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Vast, sun-dried table lands, where dust-whirls rise
Like phantom serpents struggling to the skies;
Huge, barren mountains veined with precious ore,
Rich for past centuries, rich for ages more;
Broad, placid lakes where wildfowl feed and splash.
Superb ravines where plunging torrents dash,
Imperial peaks with gleaming snow-crest crowned,
The beacons of a hundred miles around;
Large, fertile regions stretching warm and wide
To meet the ocean bounds on either side;
Grandeur and loveliness in endless show;
Delicious air. All this is Mexico.
