For scenes which in her wand’rings she’s beheld
Have throng’d that vision. She has seen again
That which has cross’d her in the paths of men,
That which has taught her life’s reality.
Yet deep within, Maremna’s soul is stirr’d
By that bright vision of a fight well won,
A gleam of hope that yet these things shall be,
That freedom shall not ever droop and pine,
But strike a blow for glorious liberty.
A waking vision to Maremna’s soul,