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HÔTEL DU PARC ET DES BELLES FLEURS
LAC DE CHAN, MONTANA
We left the vale where Rhone's grey waters flow,
Past sun-baked mounds and ruined castle halls,
Hot cliffs scored deep with waterless waterfalls,
And striped with burning harvest far below,
Up through the dusty vineyards, toiling slow,
Up through the forest where no songbird calls,
Up till the Weisshorn over mountain walls
Gleamed, and Valaisian Alps shone all aglow;
Past sun-baked mounds and ruined castle halls,
Hot cliffs scored deep with waterless waterfalls,
And striped with burning harvest far below,
Up through the dusty vineyards, toiling slow,
Up through the forest where no songbird calls,
Up till the Weisshorn over mountain walls
Gleamed, and Valaisian Alps shone all aglow;
And there we found fair meadows dewy cool,
A rolling park where stately fir-trees stand,
Music in storm, and fragrance in the heat;
Where lilies lit the lawn and starred the pool,
And every flower that blooms in Switzerland
Seemed to fling jewels at the wanderer's feet.
A rolling park where stately fir-trees stand,
Music in storm, and fragrance in the heat;
Where lilies lit the lawn and starred the pool,
And every flower that blooms in Switzerland
Seemed to fling jewels at the wanderer's feet.
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