TWENTY CENTS A COPY
TO ITALY
You had to choose 'twixt liberty and guilt;
There is no half-way house for human kind
If human kind is still to breathe God's air.
And so you placed your lips upon the hilt
Of Freedom's sword, devoted soul with mind
To this great task which frees sad Europe from despair.
Hence we who loved and love you, Italy,...
Send winged words of greeting. You are free;