THE BROWNIES IN ITALY.

There climbed upon the ruins great,

And moralized upon its fate.

Said one: “Upon these doorsteps old
The tale of love was often told,

Here children clustered on the walk,
And round these corners where we talk
Played hide-and-seek and blindman’s-buff,
And scampered o’er this pavement rough

 

To dodge the horse’s iron heels

Or heavy, rumbling chariot-wheels.

The story of the town you know—
How sudden fell that night of woe;
These streets, that often rang with cheers,
Were hid for sixteen hundred years
Beneath the overwhelming load

That old Vesuvius bestowed.

But let us leave the lonely place,

And off to other countries race,
Forgetting not that we must haste
Around the world, nor moments waste.”

   

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