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O sweet realm of gold and immortal song
Whose soil birthed that ever-enduring bard
And still to-day summons the pilgrim throng
To bask in your fair melody unmarred,
I sing to you, land of myth and legend,
And beseech your warden, your gaurdian muse,
To guard my pale verses until the end!
O sun-kissed land of wonderment whose
Bejewled shores knew lyrics far greater than mine,
Whose air gave birth to noble and worthy words,
Whose waters long ago fermented into wine
Of the highest vintage for all world!
O wonder whose shores I have been blessed to see
Fill me with the wine of immortality!

July 5, 2005

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