l'ariccia. death in life.
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A measured chant, which through the greenwood rings:—
"Our vineyard toils to-day are done,
Sisters, let us rest,
Each beside her chosen one,
I on my mother's breast.
Sisters, let us rest,
Each beside her chosen one,
I on my mother's breast.
"For me, no lover's smile e'er shone,
Beguiling where it charms;
I seek it not, I envy none,
Clasped in my mother's arms.
Beguiling where it charms;
I seek it not, I envy none,
Clasped in my mother's arms.
"My love is hers, and hers alone,
Each pulse of hers a part;
My very life to hers has grown,
Linked to my mother's heart,
Each pulse of hers a part;
My very life to hers has grown,
Linked to my mother's heart,
"Ye smile. 'No mother hast thou known,
-An orphan from thy birth.'
Her tender love, ye all may own
Our loving mother—Earth.
-An orphan from thy birth.'
Her tender love, ye all may own
Our loving mother—Earth.
