do the rest,
And soon will knit the bone to fit, as good as very best.

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_CASTLE WONDERFUL_.

I know a castle, curious,
Of lovely form and make;
That we may view the castle through,
A hasty peep we'll take.

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The framework of my castle proud,
Is neither wood nor stone,
But earthy matter mixed with lime
And hardened into bone.

This frame, of oddments is composed,--
In mind, the number fix,--
Of long and short and thick and thin,
Two hundred just, and six.

And these are fastened each to each,
By hinges, like, or joints,
Which, with an oil so soft and pure,
The Builder wise, anoints.

For garnishing this goodly frame,
Quaint cushions, large and small,
Are fitly fashioned, each in place,
And pliant, one and all.

For cushion covers, deftly wrought,
A scarf so beautiful,
So pinkish-white, so loose yet tight,
So warm and yet so cool;

Upon the smoothly rounded roof
Is strewn the finest floss,
A filmy veil, as soft as silk,--
Or is it fairy moss?

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Two windows hath this castle fair,
That shut and open wide,
With cords and pulleys, curtains fringed,
And fixtures fine beside.

These wondrous windows even smile
And speak and fairly dance,
And play at anger, hate, and love,
And mischief, too, perchance.

These windows, too, are marvelous
In that they let the light
Both in and out for him who dwells
Within, the lordly knight.

Two telephones of wondrous make,--
A door, with guards and bell,--
A ventilator, double-bored,
Aye does its duty well.

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And ah! within, this castle grand,
Is fitted to a T,
With everything that's needful there
For serving you or me.

And strange to tell, this castle builds
Itself, if but supplies
Be placed within the open door,
With watchful care and wise.

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It clears itself too of the dust
And ashes strewed within,
If but the alley-ways are free,
And outlets all a-kin.

And stranger still, this castle comes
And goes where'er the will
Of him who holds the rule within
Shall bid, his hest to fill.

And wondrous more than all beside,
This house the temple is,
Of Him the great designer, God,--
And "all the earth is his."

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Now list, and of this castle grand
A further tale we'll tell,
In language plain, so plai