Here lieth, All that could die of a man immortal, PETER ALEXIOWITZ: It is almost superfluous to add, _Great Emperor of Russia!_ A title, Which, instead of adding to his glory, Became glorious by his wearing it. Let antiquity be dumb, Nor boast her Alexander, or her Cæsar. How easy was victory To leaders who were followed by heroes! And whose soldiers felt a noble disdain At being thought less vigilant than their generals! But he, Who in this place first knew rest, Found subjects base and inactive, Unwarlike, unlearned, untractable; Neither covetous of fame, nor fearless of danger; Creatures with the names of men, But with qualities rather brutal than rational! Yet, even these He polished from their native ruggedness; And, breaking out like a new sun, To illuminate the minds of a people, Dispelled their night of hereditary darkness; And, by force of his invincible influence, Taught them to conquer Even the conquerors of Germany. Other princes have commanded victorious armies; This commander created them. Blush, O Art! at a hero who owed thee nothing Exult, O Nature! for thine was this prodigy.