Our soldiers boast Ancestral statues.

If to us were given A Curius, if Camillus were returned, Or patriot Decius to devote his life, Here would they take their stand.

From furthest east All nations gathered, cities as the sand Unnumbered, give their aid: a world complete Serves 'neath our standards.

North and south and all Who have their being 'neath the starry vault, Here meet in arms conjoined: And shall we not Crush with our closing wings this paltry foe?
Few shall find room to strike; the rest with voice Must be content to aid: for Caesar's ranks Suffice not for us.

Think from Rome's high walls The matrons watch you with their hair unbound; Think that the Senate hoar, too old for arms, With snowy locks outspread; and Rome herself, The world's high mistress, fearing now, alas! A despot -- all exhort you to the fight.
Think that the people that is and that shall be Joins in the prayer -- in freedom to be born, In freedom die, their wish.