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My native Genoa! though I thus behold Thy beauty, dimmed and changed, with tearless eye, Think not thy son's ungrateful heart is cold; But know I deem rebellious every sigh!

Hallowed to patriot faith, to counsel high, Glory is on thy ruins!—and my feet, Where'er I turn, majestic traces meet, In thy past perils, of thy constancy!

Doth not brave suffering more than triumph shine? Yes! and bright vengeance on the foe is thine, While thy strong spirit thus unbound remains! And lo! I see fair Freedom, wandering by, Kiss all thy relics, and exulting cry, "Welcome be ruins!—never, never chains!"