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"And there are haunts in that green land—oh! who may dream or tell, Of all the shaded loveliness it hides in grot and dell! By fountains flinging rainbow-spray on dark and glossy leaves, And bowers wherein the forest-dove her nest untroubled weaves; The myrtle dwells there, sending round the richness of its breath, And the violets gleam like amethysts, from the dewy moss beneath.

"And there are floating sounds that fill the skies thro' night and day, Sweet sounds! the soul to hear them faints in dreams of heaven away! They wander thro' the olive-woods, and o'er the shining seas, They mingle with the orange-scents that load the sleepy breeze;