Better hadst thou still been leading Such as he of Naples wears, On thy war-horse through the ranks, Once-as the Moon sways o'er the tide, So moved his heart upon our foes. While the broken line enlarging 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 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, V. But the heart and the mind, And who shall resist that proud union? When once more her hosts assemble, [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, Who can tell thy warrior's grief, 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, Since this hour I live to see; 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 5. My chief, my king, my friend, adieu! Never did I droop before; Never to my sovereign sue, Every peril he must brave; His fall, his exile, and his grave. |