Beautiful Rome

In a beautiful vale,
Where the rivers unite,
Surrounded by mountains.
Majestic in height,
Where old Alto, superb.
Looks down from his dome,
Is the fairest of cities —
Our beautiful Rome.

A queen of the valley,
She lifts her fair head
To view the rich treasures
That round her are spread,
And invites all the world,
In search of a home.
To come and be welcome
In beautiful Rome.

In her arms are embraced
Great mountains of wealth.
And from her fair bosom
Flow fountains of health;
Whilst two rushing rivers
Lave her feet with their foam,
And ever sing praises
To beautiful Rome.

With her fair, queenly charms
She attracts the world's eyes
With each move of her hand
She awakes a surprise,
For she has but to touch
Her rich valleys of loam,
And their riches fill up
The coffers of Rome.

Yea, she has but to speak,
Or to touch with her wand,
And railroads spring forth
From her magical hand;
Whilst factory and furnace
Unite with a hum
To swell the grand chorus
Of beautiful Rome.