Then a king of the West said "Good!-- I bring thee the gifts of the time; Red, for the patriot's blood, Green, for the martyr's crown, White, for the dew and the rime, When the morning of God comes down." VIII. --O mystic tricolor bright! The Pope's heart quailed like a man's; The cardinals froze at the sight, Bowing their tonsures hoary: And the eyes in the peacock-fans Winked at the alien glory. IX. But the peoples exclaimed in hope, "Now blessed be he who has brought These gifts of the time to the Pope, When our souls were sick and forlorn. --And _here_ is the star we sought, To show us where Christ was born!" ITALY AND THE WORLD. I. Florence, Bologna, Parma, Modena: When you named them a year ago, So many graves reserved by God, in a Day of Judgment, you seemed to know, To open and let out the resurrection. II. And meantime (you made your reflection If you were English), was nought to be done But sorting sables, in predilection For all those martyrs dead and gone, Till the new earth and heaven made ready. III. And if your politics were not heady, Violent, ... "Good," you added, "good In all things! Mourn on sure and steady. Churchyard thistles are wholesome food For our European wandering asses. IV. "The date of the resurrection passes Human foreknowledge: men unborn Will gain by it (even in the lower classes), But none of these. It is not the morn Because the cock of France is crowing. V. "Cocks crow at midnight, seldom knowing Starlight from dawn-light! 't is a mad Poor creature." Here you paused, and growing Scornful,--suddenly, let us add, The trumpet sounded, the graves were open. VI. Life and life and life! agrope in The dusk of death, warm hands, stretched out For swords, proved more life still to hope in, Beyond and behind. Arise with a shout, Nation of Italy, slain and buried! VII. Hill to hill and turret to turret Flashing the tricolor,--newly created Beautiful Italy, calm, unhurried, Rise heroic and renovated, Rise to the final restitution. VIII. Rise; prefigure the grand solution Of earth's municipal, insular schisms,-- Statesmen draping self-love's conclusion In cheap vernacular patriotisms, Unable to give up Judaea for Jesus. IX. Bring us the higher example; release us Into the larger coming time: And into Christ's broad garment piece us Rags of virtue as poor as crime, National selfishness, civic vaunting. X. No more Jew nor Greek then,--taunting Nor taunted;--no more England nor France! But one confederate brotherhood planting One flag only, to mark the advance, Onward and upward, of all humanity. XI.