Horace, creator; Conington, John, 1825-1869, editor

  • A servant now, our ancient foe,
  • The Spaniard, wears at last our chain;
  • The Scythian half unbends his bow
  • And quits the plain.
  • Then fret not lest the state should ail;
  • A private man such thoughts may spare;
  • Enjoy the present hour's regale,
  • And banish care.