Ah Why Deceive Ourselves! By No Mere Fit Of Sudden Passion Roused Shall Men Attain True Freedom Where For Ages They Have Lain Bound In A Dark Abominable Pit, With Life'S Best Sinews More And More Unknit. Here, There, A Banded Few Who Loathe The Chain May Rise To Break It; Effort Worse Than Vain For Thee, O Great Italian Nation, Split Into Those Jarring Fractions. Let Thy Scope Be One Fixed Mind For All; Thy Rights Approve To Thy Own Conscience Gradually Renewed; Learn To Make Time The Father Of Wise Hope; Then Trust Thy Cause To The Arm Of Fortitude, The Light Of Knowledge, And The Warmth Of Love.