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of her story,
Farewell to the land, where the gloom of my glory
Arose and o'ershadowed the earth with her name She abandons me now,—but the page
The brightest or blackest, is filled with my fame. I have warred with a world which vanquished me only
When the meteor of conquest allured me too far ; I have coped with the Nations which dread me thus lonely,
The last single captive to millions in war!
Farewell to thee, France !-when thy diadem crowned me
I made thee the gem and the wonder of earth But thy weakness decrees I should leave as I found thee,
Decayed in thy glory, and sunk in thy worth. Oh! for the veteran hearts that were wasted
In strife with the storm, when their battles were won ; Then the eagle, whose gaze in that moment was blasted,
Had still soared with eyes fixed on victory's sun !
Farewell to thee, France !--but when liberty, rallies
Once more in thy regions, remember me thenThe violet still grows in the depth of thy vallies;
Though withered, thy tears will unfold it again.
Yet, yet, I may baffle the hosts that surround us,
And yet may thy heart leap awake to my voiceThere are links which must break in the chain that has
Then turn thee and call on the chief of thy choice!
ON THE DEATH OF
THE PRINCESS CHARLOTTE.
Hark! forth from the abyss a voice proceeds,
And pale, but lovely with maternal grief
Scion of chiefs and monarchs, where art thou ?
In the sad midnight, while thy heart still bled,
for ever : with thee fled The present happiness, and promised joy Which filled the imperial isles so full it seemed to cloy.
Peasants bring forth in safety.---Can it be,
And desolate consort_vainly wert thou wed!
Of sackcloth was thy wedding garment made;
Her, and her hoped-for seed, whose promise seemed Like stars to shepherd's eyes ; 'twas but a meteor beamed.
How strange is the course that a Christian must steer ?
How perplexed is the path he must tread ? The hope of his happiness rises from fear,
And his life he receives from the dead.
His fairest pretensions must wholly be waved,
And his best resolutions be crost;
Till he finds himself utterly lost.
When all this is done, and his heart is assured
Of the total remission of sins; When his pardon is signed, and his peace is procured, From that moment his conflict begins.
I pity bashful men, who feel the pain
And bear the marks upon a blushing face