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thou a scene that is not spread With records of thy glory fled? A monument that doth not tell The tale of liberty's farewell? Italia! thou art but a grave Where flowers luxuriate o'er the brave, And nature gives her treasures birth O'er all that hath been great on earth. Yet smile thy heavens as once they smiled, When thou wert freedom's favour'd child: Though fane and tomb alike are low, Time hath not dimm'd thy sunbeam's glow; And robed in that exulting ray, Thou seems to triumph o'er decay; O yet, though by thy sorrows bent, In nature's pomp magnificent;