The New Orleans crescent. [volume] (New Orleans, La.) 1866-1869, 1868-06-14

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raiment of a flaming fire;
| And the fierce frultess mountain stairs
Climb, yet seem wroth and 10th TO aspire
Climb, and break, and are broken down;
| And through their clefts and crests the town
Looks west, and sees the dead sun lie
A ssnguine death that stains the sky
With angry dye.
! XIII.
! And from the war worn wastes without,
| In twilight, in the time of doubt,
| One sound comes of one whisper, where,
/ Moved with low motions Of slow air,
| The great trees near the castle swing
! In the sad-cOlOred evening;
| RicOrditi di me, che son
! La PiG-that small sweet word alone
Is not yet gone.
Ricorditi di me; the sound,
Sole out of deep dumb days remote,
Across the fiery and fatal ground
Comes, tender as hurt birds note,
To where, ghost with empty hands,
woe-worn ghost. her palace stands
In the mid city, where the strong
Bells turn the sunset air to song
And the towers throng.
XIV.
With other face, with speech the same,
mightier maiden's likeness came
Late among mourning men that slept;
sacred ghost that wedt and went,
White as the sacred wounded Lamb,
Saying, /" All, remember me, that am
ltalia!' From deep sea TO sea
Earth heard, earth knew her, that this was She
" RicOTditi!"
XVI.
"Love made me of all things fairsst thing,
And hate unmade me; this knows he
Who with Gods sacerdOta ring
Enringed mine hand, espousing me-"
Yea, in thy myriad mooded woe,
Yea, mother, hast thouilot said so?
Have not our hearts within as stirred,
o thou most hottest, at thy word?
Have We not heard!
As this dead tragic land, that she
Found deadly. such was time TO thee;
Years passed thee whitening in the red
Maremma-years that deemed thee dead,
ages that sOrrOwed or that scOrned;
And oil this while, through sll they mourned
Thou sawest The end Of things unclean,
And the unborn, that should see thee queen,
Have we not seen?
The weary poet, thy sad son,
Upon thy soil, under thy skies,
Saw all Italian things save one
Italia; this thing missed his eyes;
The old mother might, the bresst, the face,
That reared, that lit the Roman race
This not Leopard saw; but we
What is 1t, mother, that We see,
What if not thee!
Look thou from Siena southwark, home,
Where the priests pail hangs rent on Rome,
And through the red rent swaddng bands
Toward thine she strains her lsboring hands -
Look, thou, and listen, and let be
All the deau quick, all the bond free;
In the blind eyes let there be sight;
In the eighteen centuries Of the night
Let there be light!
XXX.
Bow down the beauty Of thine head,
Sweet, and with lips of living breath
Kiss thy sons sleeping and thy dead;
That there be no more sleep or death!
Give Us thy light, thy might, thy love,
Whom thy face, seen afsr above,
Drew to thy feet; and when, being free,
Thou hast blest thy children born to thee,
Bless also me =
Ne that, when others played or slept,
sat still under thy cross and wept;
Me who so early and unaware
Felt fall on bent barred brows and hair
Thin drops of the overlooking food
The bitter blessing of thy blood,
The sacred shadow OF thy pain
Thine, the true maiden-mother, slain
And raised again.
xxi.
Me consecrsted, If might,
To praise thee, or to love at least,
o mother of all mems dear delight,
Thou madest a choral-sOuled oy-priest,
Before nay lips had leave to sing,
Or my hands hardly strength to cling
About the intolersble tree,
Whereto they had nailed my heart and thee,
And said, LET bel"
xxxIII.
For to thee, too, the high Fates gave
Grace TO be sacrificed and save,
That, being arisen in the equal sun,
God and the People should be one
BY those red roads thy footprints trod,
Man more divine, more human God,
that where was no light known,
But darkness and daytime flown,
Light should be shown.
Let there be light, Italy!
For our feet falter in the night
o lamp of living years TO be
o light Of God, let there be light!
Fill with love, keener than fame
Men sealed in spirit with thy name,
The cities and the Roman skies,
Where men, with other than mans eyes,
saw thy sun rise.
XIV.
For theirs thou vast, and thine were they
W hose names outshine thy very day;
For they are thine, and theirs thou art
Whose blood beats living in mans heart,
ages fed and dead,
Wherein for thy sake these men bled-
They that saw Trebis, they that see
Montana, they in years to be
inhl kDdl see tne6.
XXXvI.
For thine are all Of us, and ours
Thou; till the seasons bring to birth
/ perfect people, and all the powers
Be with them that bear fruit on earth:
Lill the inner heart of man be one
With freedom and the sovereign sun:
md Time, in likeness of o guide,
cad the Republic as a bride
Up TO Gods side.
The queen Of Prussia and Queen Victoria are
aid TO dislike each other thoroughly. Whenever
hey cannot avoid visiting each other, they con.
der 1t quite an affection. This is ihe reason why
ueen Victoria, OF late years, could never be pre-.
allied upon TO visit Berlin. The old king finds
lore favor in her eyes, probably because he is a
lst friend of bis daughter in-law Vicky though
Nicky," in 1866 came near breaking with the
ing, because she was opposed to the war, and
1anted his majesty TO dismiss Bismarck. She
ook no pains al that time 10 conceal the disgust
nth which the willy premier inspired her. Bat
be has since owned up that che was mistaken In
I'M, and she is now the best friend he has at the
russian court. Her husband, though very good
elbow IN his way is rather weak and generally
I'd by bis wife. Strange 20 say, this young couple