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Rh Are graven in all foreign hearts ; but she His mother, England, slow and last to wake, Needs raise the votive shaft for her fame’s sake: Hers is the shame if such forgotten be! May, 1875.

a background of pale gold I would trace with quaint design, Penciled fine, Brilliant-colored, Moorish scenes, Mosques and crescents, pages, queens, Line on line, That the prose-world of to-day Might the gorgeous Past’s array Once behold. On the magic painted shield Rich Granada s Vega green Should be seen ; Crystal fountains, coolness flinging, Hanging gardens skyward springing Emerald sheen ; Ruddy when the daylight falls, Crowned Alhambra s beetling walls Stand revealed ;