'Twas then, while stillness grasp'd the sleeping air,
And dewy slumbers seal'd the eye of care;
Divine AMBITION to her votary came:
Her left hand waving, bore the trump of fame;
Her right a regal sceptre seem'd to hold,
With gems far-blazing from the burnish'd gold.
And thus, "My Son,"the Queen of Glory said;
"Immortal Caesar, raise thy languid head.
"Shall Night's dull chains the man of counsels bind?
"Or MORPHEUS rule the monarch of mankind?
"See worlds unvanquish'd yet await thy sword!
"Barbaric lands, that scorn a Latian lord!
"See yon proud isle, whose mountains meet the sky,
"Thy foes encourage, and thy power defy!
"What, tho' by Nature's firmest bars secur'd,
"By seas encircled, and with rocks immur'd,
"Shall Caesar shrink the greatest toils to brave,
"Scale the high rock, or beat the maddening wave?"