What honours can a grateful Rome,A grateful senate, Caesar, giveTo make thy worth through days to comeEmblazon'd on our records live,Mightiest of chieftains whomsoe'erThe sun beholds from heaven on high?They know thee now, thy strength in war,Those unsubdued Vindelici.Thine was the sword that Drusus drew,When on the Breunian hordes he fell,And storm'd the fierce Genaunian crewE'en in their Alpine citadel,And paid them back their debt twice told'Twas then the elder Nero cameTo conflict, and in ruin roll'dStout Raetian kernes of giant frame.O, 'twas a gallant sight to seeThe shocks that beat upon the braveWho chose to perish and be free!As south winds scourge the rebel wave