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My country I the walls the arches see	A
The columns statues and the towers	B
Deserted of our ancestors	B
But ah the glory I do not behold	C
The laurel and the sword that graced	D
Our sires of old	C
Now all unarmed a naked brow	E
A naked breast dost thou display	F
Ah me how many wounds what stains of blood	G
Oh what a sight art thou	E
Most beautiful of women I	H
To heaven cry aloud and to the world	I
Who hath reduced her to this pass	J
Say say And worst of all alas	J
See both her arms in chains are bound	K
With hair dishevelled and without a veil	L
She sits disconsolate upon the ground	K
And hides her face between her knees	M
As she bewails her miseries	M
Oh weep my Italy for thou hast cause	N
Thou who wast born the nations to subdue	O
As victor and as victim too	O
Oh if thy eyes two living fountains were	P
The volume of their tears could ne'er express	Q
Thy utter helplessness thy shame	R
Thou who wast once the haughty dame	R
And now the wretched slave	S
Who speaks or writes of thee	A
That must not bitterly exclaim	R
She once was great but oh behold her now	E
Why hast thou fallen thus oh why	H
Where is the ancient force	T
Where are the arms the valor constancy	A
Who hath deprived thee of thy sword	U
What treachery what skill what labor vast	V
Or what o'erwhelming horde	U
Whose fierce invading tide thou could'st not stem	W
Hath robbed thee of thy robe and diadem	W
From such a height how couldst thou fall so low	X
Will none defend thee No	X
No son of thine For arms for arms I call	Y
Alone I'll fight for thee alone will fall	Y
And from my blood a votive offering	Z
May flames of fire in every bosom spring	Z
Where are thy sons The sound of arms I hear	A2
Of chariots of voices and of drums	B2
From foreign lands it comes	B2
For which thy children fight	C2
Oh hearken hearken Italy I see	A
Or is it but a dream	D2
A wavering of horse and foot	E2
And smoke and dust and flashing swords	F2
That like the lightning gleam	D2
Art thou not comforted Dost turn away	F
Thy eyes in horror from the doubtful fray	F
Ye gods ye gods Oh can it be	A
The youth of Italy	A
Their hireling swords for other lands have bared	G2
Oh wretched he in war who falls	H2
Not for his native shores	I2
His loving wife and children dear	J2
But fighting for another's gain	K2
And by another's foe is slain	K2
Nor can he say as his last breath he draws	L2
My mother land beloved ah see	A
The life thou gav'st I render back to thee	A
Oh fortunate and dear and blessed	M2
The ancient days when rushed to death the brave	S
In crowds their country's life to save	S
And you forever glorious	N2
Thessalian straits	O2
Where Persia Fate itself could not withstand	P2
The fiery zeal of that devoted band	P2
Do not the trees the rocks the waves	Q2
The mountains to each passer by	H
With low and plaintive voice tell	R2
The wondrous tale of those who fell	R2
Heroes invincible who gave	S
Their lives their Greece to save	S
Then cowardly as fierce	S2
Xerxes across the Hellespont retired	T2
A laughing stock to all succeeding time	U2
And up Anthela's hill where e'en in death	V2
The sacred Band immortal life obtained	W2
Simonides slow climbing thoughtfully	A
Looked forth on sea and shore and sky	H
And then his cheeks with tears bedewed	W2
And heaving breast and trembling foot he stood	W2
His lyre in hand and sang	X2
O ye forever blessed	W2
Who bared your breasts unto the foeman's lance	Y2
For love of her who gave you birth	Z2
By Greece revered and by the world admired	W2
What ardent love your youthful minds inspired	W2
To rush to arms such perils dire to meet	W2
A fate so hard with loving smiles to greet	W2
Her children why so joyously	A
Ran ye that stern and rugged pass to guard	W2
As if unto a dance	Y2
Or to some splendid feast	W2
Each one appeared to haste	W2
And not grim death Death to brave	S
But Tartarus awaited ye	A
And the cold Stygian wave	S
Nor were your wives or children at your side	W2
When on that rugged shore	A3
Without a kiss without a tear ye died	W2
But not without a fearful blow	A
To Persians dealt and their undying shame	R
As at a herd of bulls a lion glares	B3
Then plunging in upon the back	C3
Of this one leaps and with his claws	L2
A passage all along his chine he tears	B3
And fiercely drives his teeth into his sides	D3
Such havoc Grecian wrath and valor made	W2
Amongst the Persian ranks dismayed	W2
Behold each prostrate rider and his steed	W2
Behold the chariots and the fallen tents	E3
A tangled mass their flight impede	W2
And see among the first to fly	A
The tyrant pale and in disorder wild	W2
See how the Grecian youths	F3
With blood barbaric dyed	W2
And dealing death on every side	W2
By slow degrees by their own wounds subdued	W2
The one upon the other fall Farewell	A
Ye heroes blessed whose names shall live	G3
While tongue can speak or pen your story tell	A
Sooner the stars torn from their spheres shall hiss	H3
Extinguished in the bottom of the sea	A
Than the dear memory and love of you	O
Shall suffer loss or injury	A
Your tomb an altar is the mothers here	A2
Shall come unto their little ones to show	A
The lovely traces of your blood Behold	W2
Ye blessed myself upon the ground I throw	A
And kiss these stones these clods	A
Whose fame unto the end of time	U2
Shall sacred be in every clime	U2
Oh had I too been here with you	O
And this dear earth had moistened with my blood	W2
But since stern Fate would not consent	W2
That I for Greece my dying eyes should close	A
In conflict with her foes	A
Still may the gracious gods accept	W2
The offering I bring	Z
And grant to me the precious boon	I3
Your Hymn of Praise to sing	Z

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