Hardly you toiled to gain the mountain's side, Then, with the wave to die Ask, and the boon is your's-an everlasting tide! The supply of water to the inhabitants of Loiano, or Lugliano, is one of the many acts of beneficence, for which our countrymen have distinguished themselves on the Continent. The fountain, which is a substantial structure of stone, without needless ornament, is erected in the centre of the village. The spring is pure and abundant. The following inscription engraved upon it records the gift and the names of the donors. QVESTA FONTE A COMMODO PVBLICO FECERO GLI VOMINI DELLA SEZIONE DI LVGLIANO, A PROPRIE SPESE E CO' DONI DI LORD SANDON E DI LADY BUTE, A. D. 1825. Attinga il passagier la limpid' onda, E Generosi Donatori Rammenti. VERONA. JULIET'S TOMB. WOE UNTO THEM THAT CALL EVIL GOOD, AND GOOD EVIL; THAT PUT DARKNESS FOR LIGHT, AND LIGHT FOR DARKNESS, THAT PUT BITTER FOR SWEET, AND SWEET FOR BITTER.-ISAIAH V. 20. I STOOD beside the open tomb Lighting the damp vault's midnight gloom, Like a bright and sunny ray The spirit of my boyhood rose, Yet no!-for ever fled the hour, When even Shakespeare's spell had power My eye was on the tomb-my soul Far o'er the ocean fled, And sought, beyond the world's control, Where one, her friends' beloved care, As Juliet fond, as Juliet fair, I never see a beauteous flower I never see the pallid brow Tho' like a blighted rose, her form And o'er her full-blown bloom the storm She clung not to the strings of life, But watched, with meek and quiet eye, Long seemed the hour, as, year by year, And many a branch, erst dry and sear, And many a bird, in many a grove, Wondering what voice could check its lay, For her spring's balmy sweets were vain; Yet, 'neath disease's secret fang, While beamed, in visions bright and blest, The golden city of her rest! Thousands roam hither, to bewail The haplessness of love; And, as they list the mournful tale, And picture to the frenzied eye, A fair and timid dove; P While Romeo, in his grief unblest, "Sets up his everlasting rest.1 " Well may they weep, that such a day That youth's proud strength, and beauty's ray, Well may they weep-for gathering gloom And Satan claims his right, Ere the charmed heart God's grace might move From earthly to celestial love! All other sympathy is vain With the souls that sorrowed here- Myriads may throng to feed the sense, The fate, not trespass, fear Yet still the thought beclouds the brow: "How speeds it with the lovers now!" 1 O, here Will I set up my everlasting rest. Romeo and Juliet, Act v. Scene iii. |