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151 He told of the Magnolia, spread

High as a cloud, high over head!

The Cypress and her spire,

—Of flowers that with one scarlet gleam

Cover a hundred leagues, and seem

To set the hills on fire.

The Youth of green savannahs spake,

And many an endless, endless lake,

With all its fairy crowds

Of islands, that together lie

As quietly as spots of sky

Among the evening clouds.

And then he said "How sweet it were

A fisher or a hunter there,

A gardener in the shade,

Still wandering with an easy mind

To build a household fire, and find

A home in every glade!