Till from Seven Hills, in one wall, see come,
Mistress of a world, Imperial Rome!
Noblest of Monsters! beautiful as brave,
And strong at once to conquer, and to save.
Yet sometimes dream I legends strange and sweet,
Ere Nymphs nursed Jove upon a hill of Crete,
Of days when Earth, a garden bright and fair,
Gave Man fruits as easily as the air
He breathed; when all that trod or flew had part
In a large brotherhood of sense and heart,