EUROPE.
LETTERS
| “I go to prove my soul. |
| I see my way, as birds their trackless way. |
| In some time, God’s good time, I shall arrive; |
| He guides me and the bird. In his good time!” |
| Browning. |
| “One, who, if he be called upon to face |
| Some awful moment, to which Heaven has joined |
| Great issues, good or bad for human kind, |
| Is happy as a lover, and attired |
| With sudden brightness, like a man inspired; |
| And, through the heat of conflict, keeps the law |
| In calmness made, and sees what he foresaw.” |
| Wordsworth. |
| “Italia! Italia! O tu cui feo la sorte |
| Dono infelice di bellezza, ond’ hai |
| Funesta dote d’ infiniti guai, |
| Che in fronte scritti per gran doglia porte, |
| Deh, fossi tu men bella, ò almen più forte!” |
| Filicaja. |
