19^ THE GARDEXS OF ITALY. 
spray. The morning sun, rising from behind the massive block of the palace, streams down with 
silvery magic. Hours might pass before, with reluctant steps, the visitor found his wav down 
the line of the main axis and out on to the narrow side street, characteristic of Tivoli, the rough 
road that will lead down to the great Imperial Villa in the plain, which was both a quarry 
of artistic ideas as well as of materials to the men of the Renaissance. A. T. B. 
I he story of the fallen condition of Tivoli, the ancient Tibur, and its revival in the sixteenth 
century, are proclaimed in a Latin oration of the poet Mureto, which runs almost literallv : 
Years came and went, that joy of other days, 
Tilnir, lay ruined, lost her old-world praise. 
Gone were her streams and orchards, gone the last, 
The stately footprints of lier buried past. 
Those scenes so oft the theme of classic hxy. 
Mouldered, unkempt, unsightlv in decay, 
Weejfing their A'anish’d joys, her sylvan daughters, 
W andered by mourning Anio’s fainting waters. 
wayfarer in Tibur’s lieart might stand. 
And, •• where is Tibur ? ” cry ; so inarr'il the laml. 
That godlike soul, tiie sacred choir's delight, 
Hypolytus brooked not so sad a sight. 
He bade the woodlands dress once more in green. 
With far-flung leafage, wandering o'er the scene. 
He bade fresh well-springs fioze from out the hills, 
And in a breath, forth leapt the new-born rills. 
Saved from the wreck of Time, hail the escape 
Of marbles fair, to Phidias owing shape. 
Brow bound with olive wan. joyful once more, 
Anio pours wealth into the common store. 
Well may those hallowed rills, these woodlands vie. 
In wafting one great name into the sky — 
J.ist to the breezes, murmuring along, 
• Hvpolytus ” is still their tuneful song. 
The classics are full of the fame and prosperity of Tivoli in the days when Augustus held 
summer court in the mountains and Horace entertained at his villa ; but all these glories 
200. — THE TEMPLE OF VESTA .AT TIVOLI. 
