ODE. OH! shame to thee, Land of the Gaul! Oh! shame to thy children and thee! Unwise in thy glory, and base in thy fall, How wretched thy portion shall be! Derision shall strike thee forlorn, A mockery that never shall die; The curses of Hate, and the hisses of Scorn Shall burthen the winds of thy sky; And, proud o'er thy ruin, for ever be hurl'd The laughter of Triumph, the jeers of the World! Oh! where is thy spirit of yore, The spirit that breathed in thy dead, For where is the glory they left thee in trust? Go, look through the kingdoms of earth, And something of goodness, of honour, and worth, But thou art alone in thy shame, The world cannot liken thee there; Abhorrence and vice have disfigur'd thy name Beyond the low reach of compare ; Stupendous in guilt, thou shalt lend us through time A proverb, a bye-word, for treach'ry and crime! While conquest illumin'd his sword, While yet in his prowess he stood, Thy praises still follow'd the steps of thy Lord, And wither'd the nations afar, Yet bright in thy view was that Despot's renown, Then, back from the chieftain thou slunkest away Forgot were the feats he had done, The toils he had borne in thy cause; And honour and faith were the brag of an hour, To him thou hadst banish'd thy vows were restor❜d; What tumult thus burthens the air? What throng thus encircles his throne? 'Tis the shout of delight, 'tis the millions that swear Misfortune shall hallow his name, And the world that pursues him shall mournfully feel How quenchless the spirit and flame That Frenchmen will breathe, when their hearts are on fire, For the Hero they love, and the chief they admire! Their hero has rushed to the field; His laurels are cover'd with shade But where is the spirit that never should yield, In a moment desertion and guile Abandon'd him up to the foe; The dastards that flourish'd and grew in his smile, And the millions that swore they would perish to save, Beheld him a fugitive, captive, and slave! The Savage all wild in his glen Is nobler and better than thou; Thou standest a wonder, a marvel to men, At once from thy arms would I sever; And thinking of thee in my long after-years, Oh! shame to thee, Land of the Gaul! Oh! shame to thy children and thee! A mockery that never shall die; And, proud o'er thy ruin, for ever be hurl'd The laughter of Triumph, the jeers of the World! NAPOLEON'S FAREWELL. FROM THE FRENCH. } FAREWELL to the land where the gloom of my glory The brightest or blackest, is filled with my fame. I have coped with the nations which dread me thus lonely, Farewell to thee, France!-when thy diadem crowned me, I made thee the gem and the wonder of earth, But thy weakness decrees I should leave as I found thee, Decayed in thy glory, and sunk in thy worth. Oh! for the veteran hearts that were wasted In strife with the storm, when their battles were wonThen the Eagle, whose gaze in that moment was blasted, Had still soared with eyes fixed on victory's sun! Farewell to thee, France!-but when Liberty rallies There are links which must break in the chain that has bound u TO NAPOLEON. (FROM THE FRENCH.) All wept, but particularly Savary, and a Polish officer who had been exalted from the ranks by Bonaparte. 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? 2. Idol of the soldier's soul! First in fight, but mightiest now: |