(If Hope, and Truth, and Justice can avail) Art thou 'of all these hopes.--O hail !

ANTISTROPHE B. y.
Florence! beneath the sun,

Of cities fairest one,
Blushes within her bower for Freedom's expect-

ation :
From eyes of quenchless hope

Rome tears the priestly cope,
As ruling once by power, so now by admiration,-

An athlete stript to run

From a remoter station
For the high prize lost on Philippi's shore :-

As then Hope, Truth, and Justice did avail,
So now may Fraud and Wrong! O hail !

EPODE I. R. Hear

ye

the march as of the Earth-born Forms Arrayed against the ever-living Gods ? The crash and darkness of a thousand storms Bursting their inaccessible abodes

Like Chaos o'er creation, uncreating; An hundred tribes nourished on strange religions And lawless slaveries,-down the aërial regions

Of the white Alps, desolating,

Famished wolves that bide no waiting, Blotting the glowing footsteps of old glory, Trampling our columned cities into dust,

Their dull and savage lust On Beauty's corse to sickness satiatingThey come! The fields they tread look black

and hoary With fire-from their red feet the streams run

gory!

EPODE 11. ß.
Great Spirit, deepest Love!

Which rulest and dost move
All things which live and are, within the Italian

shore ;
Who spreadest heaven around it,

Whose woods, rocks, waves, surround it; Who sittest in thy star, o'er Ocean's western floor,

Spirit of beauty! at whose soft command The sunbeams and the showers distil its foison

From the Earth's bosom chill ; O bid those beams be each a blinding brand Of lightning! bid those showers be dews of poi

son !

Bid the Earth's plenty kill !
Bid thy bright Heaven above,

Whilst light and darkness bound it,
Be their tomb who planned

To make it ours and thine!
Or, with thine harmonizing ardours fill
And raise thy sons, as o'er the prone

horizon
Thy lamp feeds every twilight wave with fire-
Be man's high hope and unextinct desire
The instrument to work thy will divine !
Then clouds from sunbeams, antelopes from leo-

pards,
And frowns and fears from Thee,

Would not more swiftly flee,
Than Celtic wolves from the Ausonian shep-

herds.-
Whatever, Spirit, from thy starry shrine
Thou yieldest or withholdest, Oh let be
This City of thy worship, ever free!

AUTUMN:

A DIRGE.

The warm sun is failing, the bleak wind is wailing,

[dying, The bare boughs are sighing, the pale flowers are

And the year On the earth her death-bed, in a shroud of leaves dead,

Is lying,

Come, months, come away,
From November to May,
In
your saddest

array;
Follow the bier

Of the dead cold year, And like dim shadows watch by her sepulchre.

The chill rain is falling, the nipt worm is crawl

ing, The rivers are swelling, the thunder is knelling

For the year; The blithe swallows are flown, and the lizards each gone

To his dwelling;
Come, months, come away ;
Put on white, black, and gray,
Let your light sisters play-
Ye, follow the bier

Of the dead cold year,
And make her grave green with tear on tear.

DEATH.

Death is here, and death is there,
Death is busy everywhere,
All around, within, beneath,
Above is death and we are death.

Death has set his mark and seal
On all we are and all we feel,
On all we know and all we fear,

First our pleasures die and then
Our hopes, and then our fears—and when
These are dead, the debt is due,
Dust claims dust—and we die too.

All things that we love and cherish,
Like ourselves, must fade and perish;

uch is our rude mortal lot-
Love itself would, did they not.

LIBERTY.

The fiery mountains answer each other;
Their thunderings are echoed from zone to zone,
The tempestuous oceans awake one another,
And the ice-rocks are shaken round winter's throne,

When the clarion of the Typhoon is blown.

From a single cloud the lightning flashes,
Whilst a thousand isles are illumined around;
Earthquake is trampling one city to ashes,
An hundred are shuddering and tottering; the sound

Is bellowing underground.