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Rome! what a scroll of History thine has been;
In the first days thy sword republican / Ruled the whole world for many an age's span:
Then of the peoples wert thou royal Queen, / Till in thy streets the bearded Goth was seen;
And now upon thy walls the breezes fan / (Ah, city crowned by God, discrowned by man! )
The hated flag of red and white and green.
When was thy glory! when in search for power / Thine eagles flew to greet the double sun, / And the wild nations shuddered at thy rod?
Nay, but thy glory tarried for this hour, / When pilgrims kneel before the Holy One, / The prisoned shepherd of the Church of God.
Montre Mario.