MEMORIALS OF A TOUR IN ITALY, 1837
XXV. AFTER LEAVING ITALY
MEMORIALS OF A TOUR IN ITALY, 1837
FAIR Land! Thee all men greet with joy; how few, Whose souls take pride in freedom, virtue, fame, Part from thee without pity dyed in shame: I could not–while from Venice we withdrew, Led on till an Alpine strait confined our view Within its depths, and to the shore we came Of Lago Morto, dreary sight and name, Which o’er sad thoughts a sadder colouring threw, Italia! on the surface of thy spirit, (Too aptly emblemed by that torpid lake) 10 Shall a few partial breezes only creep?– Be its depths quickened; what thou dost inherit Of the world’s hopes, dare to fulfil; awake, Mother of Heroes, from thy death-like sleep!