Still, still endure, devoted one! and say,
If it be victory thus but to retard defeat.
CARLO MARIA MAGGI.
I cry aloud, and ye shall hear my call,
Arno, Sessino, Tiber, Adrian deep,
And blue Tyrrhene! Let him first roused from sleep
Startle the next! one peril broods o’er all.
It nought avails that Italy should plead,
Forgetting valour, sinking in despair,
At strangers’ feet!—our land is all too fair;