On the Monument erected to Mazzini at Genoa

Italia, mother of the souls of men, Mother divine, Of all that served thee best with sword or pen, All sons of thine, Thou knowest that here the likeness of the best Before thee stands: The head most high, the heart found faithfulest, The purest hands. Above the fume and foam of time that flits, The soul, we know, Now sits on high where Alighieri sits With Angelo. Nor his own heavenly tongue hath heavenly speech Enough to say What this man was, whose praise no thought may reach, No words can weigh. Since man’s first mother brought to mortal birth Her first-born son, Such grace befell not ever man on earth As crowns this One. Of God nor man was ever this thing said: That he could give Life back to her who gave him, that his dead Mother might live. But this man found his mother dead and slain, With fast-sealed eyes, And bade the dead rise up and live again, And she did rise: And all the world was bright with her through him: But dark with strife, Like heaven’s own sun that storming clouds bedim, Was all his life. Life and the clouds are vanished; hate and fear Have had their span Of time to hurt and are not: He is here The sunlike man. City superb, that hadst Columbus first For sovereign son, Be prouder that thy breast hath later nurst This mightier One. Glory be his forever, while this land Lives and is free, As with controlling breath and sovereign hand He bade her be. Earth shows to heaven the names by thousands told That crown her fame: But highest of all that heaven and earth behold Mazzini’s name.