THE LAST CONSTANTINE. "Thou strivest nobly, When hearts of sterner stuff perhaps had sunk :. Good men will mourn, and brave men will shed tears. Fame I look not for; But to sustain, in Heaven's all-seeing eye, Thus station'd as I am, I will do all MISS BAILLIE'S Constantine Palæologus. B THE LAST CONSTANTINE. I. THE fires grew pale on Rome's deserted shrines, The City of the Cross !-great Ocean's bride, Crown'd from her birth she sprang! Long ages pass'd, Which at her feet barbaric riches cast, II. Long ages pass'd !-they left her porphyry halls Frown'd in their strength; yet there were signs which told Was changed; and on her silken couch of sleep She lay, and murmur'd if a rose-lear's fold Disturb'd her dreams; and call'd her slaves to keep Their watch, that no rude sound might reach her o'er the dee |