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And he had chosen well, for on his brow
God poured the chrism of a holy work
And thus anointed he has stood a bright
Ecsample through the changing
CHAPTER II
It was a great change from the splendor, light
And pleasure of a palace to the lowly huts
Of those who sighed because of cruel bondage.
As he passed
Into the outer courts of that proud palace,
He paused a moment just to gaze upon
The scenes 'mid which his early life had passed—
The pleasant haunts amid the fairest flowers,
The fountains tossing on the air their silver spray,--
The statues breathing music soft and low
To greet the first faint flushes of the morn,--
The obelisks that rose in lofty grandeur
From their stony beds—the sphynxes gaunt and
grim,
With unsolved riddles on their lips—and all
The bright creation's painters art and sculptors
Skill had gathered in those regal halls, where mirth,
And dance, and revelry, and song had chased
With careless feet the bright and fleeting hours.
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