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O mother mountains! billowing far to the snowlands, / Robed in aerial amethyst, silver, and blue, / Why do ye look so proudly down on the lowlands? / What have their groves and gardens to do with you?
Theirs is the languorous charm of the orange and myrtle, / Theirs are the fruitage and fragrance of Eden of old, -- / Broad-boughed oaks in the meadows fair and fertile, / Dark-leaved orchards gleaming with globes of gold.