a legend of the south.
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And soon within a noble ship,
Upon a bounding sea,
He came unto our own fair land,
The beautiful, the free!
Upon a bounding sea,
He came unto our own fair land,
The beautiful, the free!
And here upon our Southern shore,
Where breezes softly play,
'Mid orange bowers almost as fair
As those of Italy.
Where breezes softly play,
'Mid orange bowers almost as fair
As those of Italy.
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.
