When, sword in hand, it chose to roam,
Its warfare's bourne, its travel's belt,
Was devastation widely dealt.
With their perennial hills; but Crime,
That hastens the decrees of time,
Brought low a Power, which, when it chose
To spurn confinement and repose,
Made devastation widely dealt,
Its warfare's bourne, its travel's belt.
[21] 1820.