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I've gazed since then on loftier flowers,
In scenes more richly, grandly wild,
Ne'er found I bloom in Northern bowers
To match Italia's child.
Ah! Mina Dolce! Cars Mina! virgin Rose of Italie!
May I wear thee on my heart, and wilt thou give thy tears to me?
In scenes more richly, grandly wild,
Ne'er found I bloom in Northern bowers
To match Italia's child.
Ah! Mina Dolce! Cars Mina! virgin Rose of Italie!
May I wear thee on my heart, and wilt thou give thy tears to me?
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Suggested by a mourning-locket, in which was painted a winged Cherub, with the motto—"Je veille sur toi, ma mère!"
Je veille sur toi, ma mère!
I hear thy softest sigh of love,
I listen to thy lightest prayer,
And echo it above.
I hear thy softest sigh of love,
I listen to thy lightest prayer,
And echo it above.
