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For thou, when all around thee lay Chain'd in the slumbers of decay; So sunk each heart, that mortal eye Had scarce a tear for liberty; Alone, amidst the darkness there, Couldst gaze on Rome—yet not despair!7

'Tis morn, and Nature's richest dyes Are floating o'er Italian skies; Tints of transparent lustre shine Along the snow-clad Apennine; The clouds have left Soracte's height, And yellow Tiber winds in light, Where tombs and fallen fames have strew'd The wide Campagna's solitude. 'Tis sad amidst that scene to trace Those relics of a vanish'd race; Yet o'er the ravaged path of time, Such glory sheds that brilliant clime, Where nature still, though empires fall, Holds her triumphant festival; E'en Desolation wears a smile, Where skies and sunbeams laugh the while;