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And she would not delay
“She came with mother and with sire and
They bore me to the nearest hut-
Thus the vain fool who strove to glut
Sent me forth to the wilderness, Bound, naked, bleeding, and alone, To pass the desert to a throne,
What mortal his own doom may guess ?
Let none despond, let none despair!
As I shall yield when safely there.
His length beneath the dak-tree shade,
With leafy couch already made,
His eyes the hastening slumbers steep.
And if ye marvel Charles forgot
The king had been an hour asleep.
Q# Venice! Venice! when thy marble walls
Are level with the waters, there shall be A cry of nations o'er thy sunken halls,
A loud lament along the sweeping sea! If I, a northern wanderer, weep for thee, What should thy sons do?-any thing but weep: And yet they only murmur in their sleep, In contrast with their fathers-as the slime, The dull green ooze of the receding deep, Is with the dashing of the spring-tide foam, That drives the sailor shipless to his home, Are they to those that were; and thus they creep, Crouching and crab-like, through their sapping streets. Oh! agony—that centuries should reap No mellower harvest! Thirteen hundred years Of wealth and glory turn'd to dust and tears; And every monument the stranger meets, Church, palace, pillar, as a mourner greets; And even the Lion all subdued appears,