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of Letters! Mistress of the World! Soil of the Sun! Italia! I salute thee! How oft the human race have worn thy yoke. The vessels of thine arms, thine arts, thy sky!

Olympus for Ausonia once was left, And by a God. Of such a land are born Dreams of the golden time, for there man looks Too happy to suppose him criminal.