Garibaldi’s Promise.
Reading edition
By KATHERINE DRAYTON MAYRANT SIMONS, JR.
O Loveland of the Poets, In the hour of your pain, Does Garibaldi's promise To your heroes hold again? There were fisher lads among them, In the shirt of peasant red, And mountaineers from Tyrol, When Garibaldi said: "I have no prayer to make you, For to God alone I kneel! I have no price to pay you, For your wage is Austrian steel! "There is naught of knightly emblem For the honor of the brave, And the only land I grant you Will be length to mark your grave! "I promise cold and hunger In the stead of drink and meat! I promise death, my brothers, Shall be yours before defeat!" O Sweetheart of the Nations, In the hour of your pain, Does Garibaldi's promise To Italia hold again?