TO MY CHILDREN

X E plains, wbere three fold harvests press the grountii Ye dîmes y where génial gales incessant swell ,

Where art and nature shed profusely round Their rival wonders — Italy, farewell.

Still may thy y ear in fuUest splendor shine !

Its icy darts in vain may vvinter throv^ !

To thee , a parent ^ sister , I consign.

And wing*d with health , I woo thy gales to blovr»

Yet 9 pleas^d , Helvetia's rugged brows I see ^ And thro* their craggy steeps delighted roam ;

Pleas*d with a people, honest, brave and free, Whilst every step conducts me nearer home»

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