O! lov'd Italia! Dear home of our childhood!
Ah! with shat joy, we welcome thy shore
Often, in sadness, our fond hearts have ponder'd, welcome thy shore
Often, in sadness, our gond hearts have ponder'd,
Sighing to tread Thy valleys once more.
As we behold thee, still calmly glowing,
Cloth'd in thy beauty, Like some fair bride
All that in, absence, Warmly we pictur'd,
Now, fills each breast With rapture and pride;
Yes, lov'd Italia! Dear home of our childhood!
Thou art my mother, roam where we will
Oh when the mem'ry Of all else hath faded.
We shall revere, And cherish thee still.
Verdi, Giuseppe, "Parigi. O Cara" (1859). Historic Sheet Music Collection. 55.
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