What Millions Died That Caesar Might Be

An Original Something, Dear Maid, You Would Wish Me To Write; But How Shall I Begin? For I'm Sure I Have Not Original In Me, Excepting Original Sin.

Tis Distance Lends Enchantment To The View, And Robes The Mountain In Its Azure Hue.

The Prophet's Mantle, Ere His Flight Began, Dropt On The World--a Sacred Gift To Man.

What Millions Died That Caesar Might Be Great!

For Beauty's Tears Are Lovelier Than Her Smile.