They sunk a graven stone into the ground Where first our Garibaldi's ship was moor'd, Whereon an angry record of his wound Beneath those fair memorial lines, was scor'd; At night the accusing tablet was replac'd By one, discharged of that injurious word, That pierced the general bosom like a sword, Belied their love, their common hope disgrac'd. Lie firm, thou latest-written rock! his meed Of honour should be neighbour'd by no groan Of party spleen - perish the bitter seed In the pure marble furrow vainly sown! Why brand with purposed hate a casual deed That made our hero's noble patience known? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PICCIOLA by ROBERT HENRY NEWELL THE VALLEY OF THE SHADOW by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON WITH MY FANCY by KONSTANTIN DMITRIYEVICH BALMONT ON THE DEATH OF MR. GARRICK by JANE BOWDLER THE WINGED VICTORY by LORAINE S. BRADFORD |