... Comforter of experience,
Enlightener of old events,
Beauty forever dares to widen and retrace
Her way, singing the marches of democracy,
Carrying banners of the time to be,
Calling companions to her high command.
There is a banner, Celia, in your hand!
Though sons, whose fathers bled
For freedom, struggle now instead
With heavier weapons and with weary-waking head