...id march, when to Iberian fights 'The war commands thee? Weight nor power have we ' To sway the mighty conflicts of the world. ' We boast no victories since our fatherland 'We left in exile: when Phocaea 's fort ' Perished in flames, we sought another here; 'And here on foreign shores, in narrow bounds ' Confined and safe, our boast is sturdy faith; ' Nought else. But if our city to blockade ' Is...