Should the foreigners’ cannon Dare to invade our lands, Let us draw the sword at once, And know how to conquer or die. With the blood of the Araucanian We have inherited our valor; The sword shall not tremble in the hand That defends the honor of Chile. 5 Pure, O Chile, is thy azure sky, Purest breezes do cross thee as well, And thy flower-embroidered fields Are the happy copy of Eden. Majestic are the snow-covered mountains, Given by God for thy bulwark, And the ocean that washes thy shores Is a promise of thy future splendor. 6 Those graces, O Chile, those flowers Which carpet thy fruitful soil, Let them never be trod by invaders, But sheltered by the shadow of peace. Our hearts shall be thy walls,-- With thy name we shall know how to win, Or thy noble and glorious standard Shall see us fall fighting. Transcriber’s Notes A few minor errors in punctuation were fixed. Page 65: “Vina del Mar” changed to “Viña del Mar” Page 69: “Don Fedrico” changed to “Don Federico” Page 117: “in Uraguay” changed to “in Uruguay” Page 127 & 128: “alemos” changed to “alamos”