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Spirto gentil che quelle membra reggi	A
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TO RIENZI BESEECHING HIM TO RESTORE TO ROME HER ANCIENT LIBERTY	B
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Spirit heroic who with fire divine	C
Kindlest those limbs awhile which pilgrim hold	D
On earth a Chieftain gracious wise and bold	D
Since rightly now the rod of state is thine	C
Rome and her wandering children to confine	C
And yet reclaim her to the old good way	E
To thee I speak for elsewhere not a ray	E
Of virtue can I find extinct below	F
Nor one who feels of evil deeds the shame	G
Why Italy still waits and what her aim	G
I know not callous to her proper woe	F
Indolent aged slow	F
Still will she sleep Is none to rouse her found	H
Oh that my wakening hands were through her tresses wound	H
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So grievous is the spell the trance so deep	I
Loud though we call my hope is faint that e'er	J
She yet will waken from her heavy sleep	I
But not methinks without some better end	K
Was this our Rome entrusted to thy care	L
Who surest may revive and best defend	K
Fearlessly then upon that reverend head	M
'Mid her dishevell'd locks thy fingers spread	M
And lift at length the sluggard from the dust	N
I day and night who her prostration mourn	O
For this in thee have fix'd my certain trust	N
That if her sons yet turn	P
And their eyes ever to true honour raise	Q
The glory is reserved for thy illustrious days	Q
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Her ancient walls which still with fear and love	R
The world admires whene'er it calls to mind	S
The days of Eld and turns to look behind	S
Her hoar and cavern'd monuments above	R
The dust of men whose fame until the world	T
In dissolution sink can never fail	U
Her all that in one ruin now lies hurl'd	T
Hopes to have heal'd by thee its every ail	U
O faithful Brutus noble Scipios dead	M
To you what triumph where ye now are blest	V
If of our worthy choice the fame have spread	M
And how his laurell'd crest	V
Will old Fabricius rear with joy elate	W
That his own Rome again shall beauteous be and great	W
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And if for things of earth its care Heaven show	F
The souls who dwell above in joy and peace	X
And their mere mortal frames have left below	F
Implore thee this long civil strife may cease	X
Which kills all confidence nips every good	Y
Which bars the way to many a roof where men	Z
Once holy hospitable lived the den	Z
Of fearless rapine now and frequent blood	A2
Whose doors to virtue only are denied	B2
While beneath plunder'd Saints in outraged fanes	X
Plots Faction and Revenge the altar stains	X
And contrast sad and wide	B2
The very bells which sweetly wont to fling	A
Summons to prayer and praise now Battle's tocsin ring	A
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Pale weeping women and a friendless crowd	C2
Of tender years infirm and desolate Age	D2
Which hates itself and its superfluous days	X
With each blest order to religion vow'd	C2
Whom works of love through lives of want engage	D2
To thee for help their hands and voices raise	X
While our poor panic stricken land displays	X
The thousand wounds which now so mar her frame	G
That e'en from foes compassion they command	E2
Or more if Christendom thy care may claim	G
Lo God's own house on fire while not a hand	E2
Moves to subdue the flame	G
Heal thou these wounds this feverish tumult end	K
And on the holy work Heaven's blessing shall descend	K
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Often against our marble Column high	F2
Wolf Lion Bear proud Eagle and base Snake	A
Even to their own injury insult shower	J
Lifts against thee and theirs her mournful cry	F2
The noble Dame who calls thee here to break	A
Away the evil weeds which will not flower	J
A thousand years and more and gallant men	Z
There fix'd her seat in beauty and in power	J
The breed of patriot hearts has fail'd since then	Z
And in their stead upstart and haughty now	G2
A race which ne'er to her in reverence bends	X
Her husband father thou	G2
Like care from thee and counsel she attends	X
As o'er his other works the Sire of all extends	X
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'Tis seldom e'en that with our fairest scheme	H2
Some adverse fortune will not mix and mar	I2
With instant ill ambition's noblest dreams	X
But thou once ta'en thy path so walk that I	F2
May pardon her past faults great as they are	I2
If now at least she give herself the lie	F2
For never in all memory as to thee	B
To mortal man so sure and straight the way	E
Of everlasting honour open lay	E
For thine the power and will if right I see	B
To lift our empire to its old proud state	W
Let this thy glory be	B
They succour'd her when young and strong and great	W
He in her weak old age warded the stroke of Fate	W
Forth on thy way my Song and where the bold	D
Tarpeian lifts his brow shouldst thou behold	D
Of others' weal more thoughtful than his own	J2
The chief by general Italy revered	K2
Tell him from me to whom he is but known	J2
As one to Virtue and by Fame endear'd	L2
Till stamp'd upon his heart the sad truth be	B
That day by day to thee	B
With suppliant attitude and streaming eyes	X
For justice and relief our seven hill'd city cries	X
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MACGREGOR	J

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