To you the funeral accents that I raise,
Might have opposed my bosom to the stroke,
And thus my useless life my country give!
That I might thus your cruel lot revoke,
To bear the wounds, so that ye two might live!
And she might proudly raise her front anew,
Victorious crown’d with rays of glory bright,
Her course ’gainst arduous fortune to pursue,
Triumphant in your wisdom and your might.