One, the pure Spirit's veil of white 6. Star of the brave! thy ray is pale, 7. And Freedom hallows with her tread The silent cities of the dead; NAPOLEON'S FAREWELL. [FROM THE FREnch.] 1. FAREWELL to the Land, where the gloom of my Glory The last single Captive to millions in war! 2. Farewell to thee, France!—when thy diadem crown'd me, I made thee the gem and the wonder of earth,— But thy weakness decrees I should leave as I found thee, Decay'd 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 won― Then the Eagle, whose gaze in that moment was blasted, Had still soar'd with eyes fix'd on victory's sun! 3. 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! As all can tell, who share, like me, In turn thy converse, and thy song. But when the dreaded hour shall come By Friendship ever deem'd too nigh, Thy homage offer'd at her shrine, April 19, 1812. SONNET. ROUSSEAU-Voltaire-our Gibbon-and de Staël- To them thy banks were lovely as to all, But they have made them lovelier, for the lore Of human hearts the ruin of a wall Where dwelt the wise and wond'rous; but by thee How much more, Lake of Beauty! do we feel, In sweetly gliding o'er thy crystal sea, The wild glow of that not ungentle zeal, Is proud, and makes the breath of glory real! STANZAS TO 1. THOUGH the day of my destiny 's over, The faults which so many could find; 2. Then when nature around me is smiling, Because it reminds me of thine ; And when winds are at war with the ocean, If their billows excite an emotion It is that they bear me from thee. 3. Though the rock of my last hope is shiver'd, And its fragments are sunk in the wave, |