Voice of the heart; a wife's love-offering . ^ A vijlon of the pajl before me floatsFrom Jweet-tund grove, and Junlit, Jcented Jhore;O Italy, the heart yet fondly doats,Though all it lovd in thee be thine no more ! For that which long my heart had vainly which I ycarnd and pind in Jecret boon I found, in that bright realm of thine,A mind high-Jlrung in unijbn with mine. O Italy, I love thee dearly Jlill,At een the thought of thy poetic clime,The pulfes of the pajl, with their wild ring their rccklejs, maddning, witchingchime !.

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