ITALY.
ITALY'S SEA.
AVE you ever seen a bracelet Wrought in Etruscan gold,With clasp of Lapis Lazuli, Wreathed in a pearly fold?Not of the sapphire's brilliancy, But a milder, softer hue,As the rays of dropping sun-beam Light up the waves of blue.
Then look at that cerulean sea, Washing the rocky baseOf the green, leafy Apennines, Where vine with olive lace.
