MAY 1 8 1910
130live. 1971to
Tranferria

Herrard College Library

COPYRIGHT, 1908 AND 1910, BY THEODORE (C. WILLIAMS

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

TO VIRGIL

Thy Rome died many deaths. Her native power
By slow diseases, such as nations know

When liberty is lost, became a show

And pageantry for slaves; then came the hour
Of outward death, as when a withered flower
Falls in a tempest; o'er her lying low
The barbarous legions in resistless flow
Rained seas of death on temple, street and tower.

But thou, imperial Virgil, couldst not die.

Still through strange seas thy storm-tossed Trojans fare;
Thy visions live; thy voice is singing still.
We wanderers to a vaster West descry

New worlds, new sorrows; but true hearts that bear

The sacred past, seek Heaven's prophetic will.

TO GEORGE HERBERT PALMER

I hear thy accent when I read
The change-and-time-defying creed
Of Shakespeare's youth; or when divine
Odysseus pleads in words of thine;

Through thee our England's laureled choir
Breathed o'er my youth their generous fire :
And now these strains of Virgil's song
Not less to thee than him belong.