![]() But treasures, tears and sceptres plead in vain, Nor threats can move him, nor a world restrain While blind religion’s prostituted nameĪnd monkish fury guide the sacred flame. ![]() In quest of peace great Montezuma stands, A sovereign supplicant with lifted hands, Brings all his treasure, yields the regal sway, Bids vassal millions their new lord obey And plies the victor with incessant prayer, Thro ravaged realms the harmless race to spare. ![]() The march begins the nations in affright Quake as he moves, and wage the fruitless fight Thro the rich provinces he bends his way, Kings in his chain, and kingdoms for his prey Full on the imperial town infuriate falls, And pours destruction o’er its batter’d walls. ![]()
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