Their founders' charity in dust laid low;
And sent to God their ever-answered cries;
For he protects the poor, who made them so.
275.
Nor could thy fabric, Paul's, defend thee long,
Though thou wert sacred to thy Maker's praise;
Though made immortal by a poet's song,
And poets' songs the Theban walls could raise.[191]
276.
The daring flames peeped in, and saw from far