Some shrink from charge of state through modest shame; But thine are eager for the yoke, and cry, (Or ere invited,) "I the burthen claim." Now then be glad-as thou hast reason why— Thou wealthy! thou at peace! thou grave and sage! And, sooth to say, the facts all open lie. Athens and Sparta, who, in the olden age Gave laws, and were so skill'd in civil lore, Threw but a glimmering light on wisdom's page, Compared with thee, who makest such subtle store Of laws, the thread that's in October spun Will scarce hold out the half November o'er. How oft, within the circuit of the sun, Laws, coinage, customs, hast thou alter'd quite, And all thy ranks dismember'd, one by one! That, if thou wilt but think, and view aright, Thou'lt see thyself like one who, rack'd with pain, Tosses on bed of down the live-long night, And, ever turning, seeks repose in vain. CONRAD MALASPINA. PURGATORIO, C. VIII. 1-18. VER. 109 TO THE END. 'Twas now the hour that wakes desire anew, Melting the heart, in men at sea, the day They to sweet friends have bidden long adieuThat thrills with love the pilgrim on his way, (Late parted,) if some distant chime he hear Seeming to mourn the sun's expiring ray; On speech; and saw a spirit above the rest, Both palms it join'd, and raised, and tow'rds the east Earnestly gazed, as if to God above, All else despised, that gesture were address'd. "Te lucis ante," with such ardent love, And such sweet cadence, from its lips then fell, And eyes still watching the supernal wheels, The shade, which, beckon'd by Gallura's sign, Obedient came, through that debate stood nigh, Nor turn'd his eyes from gazing full on mine. "So may the lamp that lights thy road on high Find in thy will of oil such ample share As needs to reach the azure-vaulted sky," (It thus began,)" if thou to me declare What news of Valdimagra thou may'st know, Or bordering lands—to me, once mighty there— Currado Malaspina call'd-who owe My lineage to an elder of that name, Once loved with flames that now more brightly glow." "The land," I said, "which for your own you claim I ne'er beheld; but where doth he abide, -Your kindred's fame-for rumour, far and wide, Extols that land-its chiefs and fair estate. To yield them honour due, demands no guide. I swear so may I reach heaven's distant gate— The praise thy race for liberal hearts hath owed, And valiant hands, doth not one jot abate. But use and nature join'd have grace' bestow'd, While baser reptiles trace their crooked line, To walk strait on, and spurn the evil road." Then he " Now go! the sun may not recline Seven times his head upon the couch where lays Its feet outspread the Ram's celestial sign, Ere that fair judgment which thy tongue conveys Shall in thy brain be driven with stronger nail Than by the force of rumour's distant praise— If so the course of justice do not fail." PROVENZANO SALVANI. PURGATORIO, C. XI. VER. 90 TO THE END. "O EMPTY pride of human power and skill! The praise of the world is but a vapour, borne To slowest orbs that heaven's vast circuit knows) That comes and goes; by the same power decay'd As first from teeming earth its freshness drew." Then I-" Thy words of truth have quite allay'd The tumours of my breast, and quell'd my pride. But who is he of whom thou hast mention made?" 'Tis Provenzan Salvani," he replied; Here placed, because with tyrant sway the state Thus hath he gone, and goes, nor e'er can wait, Since death; and such the quittance he must pay, Who ventured, while alive, too dear a rate.” Then I again" Since spirits, that delay Repentance until life's extremest hour, (If prayer assist not with its saving power,) And there, to free his friend from servitude And from the abyss he is rescued for its sake.” THE PRAISES OF ANCIENT FLORENCE. FLORENCE, inclosed within that ancient round, Nor 'broider'd shoon; nor did the fair one's zone Attract the gazer, than herself more fair. Not yet a daughter's birth made fathers groan With thinking of the marriage and the dower, Earlier in years, and more in measure grown. No houses then, in faction's vengeful hour, Were desert made; no soft Assyrian wight |