Across the Andes

Whilst the greatest effort has been made to ensure the quality of this text, due to the historical nature of this content, in some rare cases there may be minor issues with legibility. HE legion that never was listed, The soft-lilting rhythm and song, The starlight, and shadowy tropics, The palms — and all that belong; The unknown that ever persisted In dreams that were epics of bliss, Of glory and gain without effort And the visions have faded, like this.