 | The poems and prose writings of Sumner Lincoln Fairfield |  |
Diomede paused not in his stern reply:
“The hordes of Hæmus may learn wisdom, then,
And virtue and refinement from his speech—
For he is banished—I reverse no doom!”
The lictors' fasces o'er the supplicant
In haughty scorn went on.—Another voice
Assailed the Prætor: “To a cruel lord
The quæstor sold my husband for the tax
Ye laid upon our hut—and now he groans
In bondage, while his famished children die!”
“The hordes of Hæmus may learn wisdom, then,
And virtue and refinement from his speech—
For he is banished—I reverse no doom!”
The lictors' fasces o'er the supplicant
In haughty scorn went on.—Another voice
Assailed the Prætor: “To a cruel lord
The quæstor sold my husband for the tax
Ye laid upon our hut—and now he groans
In bondage, while his famished children die!”
| The poems and prose writings of Sumner Lincoln Fairfield | |