I took a merited vengeance on her pride,
Debasing her great sons, that in their fall
Her people might be men. I loved her tribes,
Since they were mine. I made their homes secure;
I raised their free condition into state —
And I am here! These ruins speak for me —
An exile; scarred with honorable wounds,
At seventy years, alone and desolate.
“But the o’er-ruling Deities decree
My triumph. From thy ruins comes a voice