Where many a cloud-wreathed mountain blanchesEternally in the blue abyss,And tosses its torrents and avalanchesThundering from cliff and precipice,There is the lovely land of the Swiss,—Land of lakes and of icy seas,Of chamois and chalets,And beautiful valleys,Musical boxes, watches, and cheese.
Picturesque, with its landscapes green and cool,Sleek cattle standing in shadow or pool,And dairy-maids bearing pail and stool,—That is...
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