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Still there is remaining Something of the past, Many a broken column Down to earth is cast, Tangled with the long green grass. Yet some graceful arches Green with moss and weeds, Tell where stood the altar ’Mid the sighing reeds—

Still the ground is haunted With those other days, O’er which memory lingers, While the mind portrays Mighty chiefs and deeds of old. Mighty are the shadows Flitting o’er the scene; Earth hath sacred places Where the dead have been.

Still their solemn presence Is upon the air; And the stars and moonlight Of the past declare— So in other days they shone, When the young avenger In the temple stood, Calling on the midnight, To hear his vow of blood.

Yet the Roman poet Hallowed with his song, Tales of olden warfare, Still have strife and wrong Mourned man’s progress over earth.