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Ages have winged their solemn flight, And Nature's features widely changed,
Since the great Roman in his might,
Unconquered legions round him ranged ;
Two thousand years have marred the scene.
But man remains the same, I ween.
Near this same plain ; a greater far
Than Rome's high chief held boundless sway ; And sought to pour a mightier war,
On Britain's isle in recent day. One threatened in her feeble hour ; The other, in her pride and power.
And just their fates !—The Romans came,
T' exalt and civilise the brave ; The Frenchman, in the lust of fame,
To conquer, ruin, and enslave ; One she proclaims her boast, her pride ; The other, as her captive, died.
But what are they, and what are all,
To us, mv friends, this bright spring day ?
Come, haste we to yon waterfall,
Where golden trouts incessant play ;
There, steeped in Nature's gentlest joys.
Forget the world and all its toys.