Four thousand lamps of gold and silver light
Suspended round the mighty dome, and o er
Those rows of statues at their awful height,
And thence even to the ground, together pour
A blaze that might seem reft from Etnas core!
Bringing at oncelit suddenlyon the sight
The whole vast structure out of the black night
Towers, columns, windows, with their carven lore!
The spectacle is grand! But can it call
Deliverance unto those that pine and bleed
Under the Austrians vandalic thrall?
Never! One thought of fireone luminous deed
Evoked by Garibaldis patriot creed,
O sundered Italy! Transcends it all!
On the Easter Illumination of St. Peter's at Rome
written by Charles Harpur
© Charles Harpur