Must live in numbers or can live no more.
While sculptured Jove some nameless waste may claim,
Still roars the Olympic car in Pindar’s fame:
Troy’s doubtful walls, in ashes pass’d away,
Yet frown on Greece in Homer’s deathless lay;
Rome, slowly sinking in her crumbling fanes,
Stands all immortal in her Maro’s strains;
So, too, yon giant empress of the isles,
On whose broad sway the sun for ever smiles,
To Time’s unsparing rage one day must bend,