MY NATIVE LAND

MY NATIVE LAND

ROME, Florence, Venice—noble, fair and quaint,They reign in robes of magic round me here;But fading, blotted, dim, a picture faint,With spell more silent, only pleads a tear.Plead not! Thou hast my heart, O picture dim!I see the fields, I see the autumn handOf God upon the maples! Answer HimWith weird, translucent glories, ye that standLike spirits in scarlet and in amethyst!I see the sun break over you; the mistOn hills that lift from iron bases grandTheir heads superb!—the dream, it is my native land.

ROME, Florence, Venice—noble, fair and quaint,They reign in robes of magic round me here;But fading, blotted, dim, a picture faint,With spell more silent, only pleads a tear.Plead not! Thou hast my heart, O picture dim!I see the fields, I see the autumn handOf God upon the maples! Answer HimWith weird, translucent glories, ye that standLike spirits in scarlet and in amethyst!I see the sun break over you; the mistOn hills that lift from iron bases grandTheir heads superb!—the dream, it is my native land.

ROME, Florence, Venice—noble, fair and quaint,They reign in robes of magic round me here;But fading, blotted, dim, a picture faint,With spell more silent, only pleads a tear.Plead not! Thou hast my heart, O picture dim!I see the fields, I see the autumn handOf God upon the maples! Answer HimWith weird, translucent glories, ye that standLike spirits in scarlet and in amethyst!I see the sun break over you; the mistOn hills that lift from iron bases grandTheir heads superb!—the dream, it is my native land.

ROME, Florence, Venice—noble, fair and quaint,

They reign in robes of magic round me here;

But fading, blotted, dim, a picture faint,

With spell more silent, only pleads a tear.

Plead not! Thou hast my heart, O picture dim!

I see the fields, I see the autumn hand

Of God upon the maples! Answer Him

With weird, translucent glories, ye that stand

Like spirits in scarlet and in amethyst!

I see the sun break over you; the mist

On hills that lift from iron bases grand

Their heads superb!—the dream, it is my native land.


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