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 198  For who can see and then forget The glories of my gay brunette? Thou art too bright a star to set— Sweet daughter of Mendoza!

  [Albert Pike was a New Englander, born in Boston in 1809, who settled in the Southwest. The larger part of the time he lived in Arkansas, where he was editor, lawyer, and soldier. After the Civil War, in which he served on the Southern side, he moved to Washington, where he practiced law. There he died in 1891.]

 

Thou glorious mocker of the world! I hear Thy many voices ringing through the glooms Of these green solitudes; and all the clear, Bright joyance of their song enthralls the ear, And floods the heart. Over the spherèd tombs Of vanished nations rolls thy music-tide: No light from History's starlit page illumes The memory of these nations; they have died: None care for them but thou; and thou mayst sing O'er me, perhaps, as now thy clear notes ring Over their bones by whom thou once wast deified.

Glad scorner of all cities! Thou dost leave The world's mad turmoil and incessant din, Where none in others' honesty believe, Where the old sigh, the young turn gray and grieve, Where misery gnaws the maiden's heart within. Thou fleest far into the dark green woods, Where, with thy flood of music, thou canst win 