ON THE PROPOSED PRESENTATION OF GUNS BY THE PEOPLE OF BRITAIN TO THE KING OF SARDINIA, IN AID OF

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!