Once a realm of Indian glory, Famed in Aztec song and story, Fabled by Tradition hoary As an earthly Paradise; Now a land of love romances, Serenades, bolero dances, Looks of scorn, adoring glances, Under burning tropic skies. The stone had its birth in the nurturing earth, Its home in the heart of the main, From the coraline caves it was tossed by the waves On the breast of an aureate plain; And the spirits who dwell in the nethermost hell Stored fire in its bosom of white; The sylphs of the air made it gracious and fair With the blue of the firmament's height.…
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