Scipio the vulgar pomp of power disdaining—
In thy deep shades a Julius fled from fame,
Mæcenas claiming from his bards a name—
A Cato pondering virtue—Brutus crime—
What say’st thou, river, with thy ceaseless chime?
Bring’st thou the tones of Horace’ burning lyre?
Or Cæsar’s voice of soothing or of ire?
The forum of a race of heroes brave,
Where striving tribunes lashed the stormy wave
Which, like thy mounting surge in fury hurled,