The old soul of this brilliant continent
Has always been of two persuasions
First a new Eden to which all the world's
Rejected could flee scattering the ancient
Languages destroying the sacred places
Keeping slaves for freedom's sake
Time's last chance to overcome
Its self-destructive inclinations
For which an earthly paradise
Had been prepared a cheltered
Garden where an orchard hung
Gleaming apples in the sun
In hopes new lovers come
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