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More bleak to view the hills at length recede, And, less luxuriant, smoother vales extend:[bq] Immense horizon-bounded plains succeed! Far as the eye discerns, withouten end, Spain's realms appear whereon her shepherds tend Flocks, whose rich fleece right well the trader knows-- Now must the Pastor's arm his _lambs_ defend: For Spain is compassed by unyielding foes, And _all_ must shield their _all_, or share Subjection's woes.