Richmond times-dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1914-current, 1915-06-06

Truly Italy looked TRANSPORTED. as
Then to the King enthroncd by fate
on the sea. i said in a poem. which to-
day I believe In spirit, to the King OF
the Italians:
Fate chose thee: woe to thee IL thou
fail her"
Heroic necessity appeared to envelop
the young King like an aureole. y
prophecy demanded of him, What will
YOU want on the throne? What height
Is your mark? Are you looking for
ahead?' Anxiously the poem asked.
You know how beautiful is your king
dom; YOU know it's Immune cradle springs
you love its divine set" Ovcrbcaring,
the poem cried to him. open by our
virtue the doors TO future dominions."
But the awakening OF the national
soul was short-livcd. We again fell
into tho hands of aged corruptors. Tho
man whom accused was proved guilty
of treason before the people. Giovanni
Giolitti. whose name to- day every
Italian eXecrates corrupted everything,
dcsccrated everything, reduced the ma
uonnl life to vulgar competition OF
petty interest, base mart.
Year after year of mirey obscurity
passed but the Scnious OF the race
wasn't destroyed. The deep springs
were not dried up Occult life ami
mated the nation even under the daily
opprob!um. The inexhaustible spring
OF creative force the nucleus OF latent
energies. subsitcd in our land, for it
stillwas possessed Of such wealth as
10 nourish the germ of highest hope,
mysterious, infallible rhythm OF des-
tiny.
SHAME Is CROWNED
ny SPLENDID TRIUMPH
So much misery. so great shame, so
deep anguish, so cruel cavil, were
crowned by n splendid triumph Sud
denly on radiant spring morning
voice cried out. as In poem of lib
erty: My brethren, we are free"
We are free, we are ready, we are
armed. We are worthy OF our destinies.
The King, chosen by fate on that day
ana morning. is not exalted by fate
In tho day victory was forecast 1t had
not erred. the invocation had proved
true: From red blood let dawn
arise"
From our red blood shall the purple
dawn arise, for our soul. the soul with
in each individual breast Of our race
And this King shows himself worthy
Of his fortune. On the battle field he
pected of descendant of Emanuel
and tho Uncomfortable Charles Eman-
ucl L., who returned to the King of
Spain tho insignia of the Order of the
Golden Fleece with these proud words:
II wish for no bonds or honor from
one who threatens me with chains"
The King OF Italy is with his SOL
d!crs. lie Is continually at the front.
whore the ebb and row OF our purcst
blood beats fastest. 1t is TO him an
untold JOY to feel every day the force,
courage and virtue of his whole peo-
pie flowing eagerly toward the spot
where the danger is greatest, the hard
ships most trying. He is not a theat-
rical Emperor of babarians, not
leader OF fierce land kncchte, but
Latin King, simple, serene and full of
soul with soul with
his soldiers. The other day on the
line OF fire a she'll burst at distance
Of few yards from the King. He
threw himself on the ground like any
of his soldiers Remaining unscathed.
he jumped up smiling, covered with
soil which is already free: which will
remain ours for all time. Amidst
cheers Of his soldiers. he cried: Viva
I1talia." This cry will soon be re-
pcatcd around the victorious King as
he rides through the streets of Trieste.
Every one OF our soldiers believes
he Will repeat it in the streets OF
Vienna. marching past the battered
ruins of the monument of Tegethon,
viva italia"
For these reasons on that May morn
ing, walking along the alleys OF the
silent park. the King just conve-sed
from mysterious unknown depths the
approach of the rythm OF destiny sur
passing the dream OF their youth, the
expectation OF their fate.