POEMS. 6. Star of the brave! thy ray is pale, 7. And Freedom hallows with her tread The silent cities of the dead; 311 NAPOLEON'S FAREWELL. [from the freNCH.] 1. FAREWELL to the Land, where the gloom of my Glory I have coped with the nations which dread me thus lonely, 2. Farewell to thee, France!-when thy diadem crown'd me, 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 soar'd with eyes fix'd on victory's sun! 3. Farewell to thee, France!—but when Liberty rallies There are links which must break in the chain that has bound us, Then turn thee and call on the Chief of thy choice! WRITTEN ON A BLANK LEAF OF “THE PLEASURES OF MEMORY." ABSENT or present, still to thee, My friend, what magic spells belong! In turn thy converse, and thy song. By Friendship ever deem'd too nigh, How fondly will She then repay Thy homage offer'd at her shrine, April 19, 1812. SONNET. ROUSSEAU-Voltaire-our Gibbon-and de Staël- To them thy banks were lovely as to all, But they have made them lovelier, for the lore Of human hearts the ruin of a wall Where dwelt the wise and wond'rous; but by thee Is proud, and makes the breath of glory real! |