Far back, in galleries olden, A Roman Emperor stood, And, looking upon the nations, Proclaimed that the highest good Was to be at one with Nature,— A part of the Life sublime, A note in the spheral music Of the everlasting chime. The world has gained in splendor Since Antoninus slept, And over its primal darkness Has the light of Science crept; Religion has raised her banners; And within the homes of men, Have art and affection gathered The trophies of sword and pen.
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