Upon the velvety moss-grown stone,
Like joyous laughter's ringing tone
Or sporting childhood's merry call.
Up rose the golden morning star,
Brilliant and wonderfully large,
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Above the peak of dim Kiarsarge,
And paused as if for breath, and stood
Upon its brow as if he were
Again the mighty Jupiter,
The king of all of human blood
Of all the teeming earth, and even
Of all the starry gods afar
Sleeping upon the breast of heaven.
Then told a member of our band
A story of enchanted land,
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