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DAY-DAWN IN ITALY.
The future that upon thee beams,
As glorious as thy past.
As glorious as thy past.
The laurels that thy Caesars wore,
Were dyed with crimson stains;
Their triumphs glittered with the spoil
Won on thy battle plains.
Were dyed with crimson stains;
Their triumphs glittered with the spoil
Won on thy battle plains.
But for thy Pontiff Prince, to-day,
A laurel might’st thou twine,
Unsullied as the spotless life
He lays upon thy shrine.
A laurel might’st thou twine,
Unsullied as the spotless life
He lays upon thy shrine.
For him might the triumphal car
Ascend the hill again;
No slaves, bound to the chariot wheels,
Should swell the lengthened train:—
Ascend the hill again;
No slaves, bound to the chariot wheels,
Should swell the lengthened train:—
Such train, as in her proudest days,
Was never seen in Rome,—
Of captives from the dungeon freed,—
Of exiles welcomed home.
Was never seen in Rome,—
Of captives from the dungeon freed,—
Of exiles welcomed home.
When, gazing on the doubtful strife,
The Hebrew leader prayed,
The friends of Israel gathered round,
His drooping hands they staid.
The Hebrew leader prayed,
The friends of Israel gathered round,
His drooping hands they staid.
