IN FRENCH FIELDS.
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At the sixth time, upon a tower's high crest,
So high that there the eagle built his nest,
So hard that on it lightnings struck in vain,
Appeared in merriment the king again;
'These Hebrews good musicians are, it seems,'
He said, loud laughing, 'but they live on dreams.'
The princes laughed, submissive to the king,
Laughed all the courtiers in a glittering ring,
And thence the laughter spread through all the town.
At the seventh time,the solid walls fell down.
