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THE LAST CONSTANTINE.
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LVI.
A moment's hush—and then he speaks—he speaks!
But not of hope! that dream hath long gone by:
His words are full of memory—as he seeks,
By the strong names of Rome and Liberty,
Which yet are living powers that fire the eye,
And rouse the heart of manhood; and by all
The sad yet grand remembrances that lie
Deep with earth's buried heroes; to recall
LVII.
His words are full of faith!—And thoughts, more high
Than Rome ere knew, now fill his glance with light;
Thoughts which give nobler lessons how to die
Than e'er were drawn from Nature's haughty might!
And to that eye, with all the spirit bright,
Have theirs replied in tears, which may not shame
The bravest in such moments!—'Tis a sight
To make all earthly splendours cold and tame,
