What millions died that Caesar might be great!

His faithful dog salutes the smiling guest.

The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory or the grave! Wave, Munich! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry!

Who hath not own'd, with rapture-smitten frame, The power of grace, the magic of a name.

Truth ever lovely - since the world began, The foe of tyrants, and the friend of man.

Ye are brothers! ye are men! And we conquer but to save.

Coming events cast their shadows before.