IV.

O'er glories gone the invaders march,

Weeps Triumph o'er each levell'd arch

But let Freedom rejoice,

With her heart in her voice;

But, her hand on her sword,

Doubly shall she be adored;

France hath twice too well been taught

The "moral lesson" dearly bought-

Her Safety sits not on a throne,

With CAPET or NAPOLEON!

But in equal rights and laws,

Hearts and hands in one great cause

Freedom, such as God hath given

Unto all beneath his heaven,

With their breath, and from their birth,

Though Guilt would sweep it from the earth;

With a fierce and lavish hand

Scattering nations' wealth like sand;

Pouring nations' blood like water,

In imperial seas of slaughter!

V.

But the heart and the mind,

And the voice of mankind,

Shall arise in communion

And who shall resist that proud union?

The time is past when swords subdu❜d

Man may die-the soul's renew'd:

Even in this low world of care

Freedom ne'er shall want an heir;

Millions breathe but to inherit

Her for ever bounding spirit

When once more her hosts assemble,

Tyrants shall believe and tremble

Smile they at this idle threat?

Crimson tears will follow yet.

[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."

1.

MUST thou go, my glorious Chief,

Severed from thy faithful few ?

Who can tell thy warrior's grief,

Maddening o'er that long adieu ?

Woman's love, and friendship's zeal,

Dear as both have been to me

What are they to all I feel,

With a soldier's faith for thee?

2.

Idol of the soldier's soul!

First in fight, but mightiest now:

Many could a world control;

Thee alone no doom can bow.

By thy side for years I dared

Death; and envied those who fell,

When their dying shout was heard,

Blessing him they served so well. "

3.

Would that I were cold with those,

Since this hour I live to see;

When the doubts of coward foes

Scarce dare trust a man with thee,