Daily American telegraph. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1851-1852, 1852-02-06
AMERICAN TELEGRAPH.
From the National Era.l
Ode to Republican Rome.

~ From the National Era.l
ode to Republican Rome.
BY AUGUSTINE DUGANNE,
h 0 Rome! sing to thee! ". .gq
\ cry aloud to thee be free! be free
- Behold my heart rose up , ,.,
Like reused ocean, when upon mine ear
Broke thy high summoning trumpet, loud and clear,
Calling dead Freedom from her shameful bier. u
Rome! the deadly cup
Ofall thy woes, which tyrants filed for thee,
And Holy Fathers bless'd in Papal Palace
Calling the death-bowl heavens anointed chalice-
This cup thou didst dash boldly from thy lips; '@
Dash'd it to earth Thus may God crush the malice
Which would with shameful lies thy valiant decd
eclipse. sa
RoME THE REPUBLIC! From thy Seven Hills
Flashd the red beacon fires of Liberty.
Lo! how the blaze, wide-sproading, flaming, fills
The o'erarching Past with glory! Thou vert free !.
Rome Of RIENzI. Rome of DEoIus! ROME
The name--the Namo of ROME shall hallow thee
As freedoms Homo. a a
O, my heart nevor could believe that men
Born in tho Colisseum's shadow-nurs'd
Amid the tombs Of earth's tremendous giants
Could even sleep 50 long Thank God again
Ye awoke, and stood erect and burst
Your shackles, and hurled back in proud defiance
The gauntlet of your faith at slaverys brow!
It were a lifetime worth to be a ROMAN now
Fear ye yon crownless tyrant who hath flung
The cap Of Liberty from Gallias brow,
And tho FOOLS bells around her temples hung
What though your walls beneath his cannon bow,
And his armed robbers march your shrines among
Rome is still FREE! Her buried soul revives
Her children that were dead have now upsprung,
And Freedoms EUCHARIST gives them countless
lives "~
Poor Imbecile of France! Lo! he would guide
The Phoebus-chariot of nations will,
And rein the steeds of Freedom In his pride,
He would o'erleap his nature, and deride nt,as s.
The elements that raised him, and that still ~
Are surging round him in an angry tide!
He cresting them, as floats some glittering toy
Upon the bosom of an ocean wide!
Laugh, my soul this proud, assumptions boy
Would with our goddess Freedom dalliance hold
Tempting her love with his betraying gold!
Laugh, my soul laugh loud in newborn joy
"The gods first madden whom they would Destroy
sang in joy when Franco,
With the brown hand of Labor, cast her chains
And sceptres in the path of barricades:
sang, as / beheld her sons advance,
Grasping their unstained blades ..~
Which bore the lightning of their hearts and brains
sang aloud the anthem Of the free,
And on my bending knee
Prayed for tho glorious of Liberty!
But France hath stopped to shame,
Selling her brthrght for a tyrants name;
And Rome must now do battle for the world
Rome the great Heart of Nations, by whose throes
The tide of Freedoms lifc-blood must be hurled
Through Europes arteried corpse, until it glows
With life to feel and to avenge its woes
Once, with the wondering patriots of all earth
Haing your Freedoms birth
Ye blessd the Pope of Rome
Ye bless'd him that with vision free and earnest
He had looked forward to the coming light:
Ye hailed him as the hoest and sternest
OF all mans champions battling for the Right
Battling against old Europe's kingly might.
But soon ye tore from of his brow its screening,
And saw the monarch in your worship'd Pope!
His human words ye found with royal meaning
Truth to the ear, but falsehood to the hope,
Then, with the strength which had been crush'd so
long,
Ye rose and smoto your wrong
Men of old Rome still be your souls undauntcd!
Still to the world fling out your proud example!
Lo the eternal seed which ye havo planted
Banyan-like shall arise, and top the skies,
And in its awful PRIDE shall arch with branches wide
The desert earth which kings now madly trample
MAzzINr, lofty champion of the free!
Thy namo will yet fash sunlight DER our hearts
Thou AvEzZANA! Rome shall hallow thee
When Casars memory from the world departs
Brave GARRIBALDI never shall thy knee
Bend to the charming Of a tyrants arts,
GIor;ons Anostles Freedom's chosen Three