Their foreign foes, on earth or main;
More glorious to return again:
But he an alien from this shore,
Must quit them to return no more.
He could have fought for Genoa’s right,
His soul blenched not in thickest fight—
He could drench that arm deep in gore,
But not quail ’neath a foeman’s power.
He could have fought till latest gasp
To free from an invader’s grasp