No gold—no jewels bright, We offer at the shrine Where Italy adores the light Of liberty divine. A sterner gift we bring— Ye frowning tubes of death Your bolts of vengeance wing, Till tyrants quail beneath. From fort—from "deadly breach" Pour from your sulph'rous throats, As far as sound can reach, In loud prophetic notes, A voice whose thunder tones Shall Europe's despots wake, And on their crumbling thrones In craven terror shake. Victor Emmanuel!—name Of augury divine— Thee victor we proclaim! For Freedom's cause is thine, "Emmanuel—God with us "— Of old was Piedmont's cry— Emmanuel, ever thus Be God to aid thee nigh! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CENTER OF GRAVITY by DAVID IGNATOW ROCK ME TO SLEEP by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN CHILD'S EVENING HYMN by SABINE BARING-GOULD AT CANDLE-LIGHTIN' TIME by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR LOREINE: A HORSE by ARTHUR DAVISON FICKE TO LUCASTA, [ON] GOING TO THE WARS by RICHARD LOVELACE ODE SUNG AT THE OPENING OF THE INTERNATIONAL EXHIBITION by ALFRED TENNYSON |