 | Sonnets by the Rev. Charles Turner [i.e. Charles Tennyson] |  |
75
THE MARBLE LANDING.
An Incident at Spezzia.
They sunk a graven stone into the groundWhere first our Garibaldi's ship was moor'd,
Whereon an angry record of his wound
Beneath those fair memorial lines, was scor'd;
At night th' accusing tablet was replac'd
By one, discharg'd of that injurious word,
That pierced the general bosom like a sword,
Belied their love, their common hope disgrac'd.
Lie firm, thou latest-written rock! his meed
Of honour should be neighbour'd by no groan
Of party spleen—perish the bitter seed
In the pure marble furrow vainly sown!
Why brand with purpos'd hate a casual deed
That made our hero's noble patience known?
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