The Moon Is But A Candle-Glow That Flickers Thro' The Gloom: The Starry Space, A Castle Hall: And Earth, The Children'S Room, Where All Night Long The Old Trees Stand To Watch The Streams Asleep: Grandmothers Guarding Trundle-Beds: Good Shepherds Guarding Sheep.
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