 217

Brt in a gentler sphere passing her hours,
Woman plucks evor the moment's sweet jflowera.

Lovingly tends them with fostering care ;
Freer than man, though less wiJe her dominiou.
Soaring above him on wisdom's bright jnnion,
Glitt'ring in poesy's circle so fair.



Selfishneas and pride combining,

Man's cold bosom ne'er can prove,
Round a fond heart fondly twining,

All the heav'nly bliss of love.
Soul communion never feeling,

Tears to him no balm impart.
Life's hard conflicts only steeling

Sterner still his rugged heart.



But as when softly to Zephyr replying,
Mollis' harp gently breathes forth its sighing.

The soft soul of woman its sighs breathes forth tco
At the sad tale of misery tenderly grieving.
See we her bosom with sympathy heaving.

Her melting eye sparkling with heavenly dew.



Man, imperious, stem, inpulting,

Knows no law save that of might ;
Scythians wave their swords exulting,—

Persians tremble in affright.
Furious passions raging wildly

Fiercely struggle day by day ;
And, where Charis govern'd mildly.

Eria now asserts her swr'



21S '■

HOPE.

Of better and brighter days to come

Man is talking and dreaming ever |
To gain a happy, a golden home,

His efforts he ceases never ;
The world decays, and again revives,
But man for improvement ever strives.

'Tis Hope first shows him the light of iaj.

Though infancy hovers before him,
Enchants him in youth with her magic ray„

Survives, when the grave closes o'er iiim J
For wli en in the tomb ends his weary racCj
E'en there still see we her smiling face !

'Tis no vain flattering vision of youth,
On the fool's dull brain descending x

To the heart it ever proclaims this glad truth %
Tow'rd a happier life we are tending ;

And the promise the voice within us hath spoken

Shall ne'er lo the hoping soul be broken.



THE GERMAN MUSE.

ifo Aitgustan century.
No propitious Bledici

Smil'd on German art when young
Glory nourish'd not her powers,
She unfolded not her flowers

Princes' fav'riug rays among.

From the mighty Fred'rick's throne
Germany's most glorious son, —

Went she forth, defenceless, spurn'd ;
Proudly Germans may repeat,
While their hearts more gladly beat, —

They themselves their crown have earned.



THE SOWER.

Tliercfore mounts with nobler pridj,
Thercforo witli u i'liUor tide

I'our« tho strcaiu of Gorman bards ;—
With his own abundance swells, —
From the inmost bosom ■welle, —

Chains of method disregards.



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THE SOWER.

See ! with a heart full of hope, to the earth golden seed
thou eutrustest,
Anif with joy in the Spring, waitest to see it appear,
irfc thou miiidful to strew in the furrows of Timo
•worthy acitions,
TVTiich for Eternity bloom, calmly by wisdom's hand
sowu ?



THE MERCHANT.

Thither is sailing the Ship ? It becrc the people ol
Sidon
From the cold realms of tho ITorth, briiiging the
amber and tin.
Bear it up gently, G Neptune • and peacefully roc!i it\
je zepliyrs ! -
Lot it in sheltering bay find tho refreshment; iL needs [
Tic to you. yo Godr, that tho Merchant belongs. Seek-
ing riches.
Goes he, — yet to hie ship that which ii3 good ever
clings.



0DY8SEUG.

Seeking to find his home, Odysseus crosses each water :
Through Charybdis so dread ; ay, and through Scyl-

ia's Avild yells,
through the alarms of the raging sea, the alarms oi the

land too, —



220 CARTHAGfi.

E'en to tlie kingdom of Hell leads him his wandering

course;
And at length, as he sleeps, to Ithaca's coast Fate con=

ducts him ;
There he a-wakes, and, with grief, k' ^ws not Mt

fatherland now.



CAR7HAGE.

Oh thou degenerate child of the great and glorious
mother.
Who Avith the Romans' strong might couplest the
Tyrians' deceit !
But those ever goveru'd with vigor the earth they had
conquer'd, —
These instructed the world that they with cunning
had won.
Say ! what renown does history grant thee ? Thou,
Roman- like, gainedst
That with the steel, which with gold, Tyrian-like
then thou didst rule !



THE KNIGHTS OF MALTA.

NoBiiY, in truth, ye are cloth'd by the Cross's equio
meut so dreaded,
Wheu ye, the lions in fight, Acctin find Rhodus pro-
tect, —

Wlien through the Syrian deserts ye guide the sorrow-
ing pilgrim,
And, with the Cherubim's sword, stand o'er the Sa-
viour's blest tomb

but a glory still nobler surrounds ye, — the garb of the
liurser.



GKKMAN FAITH. 221

When ye, tbo lions iu fight, sons (<i the race b<> re-
nowu'd,
Servo at tlio bed of the sick, nfreshmcnt prepare for
the thirsty, —
When ye perform tho mean rites Christian-like mercy
enjoins.
Glorious Faith of the Cross ! thon only iu one wreath
uniteet
Those two flourishing palms, Meekness «n<l Valor, at
once 1



GERMAN FAITH."

Once for the sceptre of Germany, fought with Bavarian
Louis
Fred'rick of Hapsburg descent, both being call'd to
the throne.
But the envious fortune of war deliver'd the Austrian

Into the hands of the foe, who overcame him iu fight.
With the throne he purchas'd his freedom, pledging his
honor
. For the victor to draw 'gainst his own people his
sword ;
But what he vow'd when iu cbams, when free he could
not accomplish.
So, of his own free accord, i)ut on his fetters again.
Deeply mov'd his foe embraced him, — and from thence-
forwai-d
As a friend with a friend, pledg'd they the cup at the
feast ;
Arm-in-ann, the princes on one couch slumber'd to-
gether,
Wliile a still bloodier hate sever'd the nations a^iart.
'Gflinst the army of Fred'rick, Louis now went, and be-
hind him
Left the foe he had fought, over Bavaria to watch.
" Ay, it is true ! 'Tis i-eally true ! I have it iu writing ! ''
Thus did the Pontifex cry, when he first heard of the
news.



* yor this Ititeresting efory see Cox's "House of Austria," vol. i.,
pp. 87-98 (BoUn's Standard Library.)



222

COLUMBUS.

On, thou pailor undaunted ! Though shallow witlings
deride thee,
And though tlie steersman his hand carelessly drops
from the helm.
On, still on, tow'rd the West ! 'Tis there that the coast
will first greet thee,
For to thy reason it lies clear and distinct even now.
Trust to the guiding God, and follow the world's silent
ocean !
And though as yet never seen, lo ! it ascends from
I the flood !
With the intellect Natiire standeth in union eternal :
And what is promis'd by one, that will the other fulfil.



POMPEII AND HERCULANEUM.

What strange wonder is this ? Our prayer to thee was
for water.
Earth ! What is this that thou now send'st from thy
womb in reply ?
[n the abyss is there life ? Or hidden under the lava
Dwelleth some race now unknown ? Does what hath
fled e'er return ?
Grreets and Romans, oh come ! Oh, see the ancient
Pompeii
Here is discover'd again, — Hercules' town is rebuilt !

Gable on gable arises, the roomy portico opens

Wide its halls, so make haste, — haste ye to fill it with
life!
Open, too, stands the spacious theatre, let, then, the
people.
Like a resistless flood, pour through its sevenfold
mouths !
Mimes, where are ye ? Advance ! Let Atridcs finish
the rites now
He liad begun, — let the dread chorus Orestes pursue !
Whither leads yon triumphal arcli ? Perceive ye the
forum ■?
What are those figures that sit on the Curulian chair ?



POMPEII AND IIERCULANErM. 22'\

Lictors ! prop' do witli your fasces, — and let the Piffitor
in jiuLf^niK lit
Sit, — let the Avitness come forth ! let the accuser nn-
poar !
Cleanly streets spread around, aiid with a loftier pave-
ment
Does the contracted patli Aviud close to the houses'
long row ;
"Wliile. to protect tliein, the roofs in'otinide, — and tho
handsome apiirtments
llound tlio now desolate court peacefully, fondly are
ranged.
Hasten to open the shops, and the gateways that long
have heen ehok'd u}),
And let the biiglit light of day full on the desolate
night !
See how around the edge extend the bonelios so graceful,
And how the fi(jor rises np, glitt'ring Avith many-huecl
stone !
Freshly still shines the wall A\ith colors InuTjing and
glowing !
Where is the artist ? His brush he has but now laid
aside.
Teeming Avitli swelling fruits, and flowers dispos'd in fair
order.
Chases the brilliant festoon ravishing images there.
Here, with a basket full-laden, a Cupid gaily is dancing,
Genie industrious tlicre tread out the pnii)le-dyed
Avine.
High there the Bacchanal dances and here she calmly is
sleeping,
"Wliile the listening Faun has not yet sated his eyes ;
Here she puts to flight the swift-footed Centaur, sus-
l^ended
On one knee, and, the Avhile, goads Avith the ThjTsus
his steps.



Boys, why tan-y ye ? Quick ! The bcanteous A'ossels
still stand there ;
Hasten, ye maidens, and ])our into the Etrurian jr.r !
Does not the tripod stand lu i.', on sphinxes gniceful and
Avinged ?
Stir np the fire, ye slaves ! Haste to make ready th»
heai'th 1



2^ Tiifi itiA©,

Go and buy ; Here is money tliat's coined by Titus tJit,
Mighty;
Still ai'e the scales lying here ; not e'en one "weight has
been lost.
Place the burning lights in the branches so gracefully
fashiou'd,
And with the bright-shining oil see that the lamp is
supplied !
What does this casket contain ? Oh, see -what the bride-
groom lias sent thee !
Maiden ! 'Tis buckles of gold ; glittering gems foi
thy dress.
Lead the bride to the odorous bath, — here still are the
unguents ;
Paints, too, are still lying here, filling the hollow-shap'd
vasG.

But where tarry the men ? thf elders ? In noble museum
Still lies a heap of strange rolls, treasui-es of infinite
•worth !
Styles, too, are here, and tablets of wax, all ready for
writing ;


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