Worcester daily spy. [volume] (Worcester [Mass.]) 1850-1888, 1860-08-20
GQmtester 9ailp Spp.
From the New York Independent.
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From the New York independent
A New Poem.
BY MRS ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING
we announced some weeks ago the engage
ment of Mrs. Elizabeth Barrett Browning ms
special contributor to the Independent: Two
beautiful poems from her pen have already an
Peared in these columns a third is given this
week Others will Immediately follow, in more
rapid succession.
Mrs. Browning is now at her home in Flor
ence, Witnessing stranger sights than ever
from her Casa Guida Widows" The spec
tacle of an unexampled revolution is going
on before her eyes-a struggle in which She is
rs intensely interested as the Italians them.
selves. In one of her private letters she ex.
claims, MAY God keep that hero, Garibaldi !'
prayer to which all true hearts, on either
side of the ocean, will respond "Amen!" Some
OF her friends on this side of the Atlantic who
have derived their impressions of her views of
European politics only from the exaggerated
statements of late English critic, will per.
maps be gratified to learn that she is not
Napoleonist in any partisan sense. CAS- for
the emperor" she says, "there will be re-ac-
ton in time and meanwhile it would be
pity II abstract thinkers, such as you and |
should allow ourselves to be carried away, in
tile panic and passion of Europe, from an est
mate OF the real position. The emperor's far
sightedness in foreign policy produces neces.
sary disagreement with statesmen who do not
see far; and his recognition of the rights of
OF maJorities and of the nationalites being
perfectly understood by the retrograde parties
OF least, these build monstrous barrcades of
impossible calumnies, for the arrest of pro-
gress and the confusion of the world. Will
they succeed in drumming up coalition of old
governments against France? And, in that
case, on whose side will go tie people? These
are questions. But this is a fact that at
home the pope's tyrany is maintained and
abetted by French antiimperialst parties,
means Of opposition to the emperor. "Non his
arms, you would say, ii you were French
professor against the government. Is France
to stir finger, do you think, to get the So
called liberals back to power? Believing in
the instinct of nations"
1t is hardly possible that amid the excite
ments of the last few months, Mrs. Browning's
pen could have set itself to paper, either for
prose or verse, without yielding to the inspir-
alton Of the absorbing events in nations
struggle for freedom. She is the fit and will
ing historical painter of these scenes. The
world has right to expect this work of her
and it will not be disappointed. She gives her
fine genius, her usselfsh heart, her devout
spirit freely to the aid of Italian liberty-going
from England to Italy to make an offering to
the cause Of popular freedom like thai for
which, three centuries earlier, John Milton
quilted his residence IN Italy and returned to
England.
KING VICTOR EMANUEL ENTERING FLOR
ENCE, APRIL, 1860.
KING ofus all, we cried to thee, cried to thee,
1rampled to earth by the stsimpure
Dragged by the chariots with shame as they
roll.
The dust Of our torment far and wide thee
Went up, darkning thy royal soul
Was 1t nOtso, Cayour,
That the King was sad for the people in thrall,
This King OF us all!
King we cried to thee!-stronc in replvinr.
Thy word and sword spTang rapid and sure,
Cleaying our way TO a nations place.
o first soldier of Italy, CRYING
Now grateful, eXutant, we look in thy face.
Is it not So Cayour,
That, freedomt first soldier, the freed should call
- First King of them all?
This is our beautiful Italy's birthday
Generous souls, whether EeARy or fewer,
Bring her the gilt and wisfs6er the good;
And Heaven presents on this sunny eartll-day
The noble King to the land renewed.
Is it not so, Cavour?
Roar, cannon-mOuths!- proclaim, install
The King of us all!
W.
Grave he rides through the Florence gateway,
Clenchng his face into calm, to immune
His struggling heart till it half disappears.
If he relaxed for a moment, straightway
He would break out into passionate tears
lis it not so, Cavouro
While rings the cry without interval,
Live, King OF US ALL"
Cry, free peoples-ho the nation
By browning the true MAINLAND none is true!
Pisa is here, and LiyoTnO is here.
And thousands OF faces in wild eXutaton,
Burn over the windows to feel him near
lis it not SO, Cayour0
Burn over from terrace, roof, window and wall,
On this King Of all.
Grave! A good man IS the graver
For bearing a nations trust secure:
And he, he thinks of the Heart beside
Which broke for Italy, failing to save her,
And pining away by OpOrto's tide.
Is it not so, Cavour,
That he thinks of his on that royal pail
This king of us all!
Flowers, flowers, from the fiowery CITY!
Such innocent thanks for deed so pure
AS melting away for joy into flowers
The nation invites him 10 enter his Pitt
And eYermore reign on this Florence of ours
Is it not so, Cavour?
He'll stand where the reptiles were used to crawl
This King of us all
Grave, ar the manner of noble men is
The deed unfinished will weigh on the doer
And, barring his head to those crape-vaied flags
He bows to the grief of the South and Venice.
Let's riddle the last of the yellow to rags,
And swear by Cavour
That the King shall reign where oppressors fall,
True King of us all
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING.