Roumania

ANOTHER land has crashed into the deep, The heir and namesake of that Rome, whose laws Spread the great peace.—Grey Power, that yet o'erawes The thoughts of men, first to bid nations keep The bounds of right, and earth's wild borders steep, O, from thy pinnacle 'mid time's applause Salute, great Rome, the victim of man's cause, Thy child, Roumania!—Nay, not ours to weep.

O Latin Race! how doth our debt increase At every flash of thy unfathomed soul, Long on the rock of justice founding peace, While ever round thee new-born ages roll! Genius divine! when shall thy glory cease! Rise, rise, Roumania! yet thy soul is whole! George Edward Woodberry