BETA

II. Garibaldi’s Hymn.

The tombs have been rent, and the dead have come
forth—1
All our martyrs, in haste, from their rest have arisen ;2
Bright swords in their hands, laurel wreaths round
their brows,3
The name of Italia upbreathing to Heaven.4
Forward, then ! youthful troops, give our flag to the
wind—5
For one, and for all, let the same banner wave.6
Come ye all ! with the sword ; let each soul be on fire,7
The name of Italia from slavery to save.8
Go forth from the land, go forth, ’tis the hour—9
Go forth from the land, ’tis the hour, O stranger !10
Let the region of flowers, of sweet sounds and of song,11
Be again the arena of deeds in the field ;12
With a hundred vile chains they have shackled our
hands,13
But they still know the sword of Legnano to wield.14
Our souls are not quelled by the Austrians’ rule ;15
Ne’er yet ’neath the yoke grew the children of Rome ;16
Too long has Italia bowed low neath their sway—17
No longer the tyrant shall dwell in her home.18
Go forth from the land, go forth, ’tis the hour—19
Go forth from the land, ’tis the hour, O stranger !20
Let our homes be our own—on the Danube be thine.21
Thou hast ravaged our valleys, and plundered our bread ;22
Henceforth, for our children, their fair fruit shall spring ;23
On our soil, in its freedom, no tyrant shall tread.24
The two seas and the Alps are Italia’s bounds ;25
Let each landmark between into nothingness fall ;26
To a chariot of fire let the Apennines yield,27
And the standard of Liberty float over all.28
Go forth from the land, go forth, ’tis the hour—29
Go forth from the land, ’tis the hour, O stranger !30
Be silent each tongue ; be each arm raised to strike ;31
Every face to the enemy turned in its wrath ;32
If Italia have but one thought and one soul,33
Soon the stranger shall seek o’er the mountains a path.34
The land must be free from the spoilers’ rude grasp ;35
The spoils of the vanquished we care not to own.36
Italia’s sons have but one heart and one soul,37
And her hundred fair cities are one—one alone.38
M. F. A. P.