The New York herald. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1840-1920, 1859-07-24

BY II. W. LovGFELLox.
Under Mount EtDa he lies,
II is slumber, 1t is not death,
For he struggles at times to arise,
And above him the lurld skies
Are hot with his fiery breath.
The crags are piled on hs breast.
The earth is heaped Oh his head
But the groans OF his lid unrest,
Though smoihered and half suppressed,
Are heard, and be is net dead.
And the nations far away
Are watching with eager eyes;
They talk together and say,
$50 morrow, perhaps TO day,
EnCeladua will arise ~
And the old gods, the ausere
Opprees0rs In their stength,
Stand aehast and white With fear,
AT the onn0us sounds they hear
Andtrembe, and mutter, SAT length;f
All, me tor the land that is soyn
With the harvest Of despair
Where the burning cnders blown
From the lips OF the overthrow
Enceadus oil the air.
Where ashes heaped in drifts
Over vineyard and field aud town,
Whenever he starts and lifts
His head through tue backened riffs
Ofthe crags that keep him down,
See, see! the red light shines
lis the glare OF mis- awful eyes
And the storm Winds shout through the pines,
VI the Alps and OF Aopennnes,
"Encei 'u6 arisel'
The last Of our poems written appears 10 Milan,
= Ao0O, anu s entltIe0-
7HE PLAINS OF LoMB ARDY, AS SEEN FROM THE TOP
OF MILAN CATHEDRAL.
ASPIRATION.
On Gilan's high cathedral towers,
Amid the sCuptured saints, stand,
And look below upon the DO vera,
Far spresdng, Of this glorious land.
su6limely fair On either aide
The spendors rise the beauties glow
the iesty palms. the rolling tide,
The mountain summts robed in snow.
But ts not Nature's lovely face
That bers shall capiivate the mind:
Man Is the genius OF the place,
And claims the tribute OF hs kind.
On Monte Rosa's peaks gaze
And thousand Alps tina, guard the cline,
But think the thoughts Of other days.
And dream the dreams OF coming tnne.
old Mont Blanc, here looking down
Serenely from his sovrnn height
ON all ihs maze OF bower aad TO w,
Rejoicing IN the morning light,
Could hLc perchauce a thunder tongue
To tell the story OF the plain,
since Rome's first copqueror's were young
10 the last ripening o, the gram;
VIA, CORY his,ores be might spesk
What deeds Of infamy recall
What crimes Of Roman and OF Greek,
What shame Of Vandal aud of Gaul
What seas Of gore In warfare shed,
That here made fat the hungry clay,
What pyramids Of human deal,
What murderoas glory passed away
Italia too superbly fair
Oh, metren, beautiful and chAste
10 daily with thy raven hair,
Or loose the pirdle from thy wa!et
10 See thee snii.e with lps impearled
20 clasp thy knees, and 10 ADORE
The Kings aud robbers OF the world
Have fought aud gregtled evermore-
Fought % thy bosom, till II streamed
Alike with blood OF thine and theirs,
And thy polluted eyebails CLEANED
with pabgs OF passionate deepairs.
They smo'e thee cbaipei thee, "a lged thy breath:
They tfampied, booted, on thy charms,
And pierce thee daily to the death,
To snatch thee from q rivas arms.
Obi aspirations OF the wise,
Ohl struggca Of the good and brave,
Shall raise her where she lies
Bleeding, nos breathless, Ia the graveP
Shall no rise with arm OF might
To shield from pupdering priests and Kings
And lift her from he gooU of night
Into the world Of living things2
Rouse tbce, ITALIA Thine alone
The arm 10 free thee and defend
From tyrants on the field or throne;
From open foe or willy friend
Rouse thee, Italia, and thy sons
Though bound and bleeding, thou art strong
And snap the chains OF Goths aud Huns
And all who plot to do the wrong
Rouse thee and, over land and sea
Wherever Freedom brsathes a word
Prints book, prayer for thee
Shall rise. heart spoken and be heard
Thy God thine aid and rallyinp cry
Thy sword unsheathed thy flag unfurled--
Fight the good Ggbt Of Liberty
And stand-the glory Of the world!
Milan, 1850.