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Wherever heroes perished, martyrs prayed
Their solemn voiceless last appeal to God,
Where pale Cecilia's gentle tomb is laid,
Where patriot blood has sanctified the sod—
Their solemn voiceless last appeal to God,
Where pale Cecilia's gentle tomb is laid,
Where patriot blood has sanctified the sod—
Wherever act heroic, faith sublime,
Have found the Calvary on earth, a power
Regenerative lives; when strikes the time
Each shining Presence quits the grave once more!
Have found the Calvary on earth, a power
Regenerative lives; when strikes the time
Each shining Presence quits the grave once more!
The haloes on their brow illumine thine,
For ever fled its weird mysterious gloom—
The Dawn wakes Memnon—and a voice divine,
Offspring of Light, bursts from thy hills, O Rome!
For ever fled its weird mysterious gloom—
The Dawn wakes Memnon—and a voice divine,
Offspring of Light, bursts from thy hills, O Rome!
Yon grey Campagna, stretching far and calm:
Yon stately arches striding to the sea,
Yield myriad echoes of that glorious psalm,
And chant their grand hosanna to the free.
Yon stately arches striding to the sea,
Yield myriad echoes of that glorious psalm,
And chant their grand hosanna to the free.
The Marian cypress, and the Dorian pine,
And lone Soracte's blue and distant height,
Ever reverberate that song divine
As deepens into noon the orbed Light.
And lone Soracte's blue and distant height,
Ever reverberate that song divine
As deepens into noon the orbed Light.
