Note 535 — BOOK II[446]
Alexander Teixeira de Mattos translation
"Alps, ye have not by my hard fate been torn! On you time leaves no sign; The years have lightly by your brows been borne That heavy weigh on mine.
When first across your rugged walls I passed, Dazzled with hope's bright rays, Like the horizon, a future, boundless, vast, Lay spread before my gaze."
Italy at my feet, and all the world before me!"—T.