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A Leader comes! Let loud huzzas
Burst from the extended line,
And glancing arms, and helmets raised,
In martial splendor shine.

A Conqueror comes! Fly, Austrians, fly,
Before his awful frown.
Kneel, Lombards, kneel! That pallid brow
Has worn the iron crown.

The eagles wave, the trumpets sound,
Amid the cannons' roar,
Ye, victors of a hundred fields,
Surround your chief once more!

And can it be? the warlike strain
That rose upon Marengo's plain,
And, to the breeze in triumph flung,
O'er Alpine cliff and glacier rung –