Versamelde gedigte

1942-1943

From sheltering strongholds, beaten to the sea,

The Nazi dog flees back into his den,

And licks his wound and counts his tale of men

Still fit to complement his infamy.
One land, at least, of those he enslaved is free.

For as great Charles at Fontarabia's glen

Chased from the north the nobler Saracen,

So we have driven this beast from Barbary,
And purged its fields of his foul pestilence.

One part of the great labour Fate has piled

Upon us has been done. Let us be strong.

There still remains our final care - to cleanse

The war-soiled states his presence has defiled

Through ten long years of infamy and wrong.

Where Meli sang in melting strains the lay

Of human loves and sorrows; where the Greek

Came from his far-off Cyclades to seek

Another home, and where upon their way
Justinian's cohorts crush the Vandal's sway,

The new Crusaders stand, no longer weak,

But doughty in the strength that dares to wreak

Full vengeance on the Vandals of to-day.
For like the hosts the Hermit led of old

They too by faith inspired have travelled far

To free a world enslaved by paynim might.

And theirs shall be the glory to behold

The light of Freedom, like a morning star,

Shine from Trinacria forth into the night.