It was not thus when ev’ry shore
From farthest Ind to Scylla bore
Its richest gifts for thee—
Nor thus when at Lepanti fell
The fiery hordes of Ishmaël.
Thou saw’st proconsuls on the Rhone,
The Gaul beyond the Rhine,
The Cæsar on his eastern throne,
The English Alfred’s line—
Thou saw’st the first and last crusade