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Perchance upon its terraced heights 

 The grapes grow purple in the sun; 

 Or down its wild untrodden crags, 

 Its broken cliffs and frost-bit jags, 

 The mountain brooks unfettered run. 



I cannot fancy Viverols 

 A place of gaudy pomp and show, 

 A ''Grand Etablissement des Eaux" 

 Where to restore their withered lives 

 The roues of the city go; 



Nor yet a place where Poverty 

 No ray of happiness lets in; 

 Where lingers hopeless beggary 

 Mid scenes of sorrow, want, and sin; 

 That could not be in Viverols, 

 There's life and cheer in Viverols! 



Perchance among the clouds it lies 

 Mid vapors out from Dreamland blown, 

 Built up from vague remembrances 

 That never yet had form in stone, — 

 Its castles built of cloud alone. 



I only, know, should thou and I, 



Through its gray walls of crumbling stone 



Together wander, all alone, 



No spot on earth could be more fair 



Than ivy-covered Viverols! 



No grass be greener anywhere. 



No bluer sky or softer air 



Than we should find in Viverols, 



Together find in Viverols. 



Love, we may wander far or near. 

 The sun shines bright o'er Viverols; 

 Green is the grass, the skies are clear. 

 No cloud obstructs our pathway, dear; 

 Where love is, there is Viverols — 

 There is no other Viverols! 



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