Seen from the Pincian, than its image fair
Rests in the pilgrim’s heart that in Rome sings
Its Nunc dimittis, whether it hold dear
For Brutus’ sake the city, or revere
The holier presence shadowing with strong wings
The mighty one, earth’s new Jerusalem,
Whose virtue fills her very garment’s hem.
III.
He sees the shadows o’er the valley creep—
Nay, even knows he, through his guide’s clear speech,