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GARIBALDI'S PROPHECY.
That Pyramid of Imposture reared by Rome
All of Cement for an Eternal Home
And Shelter, that might shut out Heaven's Dome,
Shall Crumble back to earth again: It must,
For lack of blood to bind it! Every gust
Shall revel in the Desert of its dust!
All of Cement for an Eternal Home
And Shelter, that might shut out Heaven's Dome,
Shall Crumble back to earth again: It must,
For lack of blood to bind it! Every gust
Shall revel in the Desert of its dust!
No matter though it towers to the Sky
And darkens Earth, you cannot make the Lie
Immortal; though stupendously enshrined
By Art in every perfect mould of Mind:
Angelo, Rafaelle, Milton, Handel, all
Its Pillars cannot stay it from the fall!
And darkens Earth, you cannot make the Lie
Immortal; though stupendously enshrined
By Art in every perfect mould of Mind:
Angelo, Rafaelle, Milton, Handel, all
Its Pillars cannot stay it from the fall!
And when that Prison of the Immortal, Mind,
Hath fallen to set free the bound and blind,
No more shall life be one long dread of death;
Humanity shall breathe with fuller breath;
Expand in Spirit and in Stature rise,
To match its Birthplace of the Earth and Skies.
Hath fallen to set free the bound and blind,
No more shall life be one long dread of death;
Humanity shall breathe with fuller breath;
Expand in Spirit and in Stature rise,
To match its Birthplace of the Earth and Skies.
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