si potui manibus Gallorum excisa levare de cinerum squalore caput, redeunte Camillo signa renidenti fumans si fronte recepi, si potui miseras sertis redimire ruinas et male pendentes lauro praecingere turres, quo te suscipiam gremio, fortissime princeps? quos spargam flores? quibus insertabo coronis atria? quae festis suspendam pallia portis, inmunis tanti belli ac te stante sub armis libera et aure tenus Geticos experta tumultus? scande triumphalem currum, spoliisque receptis huc Christo comitante veni.
If I was able to lift my head from the desolation of ashes after I was laid low by the hands of the Gauls; if at Camillus return, still smoking as I was, I received back my standards with a smiling face; if I could wreathe my sad ruins with garlands and gird my listing towers with bay, with what feelings shall I take thee to my heart, most valorous emperor? What flowers shall I scatter, in what wreaths set my halls, with what drapings hang my gates in celebration? For this great war has not touched me, but while thou didst stand under arms I have been free and the Goths invasion only reached my ears. Mount the triumphal car, take thy spoils and come hither with Christ by thy side.
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