Of three bright colours1o, each divine, For Freedom's hand had blended them, One tint was of the sunbeam's dyes; Star of the brave! thy ray is pale, And Freedom hallows with her tread NAPOLEON'S FAREWELL. FROM THE FRENCH. FAREWELL to the Land, where the gloom of my Glory Arose and o'ershadow'd the earth with her nameShe abandons me now-but the page of her story, The brightest or blackest, is fill'd with my fame. I have warr'd with a world which vanquis'd me only When the meteor of conquest allured me too far; I have coped with the nations which dread me thus lonely, The last single Captive to millions in war. 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! Farewell to thee, France !—but when Liberty rallies Once more in thy regions, remember me thenThe violet still grows in the depth of thy vallies; Though wither'd, thy tear will unfold it again— Yet, yet, I may baffle the hosts that surround us, And yet may thy heart leap awake to my voiceThere are links which must break in the chain that has bound us, Then turn thee and call on the Chief of thy choice! OCCASIONAL PIECES. ON REVISITING HARROW. HERE once engaged the stranger's view Deeply she cut-but not erased, The characters were still so plain, That Friendship once return'd and gazed,— Repentance placed them as before; Thus might the Record now have been; |