Classic Poem

But thou, our Hero, baffled, foiled,
The Glorious Chief who vainly bled and toiled.
The trust of all the Peoples — Freedom's Knight!
The Paladin unstained — the Sword of Right!
What wilt thou do, whose land finds thee but gaols!
The banished claim the banished! deign to cheer
The refuge of the homeless — enter here,
And light upon our households dark will fall
Even as thou enterest. Oh, Brother, all,
Each one of us — hurt with thy sorrows' proof,
Will make a country for thee of his roof.
Come, sit with those who live as exiles learn:
Come! Thou whom kings could conquer but not yet turn.
We'll talk of " Palermo " — " the Thousand " true,
Will tell the tears of blood of France to you;
Then by his own great Sea we'll read, together,
Old Homer in the quiet summer weather,
And after, thou shalt go to thy desire
While that faint star of Justice grows to fire.