V.

Oh, Italy! hail your Deliverer, Oh, Nations! almost he gave Rome to her! Strong-arm and prophet-heart had all but come To win the city, and to make it "Rome." Calm, of the antique grandeur, ripe to be Named with the noblest of her history. He would have Romanized your Rome--controlled Her glory, lordships, Gods, in a new mould. Her spirits' fervor would have melted in The hundred cities with her; made a twin Vesuvius and the Capitol; and blended Strong Juvenal's with the soul, tender and splendid, Of Dante--smelted old with new alloy-- Stormed at the Titans' road full of bold joy Whereby men storm Olympus. Italy, Weep!--This man could have made one Rome of thee!