"O my country, I see the walls and arches, the columns, the statues, and the deserted towers of our ancestors; but their glory I see not, nor do I see the laurel and the iron which girt our forefathers. To-day, unarmed, thou showest a naked brow and naked breast. Alas! how thou art wounded! How pale thou art, and bleeding! That I should see thee thus! O queen of beauty! I call on heaven and earth, and ask who thus has humbled thee. And as a crowning ill, her arms are weighed with chains; her hair dishevelled and unveiled; and on the ground she sits disconsolate and neglected, her face hid in her knees, and weeping. Weep, Italia mine, for thou hast cause, since thou wert born to conquer 'neath Fortune's smiles and frowns. O patria mia, vedo le mura e gli archi E le colonne e i simulacri e l' erme Torri degli avi nostri, Ma la gloria non vedo, Non vedo il lauro e il ferro ond' eran carchi I nostri padri antichi. Or fatta inerme, Nuda la fronte e nudo il petto mostri. OimË quante ferite, Che lividor, che sangue! oh qual ti veggio, Formosissima donna! Io chiedo al cielo, E al mondo: dite, dite: Chi la ridusse a tale? E questo Ë peggio, Che di catene ha carene ambe le braccia. Si che sparte le chiome e senza velo Siede in terra negletta e sconsolata, Nascondendo la faccia Tra le ginocchia, e piange. Piangi, che ben hai donde, Italia mia, Le genti a vincer nata Et nella fausta sorte e nella ria." These odes, which represent the first fruits of his muse, ring with enthusiasm. They are the expression of a soul fired with its own flame, which serves to illumine and vivify a theme then only too real in his country's experience, the sufferings of Italy. Patriotism pervades his earliest verse; sadness and hopelessness that of later times. For these two odes Giordani bestowed unsparing eulogy on his young protÈgÈ. Before their appearance he had begun to regard Leopardi as the rising genius of Italy, and had not hesitated to say to him, "Inveni hominem!" Now, however, his admiration was unbounded; he thus apostrophised him: "O nobilissima, e altissima, e fortissima anima!" He referred to the reception of his poems at Piacenza in these terms: "They speak of you as a god."