He sought but never found
he conquered and he tamed
a wilderness of beauty
a land of flowers named
The only place the vision
was real was in his mind
the fountain's youthful waters
were lost to all mankind
But in his futile searching
he brought along some seeds
of European citrus
to sow in sandy weeds
Today the land of flowers
draws those whose youth has flown
but as a consolation
bright oranges are grown.
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