Nought but the Topes themselves remain to mock Time's ceaseless efforts; yet they proudly stand Silent and lasting up their parent rock, And still as cities under magic's wand; Till curious Saxons, from a distant land, Unlock'd the treasures of two thousand years;
And the lone scene is peopled ;-here a band Of music wakes the echoes; there the cheers Of multitudes, alive with human hopes and fears.