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Songs for Italy

MIG Some men are lost to every sense of shame : They use to call their country by its name. Abhorred offence ! it was indeed high time For Mussolini to suppress the crime. Perish the wretch whose Tyrolean soul Fails to blot out the accurséd name — Tyrol ! Ah Mussolini ! you have yet to learn What quality of flame is wont to burn In mountain air. ’Twere wiser not to risk Meeting the glacier breed of Basilisk. Tempt not the spirit of the Storm ! Mine eye Sees through the darkness of futurity, The modern Gessler meet a modern Tell — Tyrol ! hunt M…