| CAROL, every violet has | |
| Heaven for a looking-glass! | |
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| Every little valley lies | |
| Under many-clouded skies; | |
| Every little cottage stands | 5 |
| Girt about with boundless lands. | |
| Every little glimmering pond | |
| Claims the mighty shores beyond— | |
| Shores no seamen ever hailed, | |
| Seas no ship has ever sailed. | 10 |
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| All the shores when day is done | |
| Fade into the setting sun, | |
| So the story tries to teach | |
| More than can be told in speech. | |
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| Beauty is a fading flower, | 15 |
| Truth is but a wizard's tower, | |
| Where a solemn death-bell tolls, | |
| And a forest round it rolls. | |
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| We have come by curious ways | |
| To the light that holds the days; | 20 |
| We have sought in haunts of fear | |
| For that all-enfolding sphere: | |
| And lo! it was not far, but near. | |
| We have found, O foolish-fond, | |
| The shore that has no shore beyond. | 25 |
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| Deep in every heart it lies | |
| With its untranscended skies; | |
| For what heaven should bend above | |
| Hearts that own the heaven of love? | |
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| Carol, Carol, we have come | 30 |
| Back to heaven, back to home. | |
