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COLUMBUS AND GARIBALDI.
Garibaldi, one of the Triumvirate of Rome, during the Revolution of 1848, is recognised by his republican countrymen, as “the Sword of Italy”—and, if he be not deceived into trusting the Sardinian government too much, may yet rally “L'Italia Giovane” to a new struggle for liberty. God grant he may keep the brave heart that has made him the hero of two worlds already.
Garibaldi, one of the Triumvirate of Rome, during the Revolution of 1848, is recognised by his republican countrymen, as “the Sword of Italy”—and, if he be not deceived into trusting the Sardinian government too much, may yet rally “L'Italia Giovane” to a new struggle for liberty. God grant he may keep the brave heart that has made him the hero of two worlds already.
ON the crowded quays of Genoa
Walk'd a discontented man—
Gazing forth upon the ocean
Far as straining eye could scan;
Fix'd and pallid was his forehead;
And his arms were tightly lock'd
Over the heart that in his bosom
Like a surging billow rock'd.
Walk'd a discontented man—
Gazing forth upon the ocean
Far as straining eye could scan;
Fix'd and pallid was his forehead;
And his arms were tightly lock'd
Over the heart that in his bosom
Like a surging billow rock'd.
Gazed he forth upon the ocean,
Through the clouds of misty night—
Gazed he forth when dancing sunshine
Robed the sea in golden light;
And his lips would mutter strangely,
And his forehead weave a frown,
Whilst he hugg'd his heart more tightly,
As 'twere hard to keep it down.
Through the clouds of misty night—
Gazed he forth when dancing sunshine
Robed the sea in golden light;
And his lips would mutter strangely,
And his forehead weave a frown,
Whilst he hugg'd his heart more tightly,
As 'twere hard to keep it down.
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Gather'd the people oft around him—
Jeering men and laughing maids;
Mocking scorn, and freezing pity—
Nodding chins and wagging heads.
And the gray beards cried, “Good Jesu!
“'Tis a sight should make us sad!
“This poor man has gone demented—
“Poor Columbus, sure, is mad!”
Jeering men and laughing maids;
Mocking scorn, and freezing pity—
Nodding chins and wagging heads.
And the gray beards cried, “Good Jesu!
“'Tis a sight should make us sad!
“This poor man has gone demented—
“Poor Columbus, sure, is mad!”
Like that madman of old story,
Stands another Genoese now—
Fixing on the Future's ocean
Earnest eye and pallid brow;
Throbs his heart with ardent longings,
But he uttereth not his thought;
For the might of his conceptions
In the Future must be wrought.
Stands another Genoese now—
Fixing on the Future's ocean
Earnest eye and pallid brow;
Throbs his heart with ardent longings,
But he uttereth not his thought;
For the might of his conceptions
In the Future must be wrought.
Like Columbus, looks he outward,
Through the gloomy clouds of night,
To a WORLD of glorious beauty
Shining in upon his sight.
Heeds he not the jibes and mocking—
Heeds he not the words of scorn!
For the ACT is in the future—
Though the THOUGHT be newly born.
Through the gloomy clouds of night,
To a WORLD of glorious beauty
Shining in upon his sight.
Heeds he not the jibes and mocking—
Heeds he not the words of scorn!
For the ACT is in the future—
Though the THOUGHT be newly born.
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Garibaldi! mount thine ocean!
Grasp the helm, and sway the bark!
Onward, O thou Genoese sailor!
Freedom is thy glorious mark.
Golden lands gave old Columbus
To the grasping kings of Spain!
Thou mayst win thy country's birthright—
Freedom for Italia gain!
Grasp the helm, and sway the bark!
Onward, O thou Genoese sailor!
Freedom is thy glorious mark.
Golden lands gave old Columbus
To the grasping kings of Spain!
Thou mayst win thy country's birthright—
Freedom for Italia gain!
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