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ALARIC AT ROME.

12, 1840.

shroud of the forgotten dead,

Oblivion's dreary fountain, where art thou:

Why speed'st thou not thy deathlike wave to shed

O'er humbled pride, and self-reproaching woe:

Or time's stern hand, why blots it not away

The saddening tale that tells of sorrow and decay?

There are, whose glory passeth not away—

Even in the grave their fragrance cannot fade:

Others there are as deathless full as they,

Who for themselves a monument have made

By their own crimes—a lesson to all eyes—

Of wonder to the fool—of warning to the wise.