The Sunday herald and weekly national intelligencer., 1890-05-04

Then Nino: "That loud trumpet blast
Sent echoes far and echoes fast;
We heard Italia's rallying cry
TO free our native land or die y
Then every Bourbon upstart throne
Tares by the Great Alliance sown-
The Peoples War-not War Of Kings +
And Garibaldi, whose great heart,
Stung to it's core by every smart
His country felt, led on the way,
Ger plain, thro' marsh, in deadly fray,
Till victory crowned his burning shield
On Palestrinas hard-won field
MilaZzo on that shield is graved;
Calatafma's day it saved
Our hero sleeps; above his breast
His good sword lies; there let IL rest
Twas tempered in flame so bright
No rust of Time shall dim it's light
light that shines to pierce the gloom
Around Capreras lonely tomb!
And Cavour, prince of princely men,
BY bold and diplomatic pen
Engages with the mightier powers
When the Crimean war-coud lowers,
That Roman aim shall speed such darts
AS transfix cruel Cossack hearts!
He, right arm of Emmanuel,
The patriot King he served so well,
Heard Italy's loud pBans roll
Thro' crumblings of Sevastopol!
He welded forces of the State,
And left our land regenerate!
o Garibaldi. Mazzinl,
And CavOur, peerless Trinity
A Cheftain in the art of war
A Prophet like a herald star
A Statesman born to guide mankind:
Such were the heroes Heaven assigned
To lead the sons OF Roman sres
And light anew our altar fires!
Their clarion call to Italy,
From Alps unto Tyrheenian Sea,
Tuscany and Modena heard,
And Lombardy unsheathed her sword;
Naples and Sicily awoke
| To break the hated 'BOmba's' yoke;
| And Venice with her tear-dimmed eyes
Made answer from the Bridge of SighsH"
| "Oh ne'er shall forget that sight"
| Quoth Beppo, ION Superga's height,
| Where sunset glories latest fade,
| And we our King Alberto laid,
| And pledged beside his sacred bier
| Allegiance to his rightful heir!
| Swore that each despot-name accursed !
Swore that each wrong by despot nursed
We would uproot, and loyal bring
| Itala's fealty to her King;
| For Savoy ne'er such faith had broke
AS that pale shade did there invoke!
| And blazoned on historic page
! The world shall read from age to age
! The deeds of our Emmanuel,
| The Peoples King He struck the knell
| OF tyranny-Of alien power
And gave us freedoms matchless dewer
He pierced the battlements of Rome,
! And rested meath st. Peters domei
For him do laurels ever green
| Garland the Arch of Constantine!
| Our chiefs were stars-he, central Sun,
| When ltaly's great cause was wonl
| The scion of a noble race,
| Umberto wears with kingly grace
The crown bequeathed by royal sire
A crown regained thro' blood and fire!
When mountain torrents darkly stain,
In rushing flow, LOmbardia's plain,
Our Humbert mounts the treach'rous wave
His humblest subjects life to save
Ere Sicily's deep wounds yet close
When torn by sharp, conyulslve throes
OF Natures pain, our King speeds there,
Bends low to catch the last. faint prayer
His people breathe; monarch leaps
Each yawning gulf; no Stygian deeps
His soul appall; and yet he weeps!
When Venice the blue sea would wed,
Then tidings from Palermo sped:
| The plague ls here; silent our streets
! With silent dead in winding sheetsr
The royal barge his coming waits
| With princes OF the ancient States;
''Tis here men live !! our King doth cry;
Il go where men unshriyen diep
Just two and twenty years have flown