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THE WAKE OF THE KING OF SPAIN.
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Along these melancholy walls
In vain the voice of pleasure calls:
The horse may neigh, and bay the hound,—
He hears no more; his sleep is sound.
Retire;— once more the portals close;
Leave, leave him to his dread repose.