Their banners o'er thy wide and fertile land,—
Here beat thee down, there treat thee as a slave,
With pride ambitious, and a haughty hand,—
The time will come (if I the knowledge grave
Which Heaven to Proteus taught do understand)
When these said Romans shall receive their fall
From those whom presently they hold in thrall.
I see them come, the peoples from afar,
Who on thy gentle breast will seek to dwell,
When, to thy heart's content, they have made war