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The Hall of Barden now shines rich in state,
Her warriors march in triumph through her gate;
The ancient bard upon the rampart stands,
The willing strings obey their master's hands;
With eyes of rapture, loud their deeds he sings,
As if his soul was living in the strings.
All joined the chorus, till the neighbouring wood
Echoed their song to Wharf's fine rolling flood.