Severus Speaks

    "For nearly eighteen years upon my head
    The crown of Empire heavily has set.
    The burden on my shoulders I have borne
    Of an estate encumbered far and wide
    With debts I had to pay. Ah! everywhere
    Murmurs, revolts, or wars assailed my throne.
    Now quiet comes - even in Britain here,
    The most disturbing Province of them all.
    Yet I must go, the profits I must leave
    To others to enjoy - to hold with ease
    What I with bitter travail have obtained.
    Peace there must be, and mutual amity,
    The one support to hold the Empire firm,
    To keep the Glory of the Empire bright.
    Discord would be the ruin of the pile,
    That my poor hands have built so painfully.
    Only when Peace prevails may we behold
    How small things grow to greatness.
                                                                    - Now I die
    And all the issue of the coming days
    I leave to my successor, and my son,
    Though he has been a cruel son to me.
    Bassanius I name your Emperor,
    The new-made Antoninus, who long tried
    To get that title by the sword,
    Who sought my death, the dangers knowing not
    That always must surround a diadem,
    Forgetting that the places of the great
    Are guarded well by Envy and by Fear.
    Blind is ambition, for it cannot see
    That though a sovereign's power large may seem
    To others, by himself the things possessed
    Are counted small enough, aye small theyare.
    For titles cannot make a happy man.
    While his thin thread of life must waver so,
    His might is laid upon a weak support.
    So men may point to me, and say 'Behold -
    A man who once was all things in this world,
    Yet now is nothing. For like meaner men
    He paid his debt to nature. His exploits
    He left behind.' Aye, friends I leave my deeds
    For you to register. Reproach or praise
    The shadowing pencil of oblivion
    At last will blot. And yet that all the care
    That I have taken for the general good
    May bring forth happy fruits when I am dust,
    This would I make my one, my last request,
    - Assist my sons with counsel and with aid,
    That they may rule according to the law,
    And you obey according to the right.
    So, through you both - my legions and my sons -
    The Empire shall be held in high respect."

    And then the dying Emperor feebly turned
    Toward the urn wherein so soon must lie
    His ashes - and he cried "So shalt thou hold
    What the whole world one time could not contain."
    Thus died Severus.