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Till, goaded by ambition's sting,
The hero sunk into the king?
Then he fell;—So perish all
Who would men by man enthral.

And thou too of the snow-white plume!
Whose realm refused thee even a tomb;
Better hadst thou still been leading
France o'er hosts of hirelings bleeding,
Than sold thyself to death and shame
For a meanly royal name;
Such as he of Naples wears,
Who thy blood-bought title bears,
Little didst thou deem, when dashing
On thy war horse through the ranks,
Like a stream which burst its banks,
While helmets cleft, and sabres clashing,
Shone and shivered fast around thee, .
Of the fate at last which found thee!
Was that haughty plume laid low
By a slave's dishonest blow?
Once—as the moon sways o'er the tide,
It rolled in air, the warrior's guide;
Through the smoke-created night
Of the black and sulphurous fight,

The soldier raised his seeking eye

To catch that crest's ascendency,—

And, as it onward rolling rose,

So moved his heart upon our foes.

There, where death's brief pang .was/quickest,

And the battle's wreck lay thickest,

Strewed beneath the advancing banner

Of the eagle's burning crest— (There with thunder clouds to fan her,

Who could then her wing arrest—

Victory beaming from her breast ?)
While the broken line enlarging

Fell or fled along the plain;
There be sure was Murat charging, 1—

There he ne'er shall charge again I


O'er glories gone the invaders march*
Weeps triumph o'er each levelled arch—
But let freedom rejoice,
With her heart in her voice |n .
But, her hand on her sword, i * .

Doubly shall she be adored;
France has twice too well been taught
The ' moral lesson' dearly bought— -a
Her safety sits not ons. thcaneuiiiow Sik'
With Capet or Napoleon!
VOL. II. c

But in equal rights and laws,
Hearts and hands in one great cause-
Freedom, such as God hath given
Unto all beneath his heaven,
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!

But the heart and the mind,
And the voice of mankind,
Shall arise in communion—
And who shall resist that proud union?
The time is passed when swords subdued—
Man may die—the soul's renewed:
Even in this low world of care
Freedom ne'er shall want an heir;
Millions breathe but to inherit
Her for ever-bounding spirit— m

When once more her hosts assemble,
Tyrants shall believe and tremble—
Smile they at this idle threat?
Crimson tears would follow yet.

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Who is the honest man?
He that doth still and strongly good pursue,
To God, his neighbour and himself most true:

Whom neither force nor fawning can
Unpin or wrench from giving all their due.

Whose honesty is not
So loose or easy that a ruffling wind
Can blow away, or, glittering, look it blind:

Who rides his sure and easy trot
While the world now rides by, now lags behind.

Who, when great trials come,
Nor seeks, nor shuns them; but doth calmly stay,
Till he the thing and the example weigh;

All being brought into a sum,
What place or person calls for, he doth pay.


Whom none can work or woo To use in any thing, a trick or sleight; For, above all things, he abhors deceit:

His words and works and fashion too
All of a piece, and all are clear and straight.

Who never melts or thaws
At close temptations; when the day is done,
His goodness sets not, but in dark can run:

The sun to others writeth laws,
And is their virtue; virtue is his sun.

Who, when be is to treat
With sick folks, women, those whom passions sway,
Allows for that and keeps his constant way:

Whom others' faults do not defeat;
But though men fail him yet his part doth play.

Whom nothing can procure,
When the world runs bias, from his will
To writhe his limbs, and share, not mend the ill.

This is the marksman safe and sure,
Who still is right, and prays to be so still.


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