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Land of melody!
Tuneful Italy!
To thy enchanting balmy vales belong
The spirit and the soul of melting song;
They breathe, they dwell with thee—
Floating thy bowery myrtle groves among,
Echoes of long past poesy.
Land of melody!
Tuneful Italy!
Each ruined palace and each classic shrine,
Filled with man's works, yet more than half divine,
Swells the rapt heart with extasy.
The sculptor's work, the painter's bold design
Were both inspired by thee.
