XLVIII.

But Arno wins us to the fair white walls, Where the Etrurian Athens claims and keeps A softer feeling for her fairy halls: Girt by her theatre of hills, she reaps Her corn, and wine, and oil--and Plenty leaps To laughing life, with her redundant Horn. Along the banks where smiling Arno sweeps Was modern Luxury of Commerce born,[mq][426] And buried Learning rose, redeemed to a new Morn.