text:  "Amidst the Celtic hordes of old That gather'd round his wayworn band The cumbrous booty to behold Brought from Ausonia's sunny land Thus _Brennus_ spake--'This lance of mine Bears Rome's best gift--Behold--the Vine! Plant plant the Vine to whose fair reign belong The arts of Peace and all the realms of Song! "'They told us of its wondrous juice; We fought to taste it and have won! Now o'er your hills new wealth diffuse And cherish well the warrior's boon