XCI.

Yet to the remnants of thy Splendour past[gb] Shall pilgrims, pensive, but unwearied, throng; Long shall the voyager, with th' Ionian blast,[198] Hail the bright clime of Battle and of Song: Long shall thine annals and immortal tongue Fill with thy fame the youth of many a shore; Boast of the agéd! lesson of the young! Which Sages venerate and Bards adore, As Pallas and the Muse unveil their awful lore.