The Harlequin Opal Vol.II
Synopsis
Oh, leave the south, the languid south, Its cloudless skies, its weary calms; The land of heat, and glare, and drouth, Where aloes bloom, and spring the palms. There water is the best of alms, To cool the everparched mouth; Oh, with the breezes bearing balms, Fly northward from the languid south.
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