Plant, plant the olive pure from East to West,
And bare not, save compelled, the sword ’gainst human breast!
XL.
Salustian quick regained his wonted strength,
Such strength as leaves the feebler tide of life,
And near Ernani—moved of moderate length
The journey—to a house with comforts rife,
His patrimony fair, where sound of strife
There comes not. Grassy slopes and orchards gay,
And sweetest daughter to replace a wife