ITALY.
ITALY'S SEA.
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Wrought in Etruscan gold,
With clasp of Lapis Lazuli,
Wreathed in a pearly fold?
Not of the sapphire's brilliancy,
But a milder, softer hue,
As the rays of dropping sun-beam
Light up the waves of blue.
But a milder, softer hue,
As the rays of dropping sun-beam
Light up the waves of blue.
Then look at that cerulean sea,
Washing the rocky base
Of the green, leafy Apennines,
Where vine with olive lace.
Washing the rocky base
Of the green, leafy Apennines,
Where vine with olive lace.