. A presto a lume di candela e altre poesie. h il suo ^tna cuore tutti bruciati in cenere ora; l'eloquente, resistless labbra silenziosa in polvere;che la penna che ha scritto la doom su Napoleone brow, e vibra il suo trono marcio, è prevista lontano alla ruggine. VICTOR HUGO 121 amato da Dio e i bambini piccoli, o miele-hearted man,come procede il mondo andare avanti senza Hugo in thevan? L'ultimo dei immortali, ultima del nobile ceppo, tutti allattati nelle avversità, che strappo la nostra sinkingraceOut di miry impudicizia. Per mantenere te eravamo fain,ma ecco che il Signore ti ha chiamato al tuo posto esaltato,dove gli altri tutti awai

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. At early candle light and other poems. h his ^tna heart all burned to ashes now; The eloquent, resistless lips silent in the dust;That pen which wrote the doom upon Napoleons brow, And jarred his rotten throne, is laid away to rust. VICTOR HUGO 121 Loved by God and little children, O honey-hearted man, How shall the world go onward, with no Hugo in thevan? The last of the immortals, latest of the lofty strain, All suckled in adversity, who tugged our sinkingraceOut of miry shamelessness. To keep thee we were fain, But lo, the Lord hath called thee to thy exalted place, Where the others all await thee, crowned and battle-scarred, To greet thee at thy coming to receive thy rich reward. A prophet named thee Victor, thou who hast never failed;When God had need of man, singer, seer, and sage, all three, Thou righteously didst smite, never doubted, drooped, nor quailed;For fifty glorious years led the hosts of Liberty.When the Future says to France, O name thy noblest soul, »She will show, with radiant face, thy name upon her scroll!. ORTY, and straight as a Norway fir, and yet I clean gave wayTo-night, dear wife; to save my life, I knew not what to say.Back came hurrying memories, likedoves that homeward fly;How they gave us cheer for every year! O swiftly they went by, Freely as God spilled streams of suns to sweeten the abyss, When the clump of chaos blossomed into worlds like unto this.I spake for you, and the wee ones too, but O my eyes were blurred, When all was done for every one, and I came to the parting word;With all my soul, like the open scroll of the stainless heaven, ISaid, Old Bible and old pulpit, and old Shiloh Church, good-bye! THE LAST SERMON 123 Silence, like the spaces vast, and feeling, profound asthe sea, Came oer them when I fondly told what they had donefor me. Thro loving smiles along the aisles I went to take mystand; And manfully I tried to say, as I grasped each friendlyhand, **God fold you fast! but failed at last when up cameAbner Smith, His face li

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