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My chief, my king, my friend, adieu !
Never did I droop before; Never to my sovereign sue,
As his foes I now implore: All I ask is to divide
Every peril he must brave; Sharing by the hero's side
His fall, his exile, and his grave.
ON THE STAR OF “ THE LEGION OF HONOUR.”
[FROM THE FRENCH.]
STAR of the brave !—whose beam hath shed
Such glory o'er the quick and dead-
Which millions rush'd in arms to greet,
Wild meteor of immortal birth!
Why rise in Heaven to set on Earth?
Souls of slain heroes form’d thy rays;
Like lava rollid 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
One tint was of the sunbeam's dyes ;
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!
[PROM THE FRENCH.]
FAREWELL to the Land, where the gloom of my Glory
fame. I have warr’d with a world which vanquish'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,