27.12.2010, 11:47
THE MARBLE LANDING.
An Incident at Spezzia.
They sunk a graven stone into the ground
Where first our Garibaldi's ship was moor'd,
Whereon an angry record of his wound
Beneath those fair memorial lines, was scored ;
At night the accusing tablet was replaced
By one, discharged of that injurious word.
That pierced the general bosom like a sword,
Belied their love, their common hope disgraced.
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 purposed hate a casual deed
That made our hero's noble patience known ?
An Incident at Spezzia.
They sunk a graven stone into the ground
Where first our Garibaldi's ship was moor'd,
Whereon an angry record of his wound
Beneath those fair memorial lines, was scored ;
At night the accusing tablet was replaced
By one, discharged of that injurious word.
That pierced the general bosom like a sword,
Belied their love, their common hope disgraced.
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 purposed hate a casual deed
That made our hero's noble patience known ?