There, where death's brief pang was quickest, IV. O'er glories gone the invaders march, With her heart in her voice; But, her hand on her sword, Doubly shall she be adored; France hath twice too well been taught Her Safety sits not on a throne, With CAPET or NAPOLEON! But in equal rights and laws, Hearts and hands in one great cause Freedom, such as God hath given With their breath, and from their birth, Though Guilt would sweep it from the earth; With a fierce and lavish hand Scattering nations' wealth like sand; Pouring nations' blood like water, In imperial seas of slaughter! V. But the heart and the mind, Shall arise in communion And who shall resist that proud union? Even in this low world of care Freedom ne'er shall want an heir; Millions breathe but to inherit [FROM THE FRENCH.] "All wept, but particularly Savary, and a Polish officer who had been exalted from the ranks by Buonaparte. 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, 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. (8) 3. Would that I were cold with those, 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 In his native darkness share? Hearts like those which still are thine? 5. My chief, my king, my friend, adieu! As his foes I now implore: Every peril he must brave; Sharing by the hero's side His fall, his exile, and his grave. ON THE STAR OF "THE LEGION OF HONOUR." [FROM THE FRENCH.] 1. STAR of the brave!-whose beam hath shed Such glory o'er the quick and dead- Which millions rush'd in arms to greet,— Wild meteor of immortal birth! Why rise in Heaven to set on Earth? |