5.

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.]

1.

STAR of the brave!-whose beam hath shed

Such glory o'er the quick and dead—

Thou radiant and adored deceit !

Which millions rush'd in arms to greet,—

Wild meteor of immortal birth!

Why rise in Heaven to set on Earth?

2.

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.

3.

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.

4.

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.

5.

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!

NAPOLEON'S FAREWELL.

[FROM THE FRENCH.]

1.

FAREWELL to the Land, where the gloom of my Glory

Arose and o'ershadow'd the earth with her name

She 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 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!

2.

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!