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Souls of slain heroes form'd thy rays;
Like lava roll'd thy stream of blood,
Before thee rose, and with thee grew,
Of three bright colours, (9) each divine,
For Freedom's hand had blended them, Like tints in an immortal gem.
One tint was of the sunbeam's dyes;
One, the pure Spirit's veil of white
The texture of a heavenly dream.
Star of the brave! thy ray is pale,
And Freedom hallows with her tread
WELL to the Land, where the gloom of my Glory and o'ershadow'd the earth with her namepandons me now, but the page of her story, rightest or blackest, is fill'd with my fame. warr'd with a world which vanquish'd me only the meteor of Conquest allured me too far; coped with the nations which dread me thus lonely,
st single Captive to millions in war!
e thee the gem and the wonder of earth,
hy weakness decrees I should leave as I found thee,
'd in thy glory, and sunk in thy worth.
or the veteran hearts that were wasted
fe with the storm, when their battles were won
Then the Eagle, whose gaze in that moment was
Had still soar'd with eyes fix'd on victory's sun!
Farewell to thee, France!-but when Liberty rallies
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.
at when the dreaded hour shall come
EAU-Voltaire-our Gibbon-and de Staël
eman! these names are worthy of thy shore, shore of names like these; wert thou no more, nemory thy remembrance would recall:
m thy banks were lovely as to all,
they have made them lovelier, for the lore ighty minds doth hallow in the core
an hearts the ruin of a wall
re dwelt the wise and wond'rous; but by thee uch more, Lake of Beauty! do we feel,
weetly gliding o'er thy crystal sea,
ld glow of that not ungentle zeal, ch of the heirs of immortality
id, and makes the breath of glory real!