Classic Poem

E' EN though the wintry North and Peuci's ice
And wanton Rhine, his horn now shattered thrice,
And Danube glowing with fierce horse's feet,
Would keep thee, sire, while thou dost bring defeat
Upon their perjured realms, thou canst not stay
Now longer from thy people: hark, they pray
Alone for thy return, whom Lord Supreme
And Father of the World we Romans deem.
In mind and thought we all are there with thee,
And in the circus so thy face we see,
That people know not, when the race is done,
Whether the Sparrow or the Tiger's won.