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a legend of the south.
The columbine and lupine wreathed
Garlands, which fragrance only breathed;
And birds of every hue and wing,
Gayly amid the flowerets sing.
No dreary winter visits here,
But spring, sweet spring-time, all the year.
And now my strain is sung to thee,
I'll tell a tale as told to me:—
Garlands, which fragrance only breathed;
And birds of every hue and wing,
Gayly amid the flowerets sing.
No dreary winter visits here,
But spring, sweet spring-time, all the year.
And now my strain is sung to thee,
I'll tell a tale as told to me:—
'Tis said, amid those lovely wilds
A lonely hermit dwells,
Apart from man, and shunning all,
To none his tale he tells.
A lonely hermit dwells,
Apart from man, and shunning all,
To none his tale he tells.
'Tis told by those who near him live.
That many years before,
He came from Italy's fair clime,
And sought our Western shore.
That many years before,
He came from Italy's fair clime,
And sought our Western shore.
Cleft in the hollow of a rock,
His lonely home is made;
The wild vines wreathe their tendrils round,
And form a vernal shade.
His lonely home is made;
The wild vines wreathe their tendrils round,
And form a vernal shade.
