On the earth the broken arcs; in the heaven a perfect round.
The lie was dead And damned, and truth stood up instead.
Graved inside of it, "Italy".
When is man strong until he feels alone?
Therefore I summon age / To grant youth's heritage.
I dare not so honor my mere wishes and prayers as to put them for a moment beside your noble acts; but this know, I would rather submit to the worst of deaths, so far as pain goes, than have a single dog or cat tortured on the pretence of sparing me a twinge or two.