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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.
