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Though all the nations now	A
Peace gathers under her white wings	B
The minds of Italy will ne'er be free	C
From the restraints of their old lethargy	C
Till our ill fated land cling fast	D
Unto the glorious memories of the Past	D
Oh lay it to thy heart my Italy	C
Fit honor to thy dead to pay	E
For ah their like walk not thy streets to day	E
Nor is there one whom thou canst reverence	F
Turn turn my country and behold	G
That noble band of heroes old	G
And weep and on thyself thy anger vent	H
For without anger grief is impotent	I
Oh turn and rouse thyself for shame	J
Blush at the thought of sires so great	K
Of children so degenerate	L
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Alien in mien in genius and in speech	M
The eager guest from far	N
Went searching through the Tuscan soil to find	O
Where he reposed whose verse sublime	P
Might fitly rank with Homer's lofty rhyme	P
And oh to our disgrace he heard	Q
Not only that e'er since his dying day	E
In other soil his bones in exile lay	E
But not a stone within thy walls was reared	R
To him O Florence whose renown	S
Caused thee to be by all the world revered	R
Thanks to the brave the generous band	T
Whose timely labor from our land	T
Will this sad shameful stain remove	U
A noble task is yours	V
And every breast with kindred zeal hath fired	Q
That is by love of Italy inspired	Q
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May love of Italy inspire you still	W
Poor mother sad and lone	X
To whom no pity now	A
In any breast is shown	X
Now that to golden days the evil days succeed	Y
May pity still ye children dear	Z
Your hearts unite your labors crown	S
And grief and anger at her cruel pain	A2
As on her cheeks and veil the hot tears rain	A2
But how can I in speech or song	B2
Your praises fitly sing	C2
To whose mature and careful thought	D2
The work superb in your proud task achieved	E2
Will fame immortal bring	C2
What notes of cheer can I now send to you	F2
That may unto your ardent souls appeal	G2
And add new fervor to your zeal	G2
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Your lofty theme will inspiration give	H2
And its sharp thorns within your bosoms lodge	I2
Who can describe the whirlwind and the storm	J2
Of your deep anger and your deeper love	K2
Who can your wonder stricken looks portray	E
The lightning in your eyes that gleams	L2
What mortal tongue can such celestial themes	L2
In language fit describe	M2
Away ye souls profane away	E
What tears will o'er this marble stone be shed	N2
How can it fall How fall your fame sublime	P
A victim to the envious tooth of Time	P
O ye that can alleviate our woes	O2
Sole comfort of this wretched land	T
Live ever ye dear Arts divine	P2
Amid the ruins of our fallen state	K
The glories of the past to celebrate	K
I too who wish to pay	E
Due honor to our grieving mother bring	C2
Of song my humble offering	C2
As here I sit and listen where	Q2
Your chisel life unto the marble gives	R2
O thou illustrious sire of Tuscan song	B2
If tidings e'er of earthly things	B
Of her whom thou hast placed so high	S2
Could reach your mansions in the sky	S2
I know thou for thyself no joy wouldst feel	G2
For with thy fame compared	T2
Renowned in every land	T
Our bronze and marble are as wax and sand	T
If thee we have forgotten can forget	U2
May suffering still follow suffering	C2
And may thy race to all the world unknown	X
In endless sorrows weep and moan	X
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Thou for thyself no joy wouldst feel	G2
But for thy native land	T
If the example of their sires	V2
Could in the cold and sluggish sons	W2
Renew once more the ancient fires	X2
That they might lift their heads in pride again	Y2
Alas with what protracted sufferings	B
Thou seest her afflicted that e'en then	Y2
Did seem to know no end	Z2
When thou anew didst unto Paradise ascend	Z2
Reduced so low that as thou seest her now	A
She then a happy Queen appeared	R
Such misery her heart doth grieve	A3
As seeing thou canst not thy eyes believe	A3
And oh the last most bitter blow of all	B3
When on the ground as she in anguish lay	E
It seemed indeed thy country's dying day	E
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O happy thou whom Fate did not condemn	C3
To live amid such horrors who	F2
Italian wives didst not behold	G
By ruffian troops embraced	D3
Nor cities plundered fields laid waste	D3
By hostile spear and foreign rage	E3
Nor works divine of genius borne away	E
In sad captivity beyond the Alps	F3
The roads encumbered with the precious prey	E
Nor foreign rulers' insolence and pride	G3
Nor didst insulting voices hear	H3
Amidst the sound of chains and whips	I3
The sacred name of Liberty deride	G3
Who suffers not Oh at these wretches' hands	J3
What have we not endured	K3
From what unholy deed have they refrained	L3
What temple altar have they not profaned	L3
Why have we fallen on such evil times	M3
Why didst thou give us birth or why	S2
No sooner suffer us to die	S2
O cruel Fate We who have seen	N3
Our wretched country so betrayed	L3
The handmaid slave of impious strangers made	L3
And of her ancient virtues all bereft	L3
Yet could no aid or comfort give	H2
Or ray of hope that might relieve	A3
The anguish of her soul	O3
Alas my blood has not been shed for thee	C
My country dear Nor have I died	L3
That thou mightst live	P3
My heart with anger and with pity bleeds	Q3
Ah bitter thought Thy children fought and fell	R3
But not for dying Italy ah no	S3
But in the service of her cruel foe	S3
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Father if this enrage thee not	L3
How changed art thou from what thou wast on earth	T3
On Russia's plains so bleak and desolate	L3
They died the sons of Italy	C
Ah well deserving of a better fate	L3
In cruel war with men with beasts	U3
The elements In heaps they strewed the ground	L3
Half clad emaciated stained with blood	L3
A bed of ice for their sick frames they found	L3
Then when the parting hour drew near	Z
In fond remembrance of that mother dear	Z
They cried 'Oh had we fallen by the foeman's hand	L3
And not the victims of the clouds and storms	V3
And for thy good our native land	L3
Now far from thee and in the bloom of youth	W3
Unknown to all we yield our parting breath	X3
And die for her who caused our country's death '	-
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The northern desert and the whispering groves	Y3
Sole witnesses of their lament	L3
As thus they passed away	E
And their neglected corpses as they lay	E
Upon that horrid sea of snow exposed	L3
Were by the beasts consumed	L3
The memories of the brave and good	L3
And of the coward and the vile	Z3
Unto the same oblivion doomed	L3
Dear souls though infinite your wretchedness	Y3
Rest rest in peace And yet what peace is yours	Y3
Who can no comfort ever know	S3
While Time endures	Y3
Rest in the depths of your unmeasured woe	S3
O ye her children true	F2
Whose fate alone with hers may vie	S2
In endless hopeless misery	C
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But she rebukes you not	L3
Ah no but these alone	X
Who forced you with her to contend	L3
And still her bitter tears she blends with yours	Y3
In wretchedness that knows no end	L3
Oh that some pity in the heart were born	A4
For her who hath all other glories won	B4
Of one who from this dark profound abyss	Y3
Her weak and weary feet could guide	L3
Thou glorious shade oh say	Y3
Does no one love thy Italy	C
Say is the flame that kindled thee extinct	L3
And will that myrtle never bloom again	Y2
That hath so long consoled us in our pain	A2
Must all our garlands wither in the dust	L3
And shall we a redeemer never see	C
Who may in part at least resemble thee	C
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Are we forever lost	L3
Is there no limit to our shame	J
I while I live will never cease to cry	S2
'Degenerate race think of thy ancestry	C
Behold these ruins vast	L3
These pictures statues temples poems grand	L3
Think of the glories of thy native land	L3
If they thy soul cannot inspire or warn	A4
Why linger here Arise Begone	A4
This holy ground must not be thus defiled	L3
And must no shelter give	H2
Unto the coward and the slave	C4
Far better were the silence of the grave '	-