Thy gallant sons, with sons of other lands,
Will cause the Pilot of the sacred bark
Take speedy flight, and steer into the dark.
The time will also come, when one may stand
And see the Spaniard brandishing his knife
Above the Roman neck, and stay his hand
At bidding of his chief, from taking life.
The great Albano[7] he, who gives command
To draw the Spanish army from the strife,
In numbers weak, and yet in courage strong,