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'Neath this broad dome, night after night,
For many a coming year— 'Neath all the golden, dazzling light,
From yon bright chandelier— Shall come the man, the maid, the dame.
To drink from Pleasure's cup, And see the actor strive for fame,
And hold the mirror up.
The walking thoughts of Avon's bard,
His hero, king and clown, His guileless maid, and bearded pard,
And monk, in cowl and gown, Shall often picture, on this stage,
The passions, loves and hates, Of every nation, land and age
Outside the pearly gates.
The soldier, lady-love and king,
Who came at Bulwer's call, Shall make their gallant speeches ring
And echo through this hall; And birds of song their notes shall trill
'Mid orange groves and palms, And every heart shall feel the thrill
Of music's potent charms.