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JUNE—1849
For Rome! for Italy!—ay! for the world:
It is one quarrel. True Republican!
Where'er thy banner'd faith may be unfurl'd
There be thy heart. Thy cause is that of Man,
The cause of the People; and where'er upheld
(Amid Carpathian wilds, or on the steeps
Of Caucasus, above the pride of Eld
Over the Vatican, or midst the heaps
Of England's shameful traffic), thou dost well
To throw thy spirit into danger's van.
For Rome! for Rome! O that our swords were there.
Thou Land of Brutus and of Raffaelle
And of Mazzini! how could we despair
Of Thee, the Holy and Invincible?
It is one quarrel. True Republican!
Where'er thy banner'd faith may be unfurl'd
There be thy heart. Thy cause is that of Man,
The cause of the People; and where'er upheld
(Amid Carpathian wilds, or on the steeps
Of Caucasus, above the pride of Eld
Over the Vatican, or midst the heaps
Of England's shameful traffic), thou dost well
To throw thy spirit into danger's van.
For Rome! for Rome! O that our swords were there.
Thou Land of Brutus and of Raffaelle
And of Mazzini! how could we despair
Of Thee, the Holy and Invincible?
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