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And make thee in thy leprosy of mind
And reason half withheld her ray-
Which more misled my lonely way ;
In that deep midnight of the mind,
And that internal strife of heart, When dreading to be deem'd too kind,
The weak despair--the cold depart;
When fortune changed—and love fled far,
And hatred's shafts flew thick and fast, Thou wert the solitary star
Which rose and set not to the last.
Oh! blest be thine unbroken light !
That watch'd me as a seraph's eye, And stood between me and the night,
For ever shining sweetly nigh.
And when the cloud upon us came,
Which strove to blacken o'er thy rayThen purer spread its gentle flame,
And dash'd the darkness all away.
Still may thy spirit dwell on mine,
And teach it what to brave or brook
There's more in one soft word of thine,
Than in the world's defied rebuke.
Thou stood'st, as stands a lovely tree,
That still unbroke, though gently bent, Still waves with fond fidelity
Its boughs above a monument.
The winds might rend-the skies might pour,
But there thou wert-and still wouldst be Devoted in the stormiest hour
To shed thy weeping leaves o’er me.
But thou and thine shall know no blight,
Whatever fate on me may fall ; For heaven in sunshine will requite
The kind and thee the most of all.
Then let the ties of baffled love
Be broken-thine will never break; Thy heart can feel-but will not move ;
Thy soul, though soft, will never shake.
And these, when all was lost beside,
Were found and still are fix'd in thee And bearing still a breast so tried,
Earth is no desert-ev'n to me.
(FROM THE FRENCH.)
We do not curse thee, Waterloo !
Never yet was heard such thunder
II. The Chief has fallen, but not by you, Vanquishers of Waterloo ! When the soldier citizen Sway'd not o'er his fellow menSave in deeds that led them on Where Glory smiled on Freedom's sonWho, of all the despots banded,
With that youthful chief competed ?
Who could boast o'er France defeated, Till lone Tyranny commanded! 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 ev'n a tomb;(7)