BY WILLIAM H. C. HOSMER.
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An hour of precious romance I owe, my friend, to thee,
And on the wings of Fancy my spirit crossed the sea;
The same transporting magic did to thy gift belong
That sparkled in Aladdin’s Lamp, old theme of Eastern song!
An Andalusian summer clad earth in brightest guise—
Gave dark green to the foliage, deep azure to the skies,
And sternly mountain-barriers up reared their crests of snow,
While palace-spire and minaret flashed at their feet below.