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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
With that youthful chief competed?
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
Shone and shiver'd fast around thee-
Once as the Moon sways o'er the tide,
So moved his heart upon our foes.
O'er glories gone the invaders march,
With her heart in her voice;
France hath twice too well been taught
But in equal rights and laws,
Hearts and hands in one great cause→→
With their breath, and from their birth,
With a fierce and lavish hand
Scattering nations' wealth like sand;
Pouring nations' blood like water,
In imperial seas of slaughter!
But the heart and the mind,
Shall arise in communion
And who shall resist that proud union?
Man may die-the soul's renew'd:
Even in this low world of care
Freedom ne'er shall want an heir;
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."
MUST thou go, my glorious Chief,
With a soldier's faith for thee?
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,
Would that I were cold with those,
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.
Would the sycophants of him
Hearts like those which still are thine?
My chief, my king, my friend, adieu !
Never to my sovereign sue,
As his foes I now implore: All I ask is to divide
Every peril he must brave; Sharing by the hero's side
His fall, his exile, and his grave.