Yet, somewhere, beyond all, there still endures,
That pure Republic: and its white walls shine,
Proudly, a dream no conquests can dispel.
Your hosts toil uselessly; no force can take
Those walls. Your legionaries break and break,
In vain. Ever, before each bleeding line,
It rises still, the Vision Invincible!
TRANSCRIBER’S NOTE:
Obvious typographical errors have been corrected.