Souls of slain heroes form'd thy rays;
Eternity flash'd through thy blaze;
The music of thy martial sphere
Was fame on high and honour here;
And thy light broke on human eyes,
Like a Volcano of the skies.

Like lava roll'd thy stream of blood,
And swept down empires with its flood;
Earth rock'd beneath thee to her base,
As thou didst lighten through all space;
And the shorn Sun grew dim in air,
And set while thou wert dwelling there.

Before thee rose, and with thee grew,
A rainbow of the loveliest hue

Of three bright colours, (9) each divine,
And fit for that celestial sign;

For Freedom's hand had blended them, Like tints in an immortal gem.

One tint was of the sunbeam's dyes;
One, the blue depth of Seraph's eyes;

One, the pure Spirit's veil of white
Had robed in radiance of its light:
The three so mingled did beseem

The texture of a heavenly dream.

6.

Star of the brave! thy ray is pale,
And darkness must again prevail !
But, oh thou Rainbow of the free!
Our tears and blood must flow for thee.
When thy bright promise fades away,
Our life is but a load of clay.

7.

And Freedom hallows with her tread
The silent cities of the dead;
For beautiful in death are they
Who proudly fall in her array;
And soon, oh Goddess! may we be
For evermore with them or thee!

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

blasted,

Had still soar'd with eyes fix'd on victory's sun!

3.

Farewell to thee, France!-but when Liberty rallies
Once more in thy regions, remember me then—
The violet still grows in the depth of thy valleys;
Though wither'd, thy tears will unfold it again-
Yet, yet, I may baffle the hosts that surround us,
And yet may thy heart leap awake to my voice-
There are links which must break in the chain that
has bound us,

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.

at when the dreaded hour shall come
By Friendship ever deem'd too nigh,
nd" MEMORY" o'er her Druid's tomb
Shall weep that aught of thee can die,
ow fondly will She then repay
Thy homage offer'd at her shrine,
nd blend, while Ages roll away,
Her name immortally with thine!

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!