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Luxuriant
verdure crowns the peaceful
hills
Encircling a glen by nature
blest,
And art's eternal mission
here fulfills
The longing of the heart for
beauty's quest.
Tall columns brought from
Venice by the sea,
Enwrought by artists on
Italia's strand,
With fluted urn and statue's
legendary,
Lend splendor to the terrace
they command.
A fountain, pedestaled by
sculptured swans,
Lies mirrored in a pool with
silver moon;
Verona Columns, loved by
trysting fauns,
And fountain, with the
mocking bird in tune,
How we are haunted, as your
beauty we adore,
By sunny vistas of your
native shore! |
