New-York tribune., 1867-05-02


Prom Naples and the siren-footed strand,
Flash from thy masters hand,
Shine from the middle Summer Of the seas
TO the old Bodea, -,
Outshine their fiery fumes Of burnir~ night,
Sword with thy midday light; ,.
Flame as beacon from the Tyrnehe io"h
To the rent heart OF Rome, -, ,h,oa
From the island of her lover ahd thy Ior"'
Her savior and her sworL -. .
In the , fierce year e the 'inre same anu Vi ''
That vert az lightning svlfter than all wings
In the blind face Of hngsi
- when priests took counsel 10 devise despair,
And princes to f0rswear,
She clasped thee, her sword ana nag Dehef
And staff and shield to her. -.
@ Cafibald; need was hers and gnef,
or thee and Of the chief
And Of another girt In arms 10 stand
A good OF hope and hand, ,.,,.,
As high OF soul and happy, alDet lhdeeo
The heart should burn aud bleed
So but the spirit shake not nor inc pre"s'
Swerye, hut abide its rest. -,
As theirs did and az thine, though rum uohp
The highest wall OF Rome, .,.
Though treason stained and split herlustra water,
And slaves led slaves TO slaughter, -, .
And priests, praying and Staying, Wateheo 1nc P"'"
From strange France, aasl , .
Thy sword and thou stood fast,
TIL new men seeing thee where hcllan waves
Hear now no sound OF slayesl IN,
And where thy sacred blood is fragrant SUN
seeing by that blood one country saved and stained,
Less loved thee crowned than chained
And lars now only than the chief: Tor he,
Father Of Italy
Upbore in holy hands the babe new born
Through loss and sorrow and scorn,
OF no man led, of many men reyileGj
Till 10, the newborn c1lild j.. ,,s,,oon
Gone from between his hands, and IN us plaeo
D Lo the fair mothers face.
Blessed il he OF all men, being IN one
As father 10 her and son,
Blessed Of all men living, that he found
Her weak limbs barred and bound,
And In his arms and in his bosom pore,
And as n garment wore
Her weight Of want, and an royal dress
Put on her weariness.
As in faiths hOasiest histories men read,
The strong man bore at need
Through roaring rapids when all Heaven was Wild
The likeness OF q child
That still waxed neater and heavier as he trod,
And altered, aLd was God.
Praise him, O winds that move the molten ar,
o light OF days that were,
And light Of days that shall be; land and sea,
And heaven and Italy:
Praise him, . storm and summer, shore ana wave
o skies and every grave;
o weeping hopes, . memories beyond tears,
many and murmuring years
o sounds far off IN time and visions far
o sorrow with thy star,
And 10y with all thy beacons; yo that mourn,
Aud ye whose light Is born;
q fallen faces, and q souls arlses,
Praise him from tomb and prison,
Praise him from heaven and sunhghtj ana ye foods'
And windy waves Of woods;
Ye valleys and wild vineyards, ye LIT lakes
And happier hillside brakes,
Untrampled by the accursed feet That trod
Fields golden from their God,
Fields of their gOd-fOrsaken, whereof mono
Sees his face in the sun,
Hears his voice from the floworest WhdefhehhesJ
And, barren OF hrs trcsses,
Ye hays mpluCkcd and laurcls unontwined,
That no men break or b.nd,
And myTtles long fOrgctfbl OF the sword
And olives unadored,
Wisdom and love- white hands that save anu hi"y
Praise him. q gracious might Of dews and rains,
That feed the purple plains,
q sacred sunheams bright as bare steer uraNnI
cloud and fire and dawn;
Red hills OF flame. whto Alps, greehApehnlneh,
Standards Of stormy stormy shows flags Of light leaves,
Three wheTcwith Freedom weaVes
One ensign that once woven and once unfurIed
Makes day OF all world,
Makes blind their eyes VINO knew not ana 0utDraNch
The waste Of iron waves;
Ye fields Of yellow fnllness. ye fresh fountains,
And mists of many mountains;
We moons aud seasons, and ye days and nghts;
We starry headed nights
And corgcs melting snnward froy, the snow,
And all strong streams that How
Tender as tears, and fair as faith, andpure
As hearts made sad and sure
Al once by many snffcrings and one love;
mystic deathless dove
Held 10 the heart Of earth and In her hands
Cherished. o lily Of lands,
o White rose OF time, dear dream Of praises past
For such - these thou vast,
That art a. eagles setting 10 the sun,
A. fawns that leap and run
As sword carYcn with seen floral goid
Sword FOR an armed gods hold,
Flower for "a crCWHed gods iofrIcad-O our Lahu,
Reach forth thine boliest hand,
mother of many sons and memories,
Stretch out thine hand to'hs
That raised and gave thee life TO run and Leap .
THAT onced % S and tang thee with young blood and
when thou vast hard on death.
The poem closes Win an dNtlltsS 10 tlc lutult
,ubc of Italy.
O our Republic that shalt bind in bands
The kngdomlcss FAR lands
And link the chanless ages thou that vast
With England ere she past
Among the faded nations and shalt be
Again, when sea 10 sea
Calls through the wind and light 81 morning time,
And Ihroness cline 20 elmo
Makes utphonnl answer; thou that art
Where one mans perfect heart
Burns one mans brow II frightened for thy sake,
fhine sirosg 10 make OF break;
fair Republic hallowing with stretched hands
The lmitcss free lands
when an mems heads for love, not fear, bow down
To thy sole royal crown,
As thou 10 freedom; when mans life smells sweet,
And At thy bright swift feet
A blOOdless and a bOndlcss world Is laid;
Then, when thy men are made,
Let these indeed u we irsdrcams behold
one chosen of all thy fold,
One Of all things faiicst, one eNalt
Above all fear or fault,
One unfOrgctfnl Of uuhappier men
And MS who loved her them
With eyes that outlook suns and dream on graves
With voice like quiI1ng waves;
With heart tlc holier for their memories sake
Who slept that she might wake;
With breast the sweeter for that sweet blood lost,
And ali the milkless cost
Lady Of earth, whose large equality
Bends but 10 her and thee
Equal with heaven and infinite OF years,
And splendid from qnaNched tears fled
Strong with old strength Of great things fallen and
Divlner for her dead;
ChastG Of all stains and perfect from all scars,
Above all storms aud stars, foam,
All winds that blow through Time all waves that
our Capitolian Rome.