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328 A thousand Years their cloudy wings expand

Around me, and a dying Glory smiles

O'er the far times, when many a subject land

Looked to the wingéd Lion's marble piles,

Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles!

II.

She looks a sea Cybele, fresh from Ocean,

Rising with her tiara of proud towers

At airy distance, with majestic motion,

A Ruler of the waters and their powers: