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Across the Andes, Charles Johnson Post
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“The legion that never was listed,”The soft-lilting rhythm and song,The starlight, and shadowy tropics,The palms—and all that belong;The unknown that ever persistedIn dreams that were epics of bliss,Of glory and gain without effort—And the visions have faded, like this.-- (Excerpt from the opening poem, "The Tropics"
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“The legion that never was listed,”The soft-lilting rhythm and song,The starlight, and shadowy tropics,The palms—and all that belong;The unknown that ever persistedIn dreams that were epics of bliss,Of glory and gain without effort—And the visions have faded, like this.-- (Excerpt from the opening poem, "The Tropics"
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