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ECHO FROM ITALY IN 1830.
Hark!—'T is past. Whence came that shivering sound?
'T was the blast of tyrants; France is bound.
Still lower bend the knee,
To deeper slavery,
Woe-stricken Italy!
'T was the blast of tyrants; France is bound.
Still lower bend the knee,
To deeper slavery,
Woe-stricken Italy!
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Ha!—Again. A crash like deafening thunder!
'T is the chain of bondage rent asunder.
Exultant Italy,
With clanging symphony,
Sends back the maddening cry.
'T is the chain of bondage rent asunder.
Exultant Italy,
With clanging symphony,
Sends back the maddening cry.
Hark!—A shout of hosts comes o'er the sea!
'T is the rout of tyrants; France is free.
The shout of victory,
Of joy and liberty,
Resounds through Italy.
'T is the rout of tyrants; France is free.
The shout of victory,
Of joy and liberty,
Resounds through Italy.
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