Still to thy model turn, as seamen to their star.
LXXXV.
Glory to those whose relics thus arrest
The gaze of ages! Glory to the free!
For they, they only, could have thus imprest
Their mighty image on the years to be!
Empires and cities in oblivion lie,
Grandeur may vanish, conquest be forgot,—
To leave on earth renown that cannot die,
Of high-soul’d genius is th’ unrivall’d lot.