Shall War’s polluted banner ne’er be furled?
Shall crimes and tyrants cease but with the world?
What! are thy triumphs, sacred Truth, belied?
Why then hath Plato lived—or Sidney died?—
Ye fond adorers of departed fame,
Who warm at Scipio’s worth, or Tully’s name!
Ye that, in fancied vision, can admire
The sword of Brutus, and the Theban lyre!
Rapt in historic ardour, who adore
Each classic haunt, and well-remembered shore.