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rome from the ripetta.
Mazzini! in thy sad and exiled home,
Arise! that light sheds aureole on thy brow;
August, yet erring dreamer, o'er thy Rome
Exulting waves the badge of Freedom now.
Arise! that light sheds aureole on thy brow;
August, yet erring dreamer, o'er thy Rome
Exulting waves the badge of Freedom now.
Like Simeon, breathe one deep exulting prayer,
And turn with folded hands to yonder dome,
'Where shines amid: the stars yon cross in air,
Epiphany of hope to thee and Rome!
And turn with folded hands to yonder dome,
'Where shines amid: the stars yon cross in air,
Epiphany of hope to thee and Rome!
