The Song of the Roman Legions

Through Alpines snow, though Parthian sand,
   With firm and steady tread,
We bear with us our Fatherland,
   Our Roman rights inbread.

And where we pitch our camp each night
   There dwells our native zone,
We follow our eagle's flight,
   The whole world is our own.

With victory won the sword is sunk,
   We work with plow and spade,
The land which Roman blood has drunk
   Is Roman penates made.

By Euphrates's and Danubes' streams
   We worship Roman Lares,
And soon another Rome outgleams
   'Midst rude barabarian stares.

The forest falls, the swamps are dried,
   The lictor's rods draw near,
A beauteous world grows by our side,
   The olive, vine, appear.

We built stone roads throughout the lands
   O'er which till las of days
The brazen tread of warlike bands
   Shall echo forth our praise.

From Delphic priest's inspired face
   The world of fate resounded,
That stable as the earth's own base
   The might of Rome is founded.

From pole to pole eternal will
   Our Roman eagles fly,
While on the Capitolian hill
   The gods enthroned dwell nigh.

-- By Felix Dahn. From The Library of Choice Literature and Encyclopedia of Universal Authorship, Volume 10, p.109. Published 1890. - Online Resources and Information About the Roman Empire