O star of morning and of liberty!

 

O star of morning and of liberty!

  O bringer of the light, whose splendor shines

  Above the darkness of the Apennines,

  Forerunner of the day that is to be!

5The voices of the city and the sea,

  The voices of the mountains and the pines,

  Repeat thy song, till the familiar lines

  Are footpaths for the thought of Italy!

Thy fame is blown abroad from all the heights,

10  Through all the nations; and a sound is heard,

  As of a mighty wind, and men devout,

Strangers of Rome, and the new proselytes,

  In their own language hear thy wondrous word,

  And many are amazed and many doubt.