How patiently the weight of wrong is borne;
They—who have heard some learned Patriot treat[114]
Of freedom, with mind grasping the whole theme 10
From ancient Rome, downwards through that bright dream
Of Commonwealths, each city a starlike seat
Of rival glory; they—fallen Italy—
Nor must, nor will, nor can, despair of Thee!
VIII
NEAR ROME, IN SIGHT OF ST. PETER’S
Long has the dew been dried on tree and lawn;
O’er man and beast a not unwelcome boon