OVER his millions Death has lawful power, But over thee, brave D'Ossoli! none, none. After a longer struggle, in a fight Worthy of Italy, to youth restored, Thou, far from home, art sunk beneath the surge Of the Atlantic; on its shore; in reach Of help; in trust of refuge; sunk with all Precious on earth to thee -- a child, a wife! Proud as thou wert of her, America Is prouder, showing to her sons how high Swells woman's courage in a virtuous breast. She would not leave behind her those she loved; Such solitary safety might become Others; not her; not her who stood beside The pallet of the wounded, when the worst Of France and Perfidy assailed the walls Of unsuspicious Rome. Rest, glorious soul, Renowned for the strength of genius, Margaret! Rest with the twain too dear! My words are few, And shortly none will hear my failing voice, But the same language with more full appeal Shall hail thee. Many are the sons of song Whom thou hast heard upon thy native plains Worthy to sing of thee: the hour is come; Take we our seats and let the dirge begin. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PIONEER WOMAN by EVA K. ANGLESBURG THROUGH; A VISION OF VICTORY by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON THE BELOVED by KATHERINE HARRIS BRADLEY IN THE FOREST by MAURICE BUCHOR MONTGOMERIE'S PEGGY by ROBERT BURNS CONJUNCTION by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |