LXXXIV.

Thy dictatorial wreath--couldst thou divine To what would one day dwindle that which made Thee more than mortal? and that so supine By aught than Romans Rome should thus be laid?[nq] She who was named Eternal, and arrayed Her warriors but to conquer--she who veiled Earth with her haughty shadow, and displayed,[nr] Until the o'er-canopied horizon failed, Her rushing wings--Oh! she who was Almighty hailed!