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I. of the' Italian heaven! Thou, to whom its fires are given, Joyously thy car hath rolled Where the conqueror's passed of old; And the festal sun that shone O'er three hundred triumphs gone,* Makes thy day of glory bright With a shower of golden light.

II. Now thou tread'st the' ascending road Freedom's foot so proudly trod; While, from tombs of heroes borne, From the dust of empire shorn,