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THE SPELLS OF HOME.
There blend the ties that strengthen
Our hearts in hours of grief,
By the soft green light in the woody glade,
By the sleepy ripple of the stream,
By the gathering round the winter hearth,
And bless that gift !—it hath gentle might,
It hath led the freeman forth to stand
Yes! when thy heart in its pride would stray
ROMAN GIRL'S SONG.
Roma, Roma, Roma!
Rome, Rome! thou art no more
As thou hast been!
Thou sat'st a queen.
Thou hadst thy triumphs then
Purpling the street, Leaders and sceptred men
Bow'd at thy feet.
They that thy mantle wore,
As gods were seenRome, Rome! thou art no more
As thou hast been !
Rome! thine imperial brow
Never shall rise : What hast thou left thee now ?
Thou hast thy skies !
Blue, deeply blue, they are,
Gloriously bright! Veiling thy wastes afar
With color'd light.
Thou hast the sunset's glow,
Rome, for thy dower, Flushing tall cypress-bough,
Temple and tower!