The vipers[[19]] palsying venom, lifts her heel
To braise his head. The signal and the seal
(If Hope and Truth and Justice can avail)
Art Thou of all these hopes.—O hail!
‘Florence! beneath the sun,
Of cities fairest one,
Blushes within her bower for Freedom’s expectation;
From eyes of quenchless hope
Rome tears the priestly cope,
As ruling once by power, so now by admiration