Rich with the spoils of time.
We frolic while 'tis May.
A fav'rite has no friend!
Ye towers of Julius, London's lasting shame, With many a foul and midnight murder fed.
Her track, where'er the goddess roves, Glory pursue, and gen'rous shame, Th' unconquerable mind, and freedom's holy flame.
There are certain scenes that would awe an atheist into belief, without the help of other argument.