XXX.

And it is thus with thee! thy lot is cast On evil days, thou Cæsar!--yet the few, That set their generous bosom to the blast Which rocks thy throne--the fearless and the true, Bear hearts wherein thy glance can still renew The free devotion of the years gone by, When from bright dreams th’ ascendant Roman drew Enduring strength! States vanish--ages fly-- But leave one task unchanged--to suffer and to die!