"Song of the Exile" (1852)
["Serenata dell 'Esule"]
Poesia del Conte di Pepoli.
Musica di Wm. Vincent Wallace]]
Romance,
the Words by
Count Pepoli
English translation by
Henry C. Watson.
Music composed and dedicated to his friend
Cardoni.
by
William Vincent Wallace, 1812-1865.
38 c. nett.

New York: Willaim Hall & Son, 239 Broadway
Paris: Brandus & Co.
London: Cramer, Beale & Co.
St. Petersburg: A. Buttner
Viene: Diaballi & Co.
Plate No. 1513
[Source: 1852-690030@LoC]

[Original Italian lyrics]
Nella terra dell’ esiglio
Della nebble tra l’error,
Con le laeri me sui ciglio
Oda Italia il mio dolor.
Oda Italia mio dolor.
Bella Italia Roma Augusta
Sem pr’è teco il pensier mio.
Sei mio nido e suol natio
sei l’e terno mio desir!
Sei mio nido, e suol natio
sei l’e terno mio de sir

It tuo ceil la tuo fanella
Oqui saso, ed ogni gloria
Oqui duit’ ogni memoria
Tut to e sacro al mio sospir
Tut to’e sacro al mio sospir
Roma augusta O mio desio
non sdegnar un mon del cor
Il mio ardente mesto ad dio
E’en incenso dell Amor
Il mio ardente mesto addio
E’un incenso dell amor

Il mio ardente mesto addio.

Il mio ardente meto addio
E’un incenso 
E’un incenso dell amor.


[English translation]
Joy can cheer the exile never,
Clouded seems the sun to me;
From my heart the tears flow ever,
As I sing my grief for thee!
As I sing my grief for thee
Lov’d Italia! Rome Imperial!
My affections round thee twine;
Native land— lov’d home of childhood,
Still my evry thought is thine
Native land lov’d home, lov’d home
Still my evry thought is thine.

Still to heav’n thy pride ascending,
Ev’ry stone thy glory tells;
Evry grief thy bosom rending,
Sacred in my bosom swells.
Sacred in my bosom swells!
Rome imperia! my souls idol,
My poor song thou’lt no disdain
Though hopes for thee, which onece sustain’d me,
Never more can bloom again,
Never more can bloom again,
Never more can bloom again!

Never more can bloom again.

Now farewell the hopes so cherish’d,
Now for ever, now for ever fare thee well.