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Fuentes once harboured the Good and the Brave,
Nor to her was the dance of soft pleasure unknown;
Her banners for festal enjoyment did wave
While the thrill of her fifes thro' the mountains was blown:
Nor to her was the dance of soft pleasure unknown;
Her banners for festal enjoyment did wave
While the thrill of her fifes thro' the mountains was blown:
Now gads the wild vine o'er the pathless Ascent—
O silence of Nature how deep is thy sway
When the whirlwind of human destruction is spent,
Our tumults appeased, and our strifes passed away!—
O silence of Nature how deep is thy sway
When the whirlwind of human destruction is spent,
Our tumults appeased, and our strifes passed away!—
