A Lay Sung at the Feast (38)

    ``Hail to the great Asylum！ Hail to the hill-tops seven！ Hail to the fire that burns for aye, And the shield that fell from heaven！ This day, by Lake Regillus, Under the Porcian height, All in the lands of Tusculum Was fought a glorious fight. Tomorrow your Dictator Shall bring in triumph home The spoils of thirty cities To deck the shrines of Rome！''