TO ALMEDA IN NEW ENGLAND.
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BY JAMES T. FIELDS.
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Tell me not of greener mountains,
Far away in other lands,
Nor of “Afric’s sunny fountains”
Rolling over “golden sands”—
These few flowers to me recall
———
BY JAMES T. FIELDS.
———
Tell me not of greener mountains,
Far away in other lands,
Nor of “Afric’s sunny fountains”
Rolling over “golden sands”—
These few flowers to me recall