( 355 ) 3. Princefs! if our aged eyes Weep upon thy matchlefs wrongs, Tis becaufe refentment ties All the terrors of our tongues. 4. Rome shall perish-write that word In the blood that she has spilt; Perish hopeless and abhorr❜d, Deep in ruin as in guilt. 5. Rome for empire far renown'd, Tramples on a thousand states, Soon her pride shall kifs the ground Hark! the Gaul is at her gates. .6. Other Romans shall arife, Heedlefs of a foldier's name, Sounds, not arms, fhall win the prize, Harmony the path to fame. 7. Then the progeny that springs From the forefts of our land, Arm'd with thunder, clad with wings, Shall a wider world command. 8. Regions Cæfar never knew, Thy pofterity shall sway, Where his eagles never flew, None invincible as they. 9. Such the bards prophetic words, Pregnant with celeftial fire, Bending as he swept the chords Of his fweet but awful lyre. 10. She with all a monarch's pride, Ruffians, II. Ruffians, pittiless as proud, Heav'n awards the vengeance due, Empire is on us bestow'd, Shame and ruin wait for you. THERE was a time when Ætna's filent fire Slept unperceiv'd, the mountain yet entire, The peasant's hopes, and not in vain, assur'd, When on a day, like that of the last doom, She teem'd and heav'd with an infernal birth, And hang their horrors in the neighb'ring skies, It marches o'er the proftrate works of man, Revolving feasons, fruitlefs as they pass, See it an uninform'd and idle mass, Without a foil t'invite the tiller's care, Or blade that might redeem it from despair. Yet time at length (what will not time atchieve?) Once Once more the fpiry myrtle crowns the glade, Oh charming paradife of fhort liv'd fweets! The self-fame gale that wafts the fragrance round, Again the mountain feels th' imprison'd foe, Ten thousand fwains the wafted fcene deplore, Ye monarchs, whom the lure of honour draws, Who write in blood the merits of your caufe, Who ftrike the blow, then plead your own defence, Glory your aim, but justice your pretence ; The mischiefs your ambitious pride inspires. Faft by the stream that bounds your just do main, And tells you where ye have a right to reign, |