My father's father saw it not, And I, belike, shall never come To look on that so-holy spot - The very Rome - Crowned by all Time, all Art, all Might, The equal work of Gods and Man, City beneath whose oldest height - The Race began!

Soon to send forth again a brood, Unshakeable, we pray, that clings To Rome's thrice-hammered hardihood - In arduous things.

Strong heart with triple armour bound, Beat strongly, for Thy life-blood runs, Age after Age, the Empire round - In us Thy Sons, Who, distant from the Seven Hills, Loving and serving much, require Thee - Thee to guard 'gainst home-born ills The Imperial Fire!