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FRANCISCO MARTINEZ DE LA ROSA.
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Maids of the Henil! dark ye be;
But ne'er would I exchanged resign
Your charms for all that here I see,
Proud Albion shows, of brows that fine
Ev'n as the polished ivory shine.
O, father Douro! gentle stream,
Whose sands a golden store supply,
Deign of my heart the wish supreme
To hear, thy sacred margins by,
That it may be my lot to die!
RETURN TO GRANADA,
OCTOBER 27, 1831.
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My loved country! thee again
I come at length return'd to see;
Thy beauteous soil, thy fields where reign
Plenty and joy unceasingly!
Thy radiant sun, thy peaceful skies,
Yes! there extended o'er the plain,