And fix thy brave blue English eyes on mine, And from my soul, which fronts the future so, With unabashed and unabated gaze, Teach me to hope for, what the angels know When they smile clear as thou dost. Down God's ways With just alighted feet, between the snow And snowdrops, where a little lamb may graze, Thou hast no fear, my lamb, about the road, Albeit in our vain-glory we assume That, less than we have, thou hast learnt of God. Stand out, my blue-eyed prophet!-thou, to whom The earliest world-day light that ever flowed, Through Casa Guidi windows, chanced to come ! Now shake the glittering nimbus of thy hair, And be God's witness that the elemental New springs of life are gushing every where To cleanse the water-courses, and prevent all Concrete obstructions which infest the air! That earth's alive, and gentle or ungentle Motions within her, signify but growth!The ground swells greenest o'er the labouring moles. Howe'er the uneasy world is vexed and wroth, (WHO said we should be better if like these?) We will trust God. The blank interstices Men take for ruins, He will build into With pillared marbles rare, or knit across With generous arches, till the fane's complete. Such cheer I gather from thy smiling, Sweet! THE SWORD OF CASTRUCCIO CASTRUCANI. Questa e per me.'-VICTOR EMANUEL. I. WHEN Victor Emanuel, the King, II. Gave the green forest-walk on the wall, With the Apennine blue through the trees; Gave palaces, churches, and all The great pictures which burn out of these; But the eyes of the King seemed to freeze As he glanced upon ceiling and wall. III. 'Good,' said the King as he past. Was he cold to the arts? or else coy To possession? or crossed at the last, Whispered some, by the vote in Savoy? Shout!-love him enough for his joy! 'Good,' said the King as he past. IV. He, travelling the whole day through flowers With a sword through the crowd and the flowers. V. "Tis the sword of Castruccio, O King! Very famous. Accept what we bring, VI. 'Read:-Puccini has willed that this sword (Which once made in an ignorant feud Many orphans) remain in our ward Till some patriot its pure civic blood Wipe away in the foe's and make good, In delivering the land by the sword.' VII. Then the King exclaimed, 'This is for me!' And his heart overboiled till it spilt A hot prayer,-'God, the rest as thou wilt! But grant me this!--this is for me!' VIII. O Victor Emanuel, the King, The sword be for thee, and the deed, And nought for the alien, next spring, Nought for Hapsburg and Bourbon agreed; But, for us, a great Italy freed, With a hero to head us, . our King! SUMMING UP IN ITALY. (INSCRIBED TO INTELLIGENT PUBLICS OUT of it.) I. OBSERVE how it will be at last, When our Italy stands at full stature, A year ago tied down so fast That the cord cut the quick of her nature! You'll honor the deed and its scope, Then, in logical sequence upon it, Will use up the remnants of rope By hanging the men who have done it. II. The speech in the Commons which hits you Good efforts,- III. True, you've praise for the fireman, who sets his And doubtful: they may be so wicked! IV. Azeglio, Farini, Mamiani, Ricasoli,-doubt by the dozen!-here's Pepoli too, and Cipriani, Imperial cousins and cogeners; Arese, Laiatico, courtly Of manners, if stringent of mouth. Garibaldi-we'll come to him shortly, (As soon as he ends in the south.) V. Napoleon, as strong as ten armies, You accede to, then seek where the harm is And find . . . a free nation. Suppose Some hell-brood in Eden's sweet greenery, Convoked for creating . . . a rose !— Would it suit the infernal machinery? VI. Cavour, to the despot's desire, Who his own thought so craftily marries, What is he but just a thin wire For conducting the lightning from Paris? |