The children of another germ of life, By the same laws it bids you train your minds, Sempre vivete, o cari arti divine, GI' itali pregi a celebrare intente. G. LEOPARDI. AN ITALIAN TO ITALY. ALONG the coast of those bright seas, The Pisan and the Genoese, A ship was sailing fast, Beside whose swaying mast There leant a youth ;-his eye's extended scope Took in the scene, ere all the twilight fell; And, more in blessing than in hope, He murmured,-"Fare-thee-well. "Not that thou gav'st my fathers birth, But that thou wert and art The beauty of my heart : Now with a lover's love I pray to thee, As in my passionate youth-time erst I prayed; Now, with a lover's agony, I see thy features fade. |