MAZZINI.
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Then we may know our little ones have run
Away for just one moment, from their play
In heavenly gardens, and in their old way
Are walking by our side, and one by one,
At all sweet things beneath the earthly sun,
Are pointing joyfully,
And calling us to see!
Away for just one moment, from their play
In heavenly gardens, and in their old way
Are walking by our side, and one by one,
At all sweet things beneath the earthly sun,
Are pointing joyfully,
And calling us to see!
Ah! when we learn the spirit sound and sign,
And instantly our angels recognize,
No weariness can tire, no pain surprise
Our souls rapt in the intercourse divine,
Which God permits, ordains, across the line,
The changeless line which bars
Our earth from other stars.
And instantly our angels recognize,
No weariness can tire, no pain surprise
Our souls rapt in the intercourse divine,
Which God permits, ordains, across the line,
The changeless line which bars
Our earth from other stars.
MAZZINI.
HAT he is dead the sons of kings are glad;And in their beds the tyrants sounder sleep.
Now he is dead his martyrdom will reap
Late harvest of the palms it should have had
In life. Too late the tardy lands are sad.
His unclaimed crown in secret they will keep
For ages, while in chains they vainly weep,
And vainly grope to find the roads he bade
Them take.
O glorious soul! there is no dearth
Of worlds. There must be many better worth
Thy presence and thy leadership than this.
No doubt, on some great sun to-day, thy birth
Is for a race, the dawn of Freedom's bliss,
Which but for thee it might for ages miss.
