Quirinus

Go quietly now,

rest

on ancient hill,

oaken spear

by side,

duality still.

 

Go gently now,

God and man

divine,

temple to

empire,

fruits of Sabine.

 

Go wisely now,

from state

to ruin,

once seven hills

from lupine

bloomed.

 

Seek counsel now,

imperious

oblations,

no mastery,

twinned stars

guide nations.

 

Go bravely now,

new knowledge

understand,

with hope we sow

wonders from

godly hands.