  (BEFORE THE PRESIDENTIAL RANGE.) The sovereign mountains bask in sunset rays, The valleys rest in peace; The lingering clouds melt into twilight haze, The birds their warbling cease; The villagers' hour of welcome sleep is near, The cattle wander home, While wrapped in summer-scented atmosphere, Calm evening comes to roam With gentle pace Through star-lit space, And Morning waits to show her dawn-flushed face. |
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