SONG—ZORIMBO.
[1.]
When our country calls to arms,
Native zeal enflames each breast;
Fame displays her dauntless charms,
In every martial splendor drest.
Yet in pity's steps we tread,
Nor cruelly war's weapon lave;
When a prostrate foe shall plead,
Our greatest glory be to save!
2.
Invasion's threat can ne're affright,
Our country's wrongs will lead us on;
Justice shall guide us in the fight,
And mercy when the battle's won.
Then, if gasping on the field
Some hero draws his latest breath,
To soft humanity we'll yield,
And weep for a brave soldier's death.
At the close of the song, Rolla marches off his
troops.
