He holds _thee_ prostrate in the dust!


V.

Bend though thou must, beneath his will,
Let not one abject moan have place;
But with majestic, silent grace,
Maintain thy regal bearing still.


VI.

Look back through all thy storied past,
And sit erect in conscious pride:--
No grander heroes ever died--
No sterner, battled to the last!


VII.

Weep, if thou wilt, with proud, sad mein,
Thy blasted hopes--thy peace undone,--
Yet brave, live on,--nor seek to shun
Thy fate, like Egypt's conquer'd Queen.


VIII.

Though forced a captive's place to fill,