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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420588" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Naples</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">INSCRIBED TO ROBERT C. WATERSTON, OF BOSTON.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fold her, O Father, in Thine arms,<br>And let her henceforth be<br>A messenger of love between<br>Our human hearts and Thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I give thee joy!--I know to thee<br>The dearest spot on earth must be<br>Where sleeps thy loved one by the summer sea;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where, near her sweetest poet's tomb,<br>The land of Virgil gave thee room<br>To lay thy flower with her perpetual bloom.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I know that when the sky shut down<br>Behind thee on the gleaming town,<br>On Baiae's baths and Posilippo's crown;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And, through thy tears, the mocking day<br>Burned Ischia's mountain lines away,<br>And Capri melted in its sunny bay;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Through thy great farewell sorrow shot<br>The sharp pang of a bitter thought<br>That slaves must tread around that holy spot.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou knewest not the land was blest<br>In giving thy beloved rest,<br>Holding the fond hope closer to her breast,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That every sweet and saintly grave<br>Was freedom's prophecy, and gave<br>The pledge of Heaven to sanctify and save.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That pledge is answered. To thy ear<br>The unchained city sends its cheer,<br>And, tuned to joy, the muffled bells of fear</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ring Victor in. The land sits free<br>And happy by the summer sea,<br>And Bourbon Naples now is Italy!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She smiles above her broken chain<br>The languid smile that follows pain,<br>Stretching her cramped limbs to the sun again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, joy for all, who hear her call<br>From gray Camaldoli's convent-wall<br>And Elmo's towers to freedom's carnival!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A new life breathes among her vines<br>And olives, like the breath of pines<br>Blown downward from the breezy Apennines.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lean, O my friend, to meet that breath,<br>Rejoice as one who witnesseth<br>Beauty from ashes rise, and life from death!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thy sorrow shall no more be pain,<br>Its tears shall fall in sunlit rain,<br>Writing the grave with flowers: 'Arisen again!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Greenleaf+Whittier">John Greenleaf Whittier</a><div class=q>
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Fold her, O Father, in Thine arms,
And let her henceforth be
A messenger of love between
Our human hearts and Thee.

I give thee joy!--I know to thee
The dearest spot on earth must be
Where sleeps thy ..."></div>
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