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Wilt thou have respite from this modern life
That wastes thy soul in trade's or fashion's strife?
Wilt thou cast off dull toil and paltry care,
In Nature's free magnificence to share?
Lov'st thou the tales of old, romantic times,
Of wild adventures in luxurious climes?
And soars thy eager fancy far away,
I'll reach some tropic Eden or Cathay,
Where thou in sunny happiness may'st range
'Mid scenes and peoples picturesquely strange?
Fond dreamer, pining thus, why hunger so?
Before thee lies mysterious Mexico.
