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The gilding sun-rays beat low upon the house in the valley. All was still, wondrous, calm. For a moment my heart misgave me at this farewell. The next, in sheer excitement—the cold sweet air, the height, the morning, a few keen beckoning stars—I broke into a kind of Indian war-dance in the thin dewy grass, and then, with a last wave of my hand, like Mr. Nahum himself, I set off at a sharp walk on the journey that has not yet come to an end.

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This is the Key of the Kingdom:

In that Kingdom is a city;

In that city is a town;

In that town there is a street;

In that street there winds a lane;

In that lane there is a yard;

In that yard there is a house;

In that house there waits a room;

In that room an empty bed;

And on that bed a basket—

A Basket of Sweet Flowers:

Of Flowers, of Flowers;

A Basket of Sweet Flowers.

Flowers in a Basket;

Basket on the bed;

Bed in the chamber;

Chamber in the house;

House in the weedy yard;

Yard in the winding lane;