That not till time be dead shall this man die
Love, like a bird, comes loyal to his lure;
Fame flies before him, wingless else to fly.
A child's heart toward his kind is not more pure,
An eagle's toward the sun no lordlier eye.
Awe sweet as love and proud
As fame, though hushed and bowed,
Yearns toward him silent as his face goes by:
All crowns before his crown
Triumphantly bow down,
For pride that one more great than all draws nigh:
All souls applaud, all hearts acclaim,
One heart benign, one soul supreme, one conquering name.

NOTES

ST. V.
V. 3. La Legende des Siecles: Le Sacre de la Femme.
4. La Conscience.
7. Booz endormi.
8. Premiere rencontre du Christ avec le tombeau.
9. La Terre: Hymne.
VI. 3. Les Temps Paniques.
9. La Ville Disparue.
VII. Les Trois Cents.
VIII. 1. Le Detroit de l'Euripe: La Chanson de Sophocle a Salamine.
7. Le Romancero du Cid.
IX. 3. Le Petit Roi de Galice.
5. Le Jour des Rois.
9. Montfaucon.
X. La vision d'ou est sorti ce livre.
XI. 9. L'an neuf de l'Hegire.
12. Les sept merveilles du monde.
XII. 1. Les quatre jours d'Elciis.
4. Le Regiment du baron Madruce.
7. La Chanson des Aventuriers de la Mer.
9. Les Reitres.
12. La Rose de l'Infante.
XIII. 1. Le Satyre.
12. Les paysans au bord de la mer.
XIV. 1. Les pauvres gens.
5. Petit Paul.
7. Guerre Civile.
9. La Vision de Dante.
15. La Trompette du Jugement.
XV. Torquemada (1882).
XVI. La Legende des Siecles: tome cinquieme et dernier (1883).
XVII. November 25, 1883.

_LINES ON THE MONUMENT OF GIUSEPPE MAZZINI._

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 faithfullest,
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.

Not 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