XCII.

And would be all or nothing--nor could wait For the sure grave to level him; few years Had fixed him with the Cæsars in his fate On whom we tread: For _this_ the conqueror rears The Arch of Triumph! and for this the tears And blood of earth flow on as they have flowed, An universal Deluge, which appears Without an Ark for wretched Man's abode, And ebbs but to reflow!--Renew thy rainbow, God![nv]