...mournful tread, and dim and tearful eye; He scarce had dreamed that one so pure as his fair bride could die. And sad and long above the throng the funeral anthem rung: ‘Mourn for the hope of Austria ! Mourn for the loved and young!’ The wail went up from other lands, the valleys of the Hun, Fair Parma with its orange bowers, and hills of vine and sun The lilies of imperial France droo...