O bringer of the light, whose splendor shines
Above the darkness of the Apennines,
Forerunner of the day that is to be!
The voices of the mountains and the pines,
Repeat thy song, till the familiar lines
Are footpaths for the thought of Italy!
Through all the nations, and a sound is heard,
As of a mighty wind, and men devout,
In their own language hear thy wondrous word,
And many are amazed and many doubt.