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Spirits dwelling in the zone Of the changeful devil stone, Pray ye say what destiny Is prepared by Fate for me. Doth the doubtful future hold Poverty or mickle gold, Fortune's smile, or Fortune's frown, Beggar's staff, or monarch's crown? Shall I wed, or live alone, Spirits of the devil stone?
See the colours come and go, Thus foreboding joy and woe; Burns the red, the blue is seen, Yellow glows and flames the green, Like a rainbow in the sky, Mingle tints capriciously, Till the writhing of the hues, Sense and brain and eye confuse, Prophet priest can read alone Omens of the devil stone.