In passing through Italy. I did not fail to note the artistic beauty of Milan. the romance of Venice with its canals and gondolas. the lore and history of ancient Rome. the enchantment of Naples with its resorts of Capri and Ischia. a teeming city without comforts and adequate housing. but whose people still live with a song on their lips and love in their hearts. I did not overlook Palermo. a vibrant city. and its surrounding towns whose people are eager to know when the American immigration barriers would be let down. I could not pass by the opportunity to visit the Vatican City. where a humble and stately figure in white instills peace to all who are fortunate to come within his presence. and who. daily. encourages nations to discard the sword to follow the cross. I was impressed mainly by the fact that Italy is in the midst of revolution. not a political revolution. but an industrial revolution.
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