XVII.

Stop!--for thy tread is on an Empire's dust! An Earthquake's spoil is sepulchred below! Is the spot marked with no colossal bust?[287] Nor column trophied for triumphal show? None; but _the moral's truth_ tells simpler so.--[gz][288] As the ground was before, thus let it be;--[ha] How that red rain hath made the harvest grow! And is this all the world has gained by thee, Thou first and last of Fields! king-making Victory?