Mentana - Part 2

This Garibaldi now, the Italian boys
Go mad to hear him — take to dying — take
To passion for " the pure and high; " — God's sake!
It's monstrous, horrible! One sees quite clear
Society — our charge — must shake with fear,
And shriek for help, and call on us to act
When there's a hero, taken in the fact.
If Light shines in the dark, there's guilt in that!
What's viler than a lantern to a bat?
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