The faces of his gods were shown,
When to the world—a youth—there came
Fair Wisdom, Power, and Beauty’s dame,
Heré, not Pallas, had his choice
But Aphrodité won his voice.
The crumbling strength of mighty Rome,
Her grave, her cradle, and her home;
There stood the emblems of her reign—
The Arch that would the world sustain,
And still doth span in legioned range