“But now for the near future—I will show How to surmount, and how to bear with, woe; Faint not, endure, and earn renown! On Earth, What, without store of fame, is living worth! Weigh not the toils and snares, that, I foresee, Impend, ere Thou shalt reign in Italy. Remember thy reward, the noble end Tow’rds which thy trials and thy hardships tend. Teach a world-empire how its Founder bears The load of war, and, worse, intestine cares; For these must be, though I spare Thee the sight Of brothers against brothers armed for fight— Decii, Drusi, Gracchi—each House moved By jealous passion for the Rome all loved. And when the All-Conquering shall have hurled Her legions to the confines of the world, Lo! Chiefs—allied by blood, and leagued to share Two continents between them—arm to tear Their country’s entrails piecemeal! Baleful strife! Will not one victim serve—Great Cato’s life? Joy! God grants my prayer! There is brave steel Of double virtue, both to wound and heal; And of that heav’nly temper, Youth, is thine, Second founder of the Julian line! Hail to Olympian Cæsar! Who would Not guard dear life at cost of Roman blood; And ere—too soon—he parts, will choose an heir Of skill divine the ship of State to steer Clear of the breakers; Kind and keen to know His fellow Romans, with the rush and flow, The genius for sovereignty; their fate To be Earth’s lords, and Earth’s to stand and wait! Let others wile the furnace with its heat To warm the heart within the bronze to beat, Cunningly lift th’ imprisoning stone away, And lead nymphs forth to blush in rosy day; Dissemble truth with nimble tongues; and call Stars by their names; tell when they rise and fall. Others Rome’s Arts;— To speak her mistress will: Fight if it please her; bid the world keep still! See that her vassals nowhere suffer wrong; —Make Pride her Right; be Valiant, and be Strong!”