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The condor, where the Andes tower, Spreads his broad wing of pride and power, And many a storm defies; Bright in the orient realms of morn, All beauty's richest hues adorn The Bird of Paradise.

Some, amidst India's grove of palm, And spicy forests breathing balm, Weave soft their pendent nest; Some, deep in Western wilds, display Their fairy form and plumage gay, In rainbow colors drest.