AT BOLOGNA, IN REMEMBRANCE OF THE LATE INSURRECTIONS, 1837
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AT BOLOGNA, IN REMEMBRANCE OF THE LATE INSURRECTIONS, 1837
AH why deceive ourselves! by no mere fit Of sudden passion roused shall men attain True freedom where for ages they have lain Bound in a dark abominable pit, With life’s best sinews more and more unknit. Here, there, a banded few who loathe the chain May rise to break it; effort worse than vain For thee, O great Italian nation, split Into those jarring fractions.–Let thy scope Be one fixed mind for all; thy rights approve 10 To thy own conscience gradually renewed; Learn to make Time the father of wise Hope; Then trust thy cause to the arm of Fortitude, The light of Knowledge, and the warmth of Love.