TO THE KING OF NAPLES.

Though the volcano do not burst,
Smoulder its fires beneath,
Within the mountain's bosom nursed,
Its summit soon to wreathe.

Thou Pharaoh of the present days,
Hardened to every sign;

Thy doom will come though He delays
Who" Vengeance said is mine."

A people's curses loud and deep,
All day their monarch greet;
How canst thou wretched tyrant sleep,
How canst thou drink and eat!

Into a monastery reel,

There don the gown and cowl; Dost thou not dread the polished steel, Or else the poisoned bowl?

Thou dost disgrace the name of king,

Already sunk too low;

Thy judgment's spoken though delayed,

The arrow's to the bow.

Hence to the cloister, there on hope,

Feed to thy heart's content;
There be advised by the Pope
Thy mate in banishment.

Is there no Brutus in the isle,
To give the mortal aim?

And with thy blood his sword defile,
O thou degraded name.

March 2, 1860.

TO VICTOR EMMANUEL.

Take the crown, 'tis thine by merit,
Thou hast won it, Victor wear it,
Take it and thy forehead wreathing,
Italy again is breathing.

Victor take that crown of glory,
Wear it till thy hair be hoary;
Snatched from Italy's aggressors,
Leave it, prince, to thy successors,

Rome's old glory backward bringing,
Poets shall thy fame be singing,

Catch from thee their inspiration,
Italy again a nation.

Some Tyrtæus freedom fanning;
In his verses tyrants banning;
Unto noble deeds inviting,

In the cause he singeth fighting.

Liberty in every nation,

Fires the torch of inspiration,

'Tis the fire where genius gloweth,

Whose warm breath its ashes bloweth.

At all opposition spurning,

Take the crown it is thine earning,
For its sake thy sword unsheathing,
Italy again is breathing.

March 9, 1860.

My God, for Thee my spirit sighs,
When in the morning I arise,

To Thee mine eyes I raise;

For all the mercies of the night,

For midnight rest, for morning's light,
Mine heart I lift in praise.

When to my labours forth I go,
I dread no ill, I fear no foe,
For Thou art at my side;

Although to sense Thou art unseen,
Upon Thine arm of strength I lean,
My Guardian and my Guide.

Amidst the labours of the day,
To Thee my God in faith I pray,
To Thee for counsel go;

And then, O then, my mind is clear,
I have no doubts, I feel no fear,
And strong in faith I grow.

And when I seek my bed at night,
Thou art to me instead of light,

Until the sun arise;

Before I mingle with my kind,

My heart shall seek Thee till I find,

And bless the golden skies.

March 5, 1860.

THE DEBATE IN THE COMMONS,

MARCH 5, 1860,

ON THE INTENDED ANNEXATION TO FRANCE OF SAVOY

AND NICE.

Well spoken England's Commons, your words shall fly abroad,

And by your protestation Napoleon shall be awed, And hold the hand which would have snatched Sardinia's diadem.

Savoy, the cradle of its house, Emmanuel's priceless

gem.

Voices of reprobation have filled St. Stephen's walls, And by the people echoed back from cottages and

halls,

And by the press of England their burden too is caught,

That ægis of her liberty, the citadel of thought.

Ah, Victor, keep the Alpine heights, the barriers of thy throne,

Nor let thy subtle neighbour annex them to his own,