Daily Ohio statesman. [volume] (Columbus, Ohio) 1855-1870, 1862-05-25

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whose sons are now on the battlefield Of their country
hghting for Liberty In America as Mrs BrowninU,s h.
roes are fighting for liberty In Italy. God bless ihs
TUsn who moves two nations with one songN Y
Deadl one Of them shot by the sea In the east.
And one Of them shot In the west By the sea-
Dsad both my boysl When you sit at the feast
Ana are wanting great song for Italy free
Let none look at mel
II.
Yet was poetess only last yesr,
And good at my art, for woman, men aaiJ.
But Mts woman, tie, who is agoniEed hero,
Ihe east sea and west sea rhyme on in her head
Forever instead.
III.
Wnat art can woman be good al?
Mhet art 70 she good at. hurting her breast "a
WIN the milk teeth OF babes. and smile at The pain?
an DOys, now you hurtl you were strong as you
And Tprsud, by the teas,
".
What arts for woman7 To hold on her knees
Both darlngs to feel all their arms round her throat
onng, strangle littlsl to sew by degrees,
ana 'Droder the long clothes and neat little coat
10 dream and to d0te.
To teach them--It stings there. made them indeed
epeAk plain the word country" taught then no
That oountry'G thing men should die for at need.
prated Of liberty, rights, and about
The tyrant turned out.
vi.
And when their eyes fashed-0 my beautiful eyes
exuitedl nay, let them 60 forth at the wheels
VI the guns, and denied not. But then the surprise,
When one sits quite alone Then one weeps then one
kneelsl
-aOdI how the house fe,b
VII.
AT frst happy news came. in gay letters mailed
win kisses, at camp-lfe and glory,
And now they both loved me, and soon, coming to be
In return wOuld fan of every fly from my brow
Win their green'laurel bough
VIII.
Then was triumph at Turin. "Ancona was freep
And some one came out Of the cheers in the street
win face pale as stone, to say something to me.
my ouldo was deadl-I fell down at his feet,
While they cheered In the street
bore is-frendS soothed me; my grief looked sub.
Az the ransom Of Italy. One boy remained
To be leant on and walked with, recalling the tImo
"nen tne hrst grew immortal while both Of Us
To the height he had gained
Anu ieeIS sun came shorter, sadder, more strong,
writ now but In one hand. "I was not to iaInt.
One loved me for two, he would be with me ere long,
"And 'Viye Italia he died for, our saint,
who forbds our complaint
XI.
Ny Nanni would add, she was safe, and aware
vi presence that turned of the bals-waB imprest
" was Guido himself, who knew what could bear,
AND now twas impossible, quite dspossessed,
ITO live on for tho rest"
II
On which without pause the telegraph line
Swept smoothly The next new from Gnta-Shos
IeD NE mother. "Ah, ali ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
not "mine."
No voice says ing mother" again to me. What!
fou think Guido forgot?
XIII.
Are souls straight 80 happy that dizzy with Heaven.
They drop EARTH affections Conceived NOT Of wosg
inink not themselves we're too lateylforgiven sas
Through that Love and Sorrow which reconciIed sol
The Above and Below.
XIV.
Christ Of the seven wounds, who look'dSt hro the
dark,
How we common mothers stand desolate, marx,
whose sons not being christ, died with eyes turned
' And no last word to say
xv.
Both boys deadi but that's out of nature, We aIi
nave Deen patriots, yet each house must always keep
one. .-Et 80 'NF
TWere imbeclle, hewing out roads to wall,
and when Italy's made, for what end Is Il done,
II We have not SOM
XVI.
All, ah, sil! when GRta's taken, what thsll
When the iar wicked queen sits no more at her sport
Ine nre balls CT death crashing souls out of en3
When your guns OF Oavalli with hnal retort
Have cut the game Short,
When Venice and Rome Keep their new Jubilee,
When your nag takes all Heaven for Ita white green
and red g.
fhen yoG have your country from mountain to sea-
When King Victor has Italy's crown on bis head,
land / have my Dead)
XVIII.
fhat 'nenl Do not mock me- All, ring your bells
And burn your lights faintlyI-Ay country ia there
Ibove the star picked by the last peak OF snow,
my Italy's herewith my brave civic Pair.
To disfranchse diapair.
forgive me. Some women bear children In strensib.
And bite back the cry Of their pain in self.scorn
tnt the birthpangS OF nations will wiring us at length
Into wall such as thisl-Rnd we sit on forlorn
.s When the man.child Is born
xx.
Of them shot by the sea in the west
And one OF them shot In the east by the sea
,oIhI poth my boys!-If In keeping the feast
afou want great song for your Italy free
Let none look at mel