When once more her hosts assemble, Tyrants shall believe and tremble Smile they at this idle threat? Crimson tears will follow yet. [FROM THE FRENCH.] "All wept, but particularly Savary, and a Polish officer who had been exalted from the ranks by Bonaparte. He clung to his master's knees: wrote a letter to Lord Keith, entreating permission to accompany him, even in the most menial capacity, which could not be admitted." 1. MUST thou go, my glorious Chief, Severed from thy faithful few? Who can tell thy warrior's grief, Maddening o'er that long adieu ? Dear as both have been to me What are they to all I feel, With a soldier's faith for thee? 2. Idol of the soldier's soul! First in fight, but mightiest now: Many could a world control; Thee alone no doom can bow. By thy side for years I dared Death; and envied those who fell, When their dying shout was heard, Blessing him they served so well. S 3. Would that I were cold with those, Since this hour I live to see; When the doubts of coward foes Scarce dare trust a man with thee, Dreading each should set thee free. Oh! although in dungeons pent, All their chains were light to me, Gazing on thy soul unbent. 4. Would the sycophants of him Now so deaf to duty's prayer, Were his borrowed glories dim, In his native darkness share? Were that world this hour his own, All thou calmly dost resign, Could he purchase with that throne Hearts like those which still are thine? |