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t he's gone across the sea! Gone with thousands such as he! He is bound for Tripoli, Tripoli! "What is Africa to me, If it swallow up my child? What care I for Tripoli, Spot defiled! Did not Abyssinian sand Drink sufficiently our gore? Must we stain that fatal strand, As before?" Yet he's gone across the sea, Who more valorous than he? He is bound for Tripoli, Tripoli! "Have we no great uses _here_ For the millions we outpour? Are our consciences quite clear In this war? Are there no more roads to build, Schools to found, and farms to work. That we let our boys be killed By the Turk?" Yet we send them o'er the sea! Youthful sons of Italy, They are bound for Tripoli, Tripoli! "We are hungry, yet behold, How the price of food goes higher! And the nights will soon be cold Without fire! Who will earn for me my bread? Who my little home will save, When he lies there cold and dead In his grave?" But he's gone across the sea! Who so good and kind to me? He is bound for Tripoli, Tripoli! To the churchyard, near the bay, Went the mother in her grief, For her soul was moved to pray For relief; And deep sobs convulsed her breast, As she knelt upon the sod, Where her husband lay at rest, Safe in God. For the boy was o'er the sea, Whom she rocked upon her knee; He had gone to Tripoli, Tripoli! She was buried yesterday With her husband, side by side; Ere two months had passed away She had died! For one morning she had read Of her son among the slain, And they saw her old gray head Sink in pain. Nevermore across the sea Will he come to Italy! He was killed in Tripoli, Tripoli! There was nothing more to tell Of a lad so little known; He was reckoned "one who fell," That alone. Was he wounded? Did he lie Long ill-treated by the foe? And not know! Yes, he lies beyond the sea! (Can it be that _that_ is he?) In the sands of Tripoli, Tripoli! She had asked for nothing more, But in silence slowly failed, Dreaming ever of the shore, Whence he sailed. Till her face, so wan and white, Flushed at last with sweet surprise, And a strangely tender light Filled her eyes. Then for her was "no more sea"! She had found the soul set free From the sands of Tripoli, Tripoli! INFLUENCE We know not what mysterious power Lies latent
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