There stands a fortress on a hill

To strike the strongest heart quite still

With great grey walls of rough-hewn stone

The strongest castle ever known.

With turrets black against the sky

It stands, in feet, three hundred high

And then a moat around this keep

Is ten feet wide and ten feet deep.

A door of oak with steel bands

Across a narrow drawbridge stands

And in this door is fixed a lock

That can withstand the sharpest shock.

No army could ever take this hold

No matter how many, how strong, how bold

But every lock must have a key

Even that of the door of Destiny.



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