O star of morning and of liberty! O bringer of the light, whose splendor shines Above the darkness of the Apennines, Forerunner of the day that is to be! The voices of the city and the sea, The voices of the mountains and the pines, Repeat thy song, till the familiar lines Are footpaths for the thought of Italy! Thy fame is blown abroad from all the heights, Through all the nations, and a sound is heard, As of a mighty wind, and men devout, Strangers of Rome, and the new proselytes, In their own language hear thy wondrous word, And many are amazed and many doubt. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE OLD MILL by THOMAS DUNN ENGLISH VENICE by JOHN ADDINGTON SYMONDS PRAYER TO THE VIRGIN OF CHARTRES by HENRY BROOKS ADAMS FOAM STRAY by JOSEPH AUSLANDER A NYMPH TO A YOUNG SHEPHERD, INSENSIBLE OF LOVE by PHILIP AYRES THE WET MONTH by HENRY BATAILLE |