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ARUIVAL AT PARIS. 243

��Silvered our weary caravan, that wrought Untiring, night and day, until the towers Of fair St. Denis, where the garnered dust Of many a race* of Gallic monarchs sleeps, Gleamed through the misty morning, and we gained The gates of Paris.

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