Look back through all thy storied past,
      And sit erect in conscious pride:—­
      No grander heroes ever died—­
    No sterner, battled to the last!

VII.

    Weep, if thou wilt, with proud, sad mein,
      Thy blasted hopes—­thy peace undone,—­
      Yet brave, live on,—­nor seek to shun
    Thy fate, like Egypt’s conquer’d Queen.

VIII.

    Though forced a captive’s place to fill,
      In the triumphal train,—­yet there,
      Superbly, like Zenobia, wear
    Thy chains,—­Virginia Victrix still!