TO MY CHILDREN

Ye plains, where three-fold harvests press the ground, Ye climes, where génial gales incessant swell,

Where art and nature shed profusely round Their rival wonders — ^Italy, fareweU !

StiU may thy year in fuUest splendor shine !

Its icy darts in vain may winter throw!

To thee, a parent, sister, I consign ;

And wing'd with health, I woo thy gales to blow.

Yet, pleas'd Helvetia s rugged brows I see, And thro' their craggy steeps delighted roam ;

(*) Geor^^îna Cavendish, duchesse de Devonshire, auteur de ces belles stances, fut célèbre par sa beauté, par les a(jréments de son esprit , et la noblesse de son caractère. «Peu de femmes, disent ses bio^^raplies, ont joui d'une

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PASSAGE