ODE. [FROM THE FRENCH.] I. We do not curse thee, Waterloo! Though Freedom's blood thy plain bedew; There 'twas shed, but is not sunk Rising from each gory trunk, Like the Water-spout from ocean, With a strong and growing motion It soars, and mingles in the air, With that of lost LABEDOYERE With that of him whose honoured grave Contains the "bravest of the brave." A crimson cloud it spreads and glows, But shall return to whence it rose ; When 'tis full 'twill burst asunder Never yet was heard such thunder As then shall shake the world with wonder Never yet was seen such lightning, As o'er heaven shall then be bright'ning! The Chief has fallen, but not by you, Vanquishers of Waterloo! When the soldier citizen Swayed not o'er his fellow men Save in deeds that led them on Where Glory smiled on Freedom's son Who, of all the despots banded, With that youthful chief competed? Who could boast o'er France defeated, Till lone Tyranny commanded? Till, goaded by ambition's sting, The Hero sunk into the King? Then he fell ;-So perish all, Who would men by man enthral! III. And thou too of the snow-white plume! Whose realm refused thee ev'n a tomb; 2 Better hadst thou still been leading France o'er hosts of hirelings bleeding, Than sold thyself to death and shame For a meanly royal name; Such as he of Naples wears, Who thy blood-bought title bears. Little didst thou deem, when dashing On thy war-horse through the ranks, Like a stream which burst its banks, While helmets cleft, and sabres clashing, Shone and shivered fast around thee Of the fate at last which found thee: Was that haughty plume laid low By a slave's dishonest blow? Once-as the Moon sways o'er the tide, It rolled in air, the warrior's guide; Through the smoke-created night To catch that crest's ascendancy,— And, as it onward rolling rose, So moved his heart upon our foes. There, where death's brief pang was quickest, And the battle's wreck lay thickest, Strew'd beneath the advancing banner Of the eagle's burning crest (There with thunder-clouds to fan her, Who could then her wing arrest Victory beaming from her breast?) While the broken line enlarging Fell, or fled along the plain; There be sure was MURAT charging! There he ne'er shall charge again! |