Beyond this shroud of cloudy sky
Eden, near regained
Unknown hills and valleys lie
Past the vineyards and the plain.
Perched aloft the deep green mount
Horizon rippled by such ranges
That rise and fall in untold count
Lace with creeks over sweet terrain.
When the wind blows to sweep vast skies
Crisp and clear and free,
Beyond the mountains so blue, does lie
Fresh, bold splendor of the sea.
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