In boundless prairies, blooming fair and soft;
In mantling vines that teem with clusters blue;
And as the sunny south upon us breathes—
In orange groves that scent the balmy air,
And tempt soft summer with its fragrant wreaths,
Throughout the year to be a dweller there.
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These of the past their whispered lore unfold,
And fertile fancy with its wizard art,
May weave wild legends, as the seers of old