In millions of acres in Italy are
growing trees of fig,
pendant jewels hanging from twigs,
green and silver olive groves,
attracting birdflocks in winged droves,
trellised vines of grape
which with green
Mother Earth drape,
orchards of apple,
datepalms,
conferring on all their free alms,
hazelnut trees,
pouring forth serenity.
tomato and eggplant vines..
of God's giving the holy shrines,
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