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SPAIN.
Land of the forest, land of the mountain!
Land of the river, the hill, and the fountain!
Where the cork, and the citron, and olive trees bloom—
Land where the vine wreathes its leaves into bowers,
Where orange and lemon shed gold with their flowers,
As the summer gale woos them to yield their perfume.
Land, where of old, the cross and the crescent,
With hatred unquenched, and with fury incessant,
Their bright banners advanced o'er the red battle plain;
Where Araby poured forth its hordes like a flood,
Where the bright mountain-torrents ran crimson with blood,
And the proud Moslem reigned o'er the Christian domain.
