5. And when the cloud upon us came, 6. Still may thy spirit dwell on mine, And teach it what to brave or brookThere's more in one soft word of thine Than in the world's defied rebuke. 7. Thou stood'st, as stands a lovely tree, Its boughs above a monument. 8. The winds might rend-the skies might pour, But there thou wert-and still would'st be Devoted in the stormiest hour To shed thy weeping leaves o'er me. 9. But thou and thine shall know no blight, For heaven in sunshine will requite 10. 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. 11. 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. ODE. [FROM THE FRENCH.] I. We do not curse thee, Waterloo ! Rising from each gory trunk, As then shall shake the world with wonder Never yet was seen such lightning, As o'er heaven shall then be bright'ning! Like the Wormwood Star foretold By the sainted Seer of old, Show'ring down a fiery flood, II. The Chief has fallen, but not by you, When the soldier citizen Sway'd not o'er his fellow men Save in deeds that led them on Where Glory smiled on Freedom's son- With that youthful chief competed? Till lone Tyranny commanded? III. And thou too of the snow-white plume! Whose realm refused thee ev'n a tomb; (7) Better hadst thou still been leading France o'er hosts of hirelings bleeding, Than sold thyself to death and shame Such as he of Naples wears, Who thy blood-bought title bears. Shone and shiver'd fast around thee- Once as the Moon sways o'er the tide, IV. O'er glories gone the invaders march, With her heart in her voice; VOL. III. T |