To The Soldiers Of Pius Ninth.

Warriors true, 'tis no false glory         For which now you peril life, -     For no worthless aim unholy,         Do ye plunge into the strife;     No unstable, fleeting vision         Bright before your gaze hath shone,     No day dream of wild ambition,         Now your footsteps urges on:     But a cause both great and glorious,         Worthy of a Christian's might,     One which yet shall be victorious, -         'Tis the cause of God and right:     Men! by aim more pure and holy         Say, could soldiers be enticed?     Strike for truth and conscience solely,         Strike for Pius and for Christ.     Even like the brave Crusaders -         Heroes true and tried of old,     You would check the rash invaders         Of all that we sacred hold.     And though hosts your steps beleaguer,         Full of might and martial pride;     For the conflict be you eager -         God Himself will be your guide!     Soldiers of the Cross, remember         In the cause you fight for now,     'Tis not earthly wreaths you gather         To adorn the dauntless brow;     But the laurels bright - unfading,         Never from you to be riven -     Which will yet your brows be shading         In the shining courts of Heaven.