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Pines on the mountain, palms upon the plain,

Abounding wealth of coffee, corn, and cane, Cactus and yucca of quaint prickly forms, Armed at all points, unheeding foes or storms; Maguey, whose serried ranks fill many a field, That fiery mescal and smooth pulqué yield; Gay birds and insects, countless fruits and flowers,

Bull-fights profaning the sweet Sabbath hours;

Ploughs made of wood, that feebly scratch the ground, Wheat threshed on dirt by oxen trampling round; Tortillas and frijolés. He will grow Acquaint with these who visits Mexico.