The hum of dying sounds to hear In unison, far off or near, From earth to heaven ascend. January, 1860. TO GARIBALDI THE ITALIAN PATRIOT. Hope of thy country, Romans yet In Italy do live: Never thy country's wrongs forget, At every pore Italia bled, At every purple vein, Fast, fast, the ebbing current sped, And free as April rain. Thou art a Roman every inch, Of sterling worth and will, No, Rome had ne'er a worthier son, A nobler child than thou, When Scipio at Carthage won, Fresh laurels for his brow. Despair like a torpedo dried Few ships came up at the full tide, The fields a scanty produce bore, Then Garibaldi came, 'twas time, February 1, 1860. THE GRECIAN MYTHOLOGY. O what a beauteous web they wove, Who told of cloud-compelling Jove, And those who sprang from their embrace, I love their pedigrees to trace, And those old tales renew. To read them in old Homer's page, To read how Aphrodite rose, Where through the year the summer glows While sported round the sea-nymphs fair, Companion to their Queen, With glowing looks and flowing hair, Of Neptune, Vulcan, Phœbus, Mars, And king of battles, sieges, wars, Sings of their quarrels and their feasts, Their plots and their intrigues, Their passions common to the beasts, Their meetings on Olympus' height, And their debatings there, I How Vulcan wound his meshes tight Of Dian and her nymphs he sang, And of Minerva wise, Who from her father's forehead sprang, The ruler of the skies. Boldly and well the lines he drew Which them diversified, Into a picture till they grew Which now is shining bright as then, An admiration still to men, A priceless, changeless prize. February 2, 1860. TO GARIBALDI ON HIS MARRIAGE. Garibaldi, soldier true, Garibaldi take thy bride; Prize unto thy valour due, Doing well on freedom's side. In the heart which thou hast won, Guerdon, soldier, for the past, To thy deeds of valour due. Loudly pealed the marriage bell, Take the precious priceless thing. Take her to thy heart of hearts, Till her life or thine departs, February 7, 1860. SOCRATES. True wisdom's son, O mighty sage, |