Vane, young in years, but in sage counsel old, Than whom a better senator ne'er held The helm of Rome, when gowns not arms repelled The fierce Epirot and the African bold: Whether to settle peace or to unfold The drift of hollow states, hard to be spelled, Then to advise how war may best, upheld, Move by her two main nerves, iron and gold, In all her equipage; besides to know Both spiritual power and civil, what each means, What severs each, thou hast learnt, which few have done. The bounds of either sword to thee we owe; Therefore on thy firm hand religion leans In peace, and reckons thee her eldest son. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ROCK OF AGES' by EDWARD H. RICE AMORETTI: 34 by EDMUND SPENSER RED HANRAHAN'S SONG ABOUT IRELAND by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE VOICE OF THE SEA by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE SPRING OF THE YEAR by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN CLEVEDON VERSES: 2. DORA by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN BALLADE OF THE BRAVE by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |