And often, a long exile worn away,
Sentence of sudden death arrived to show
They were remember'd by their enemies.
O Earth! all bathed with blood and tears, yet never
Hast thou ceased putting forth thy fruit and flowers;
And hast thou then no pity for mankind?
Can thy maternal breast receive again
Their dust, and yet not throb?L. E. L.
* "La tour de la patrie." Patrie can scarce be rendered by a single word: "native land" perhaps best expresses the ancient patria.—L. E. L.
† Minturno.
‡ "Ils sont consolés par l’apothéose." This is the only instance in which I have not given, as nearly as possible, the English word that answered most exactly; but I confess one so long as "apotheosis" fairly baffled my efforts to get it into rhythm. It is curious to observe how many Pagan observances were grafted on the Roman Catholic worship. Canonization is but a Christian apotheosis,—only the deceased turned into saints instead of gods.—L. E. L.
§ Caprea
