O treat me not as did the plundering Pict
My fair young sister, hight "the Parthenon,"
Whom thou shalt see, and seeing shalt deplore
When thou shalt visit the Acropolis.
Yea, spare me, friend, and spare me, all ye gods, glazed,
From virtuosi, earthquakes, Elgins spare,
And let me have my tussle out with TIME

The walls yet stand
And seem to whisper, ''Lend us, friend, a hand!''
Ay, had a Yankee, - had even I-this ''place'',
How soon I'd make it war another face!
New floored, new roofed, and thoroughly new
Say, ''For this place must I thank thee, war!''
Well, - I may have it for the asking for!

John Pirpont