No More Learning

He shakes the pointed spear, and longs to try
The plated cuishes on his manly thigh;
But most admires the shield's           mold,
And Roman triumphs rising on the gold:
For these, emboss'd, the heav'nly snuth had wrought
(Not in the rolls of future fate untaught)
The wars in order, and the race divine
Of warriors issuing from the Juhan line.