From the Latin of Hildebert, Archbishop of Tours, 1057 A.D.
- Once I to idols knelt before an empty shrine;
- Within my lofty walls a soldier-folk abode;
- Now, casting down my altars and their gods malign,
- I am the hand-maid of the one all-gracious God.
- Fallen my towers, fallen my many-altared dome,
- Fallen my might names (though lives the Roman name).
- Scarce know I what I was; scarce Rome remembers Rome;
- Almost my fall hath robbed me of my ancient fame.
- Yet lovelier this lowliness than all my bays;
- Grander my desolation than my glorious throne;
- And Peter with the banner of the Cross prevails
- More widely than have royal Ceaser's eagles flown.
- The rod that bowed a world, now holdeth hell at bay;
- From thrones I ruled o'er men, from dust I rule o'er souls;
- Once, princes of the earth, now of the shades, I sway;
- Once, cities circumscribed my empire, now the poles.
- Daniel Luther Lawrence
Index to poems in the collection by Daniel Luther Lawrence