XXXIV.

'Ah, what avails (he said) to trace the springs 'That whirl of empire the stupendous wheel! 'Ah, what have I to do with conquering kings, 'Hands drenched in blood, and breasts begirt with steel! 'To those, whom Nature taught to think and feel, 'Heroes, alas! are things of small concern. 'Could History man's secret heart reveal, 'And what imports a heaven-born mind to learn, 'Her transcripts to explore what bosom would not yearn!