In the first days thy sword republican
Then of thy peoples thou wert crowned Queen,
And now upon thy walls the breezes fan
The hated flag of red and white and green.
Thine eagles flew to greet the double sun,
Nay, but thy glory tarried for this hour,
The prisoned shepherd of the Church of God.
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