Randolph County journal. [volume] (Winchester, Randolph County, Ind.) 1855-1862, 1860-04-12
From the independent.
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Ter hair was tawny with gold, her eyes with
purple were dark.
Ter cheeks pale opal burnt with a red and
restless spark.
Never was lady Of Milan nobler in name
Never was lady of Italy fairer to see in the
face.
Never was lady on earth more true as wo-
man and wife,
Larger in judgment and instinct. prouder in
manners and life.
She stood in the early morning, and said to
her maidens, Bring
That silken robe made ready to wear at the
court of the king.
Bring me the clasps Of diamond, lucid, clear
of the mote,
Clasp me the large at the waist, and clasp
me the small at the throat.
VI.
Diamonds to fasten the hair, and diamonds
to fasten the sleeves,
Laces to drop from their rays. like powder
Of snow from the caves
Gorgeous she entered the sunlight which
gathered her up in flame,
While, straight in her open carriage, she to
the hospital came.
VIII.
In she went at the door, and gazing from
end to end.
MANY and low are the pallets, but each is
the place OF n friend.'
TX.
Up she passed through the wards and stood
at a young mans bed:
Bloody the band on hisbrow, and livid the
droop of his head,
Y.
Art thou a Lombard, my brotherl Happ,
art thou she Dried,
And smiled like Italy on him: he drcame,
| in her face and died.
X,
Pale with his passing soul. she went on still
TO n second:
lie was grave hard man, whose years b.
dungeons were reckoned.
XII.
Wounds in his body were sore, wounds il
his life were sorer.
art thou Romagnoler Her eyes drov
lishtnings before her.
XIII.
Austrian and priest had joined to doubl
and tighten the cord
Able to bind thee, O strong one.-free b
the stroke of sword.
e XIV.
Now he grave for the rest Of us, using tn
life overcast
To ripen our wine of the present. too new
in glooms of the past
Nv.
Down she stepped to pallet where lay
face like girls,
Young, and pathetic with dying,-a dee
black hole in the curls.
XVI.
art thou from Tuscany, brother and see,
thou, dreaming in pain,
Thy mother stand in the piazza, searchin
the list Of the slainl'
XVII.
Kind rs a mother herself, she touched h
cheeks with her hands:
Blessed Is she who has borne thee, althoug
she should weep as she stands
XVIII.
, On she passed to Frenchman, his arm ca
ried off by ball:
Kneeling.-'O more than my brother. no
shall thank thee for ALL
Each of the heroes around us has fougl
for his land and line,
But thou hast fought for a stranger. in ha
of a wrong not thine.
Happy are all free peoples. too strong to
;. dispossessed:
= But blessed are those among nations, WI
dare TO be strong for the res,,'
|. Ever she passed on her way, and came to
= couch where pined
One with face from Nenitia, white with
hope out OF mind.
XXI.
/. Long she stood and gazed, and twice q
tried at the name,
But two great chrystal tears were all th
faltered and came.
XIII
Only a tear for venice,-she turned as
passion and loss,
And stopped TO his forehead and kissed
as if she were kissing the cross.
XIV
Faint with that strain of heart she NOV
I on then 10 another,
: Stern and strong in his death. And dS
thou suffer, my brother'
, XIV
nOi0luE nis manu- III Ucrcs-Out OF
Piedmont lion
. Cometh the sweetness OF freedom. sweet,
TO live or to die on
XVI
Holding his cold rough hands-'well.
well have We done
a In noble. noble Piedmont, who would .
be noble alone
XVII
= Back he fell while she spoke. She rose
her feet with SPRING
T. That vas . Piedmontese. and this is
Court Of the King
HA Douglas Popular Sovereig
ty Club was organized at Cincinnati
few evenings since.