In the greenest of our valleys
By good angels tenanted,
Once a fair and stately palace—
Radiant palace—reared its head.
In the monarch Thought’s dominion,
It stood there;
Never seraph spread a pinion
Over fabric half so fair.
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In the greenest of our valleys |
Trottoir de l'Élysé'-Palace |
From his slim Palace in the Dust |
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