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In an iv'ried temple

Stood a little child

With eyes of wonder



Happily it played there

Just a little child

Proud of its treasure



Swift the wings of time,now

Still a little child

Where is its pleasure?



Oh,white iv'ried walls

Bright gilt of roof

Falling asunder



From a ruined temple

Stares a little child

With eyes of wonder



Back from my mirror

Stares a little child

In a ruined temple

Falling asunder.