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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=115353" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Viva Italia!</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=115353" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Italia, in thy bleeding heart<br> I thought e'en hope was dead;<br> That from thy scarred and prostrate form<br> The spark of life had fled.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=115353" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> I thought, as memory's sunset glow<br> Its radiance o'er thee cast,<br> That all thy glory and thy fame<br> Were buried in the past.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=115353" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> Twice Mistress of the world, I thought<br> Thy star had set in gloom;<br> That all thy shrines and monuments<br> Were but thy spirit's tomb---</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=115353" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> The mausoleum of the world,<br> Where Art her spoils might keep;<br> Where pilgrims from all shrines might come,<br> To wonder and to weep.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=115353" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> But from thy deathlike slumber now,<br> In joy I see thee wake<br> And over thy long shrouded sky<br> Behold the morning break.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=115353" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> Along the Alps and Apennines<br> Runs an electric thrill;<br> A golden splendor lights once more<br> Each storied vale and hill.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=115353" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> And hopes, bright as thy sunny skies,<br> Are o'er thy future cast;<br> The future that upon thee beams,<br> As glorious as thy past.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Anne+Lynch+Botta">Anne Lynch Botta</a></strong> from <em><a href="http://sources.citatepedia.com/from.php?a=Anne+Lynch+Botta&d=Poems">Poems</a></em></div>

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