1. Far away dim violet mountains
Fade away from sight,
Flashing from fantastic fountains
jets the liquid light,
Where from Nymph's or Triton's lips,
bubbling waters drip and drip
Bubbling day and night.
|2. Pealed from tower to answering
O'er the city swells,
Ringing in the hallowed hour,
Rythm of bells on bells,
And on wings of choral song,
confluent hearts to Mary throng,
from low, cloistered cells.
|3. On the golden ground of even,
Like a half-way home
On the pilgrim to heaven,
floats St-Peter's Dome.
High, high in the air alone,
Man's dread thoughts turned to stone,
Pinnacled o'er Rome.