< Poems (Botta)
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TO .
Thou dost not dwell in this dark world of ours,
Where sorrow, want, and crime, and misery reign;
Where famine stalks; where war’s dread tempest lowers;
Where stands the scaffold, and where clanks the chain.
Where sorrow, want, and crime, and misery reign;
Where famine stalks; where war’s dread tempest lowers;
Where stands the scaffold, and where clanks the chain.
But far upon the future’s unreached shore,
The promised land to be our heritage;
There thou, in trancéd visions, dost restore
The vanished glories of the Golden Age.
The promised land to be our heritage;
There thou, in trancéd visions, dost restore
The vanished glories of the Golden Age.
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