Homer

And from the savage Urals to the plain A new barbarian folk shall send alarms, The coast of Agenorean Thebes again Be waked with sound of chariots and of arms;

And Rome shall fall; and Tiber's current drain The nameless lands of long-deserted farms: But thou, like Hercules, shalt still remain, Untouched by fiery Etna's deadly charms;

And with thy youthful temples laurel-crowned Shalt rise to the eternal Form's embrace Whose unveiled smile all earliest was thine;

And till the Alps to gulfing sea give place, By Latin shore or on Achæan ground, Like heaven's sun, shalt thou, O Homer, shine!

LEVIA GRAVIA.