Winging her virgin-flight to snowclad pinnacles of Parnassus she
pours her jubilant songs of hope, faith, love into men's souls and
women's hearts.
"May constant happiness attend thee, fair lady, our precious pearl in
Arizona's diadem!"
Though time shall wreath thy raven tresses with silvery laurel, and
with his palsied hand forever stay, in the fulfilment of thy mortal
destiny, the throbbing of thy faithful heart--"Yet shall the genius
of thy lyre with angel-hands reverberate the shining chords through
untold future ages in heavenly strains of resonance and glory, until
the solace of their faintest echoes dies within the last true heart
in Arizona."
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by George Hartmann
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