XXV.

But my Soul wanders; I demand it back To meditate amongst decay, and stand A ruin amidst ruins; there to track Fall'n states and buried greatness, o'er a land Which _was_ the mightiest in its old command, And _is_ the loveliest, and must ever be The master-mould of Nature's heavenly hand; Wherein were cast the heroic and the free,-- The beautiful--the brave--the Lords of earth and sea,