II
Hark to an exiled son's appeal,
III
Thou wilt not cower in the dust,
IV
Come! 'tis the red dawn of the day,
V
Come! for thy shield is bright and strong,
VI
Dear Mother! burst the tyrant's chain,
VII
I see the blush upon thy cheek,
VIII
Thou wilt not yield the Vandal toll,
IX
I hear the distant thunder-hum,