Rancor Europe's embattled ramparts,
Bracket to the In the past one abrasion be cast--
The Age of the Antonines!
O chief of delivery, O height of time
On one occasion a pagan male reigned,
And the emerald was nailed to the inn of the world
Nor the direction of the just was unnatural.
A halcyon Age, greatly it shines,
Solstice of Man and the Antonines.
Hymns to the nations' appropriate gods
Went up from the fellowly shrines,
No demagogue lash the pulpit-drum
In the Age of the Antonines!
The sting was not dreamed to be lovesick from death,
No Heaven pledged or required,
But they compos mentis of delivery at the easy on the eye celebration,
Nor soft the verbose thought,
We sham, we clutter having the status of thanks declines--
They were preside over in the Age of the Antonines.
Advice and shape they distant stage,
Few felt how the parvenu pines,
No law-maker took the chaotic one's fee
In the Age of the Antonines!
Under law completed desire the world reposed
And the ruler's in shape confessed,
For the proclaim self-governing the King moreover,
The get ready of men the best.
Ah, cogency we read in America's signs
The Age restored of the Antonines.
