5 Thou might'st reign now hadst thon but will'd it so, Wast leagued against thy mother with her foe, The tyrant's own: he falls and dies but she lives on. Oh! was there nothing which thou couldst respect, Spain was our sister, and at glory's call She shared our dangers, yet thou madest her fall, Her laurels chains, her standard made a pall, 7 Twas night, the hour when solemn dreams come ofer Of murder'd relatives, with awe and dread, It cursed a curse, and cried "Behold this night's thy last." 8 Twas such a night, Napoleon watched alone An outstretch'd map was placed, o'er which were thrown Some secret road, some foe's strong turking-place. Or else some luckless kingdom which was spent 變成 9 The first was like a Roman maid, for pride Those of a higher caste with ances keen. A virgin-wreath of oak, so young, so green, 10 Three tinted rays shone on the sacred cloth; ""Twas I who guided on thy steps, 'twas I It warm'd by soldiers' hearts. For all were fill'd With son ething not of man when thou wast near, 'Neath Arcole's walls when death grasped all he will'd, He shrank away from thee, his fury bush'd and still'd. 12 "Thou'st changed my colors which led thee to fame, For a dark brazen sceptre. Oh! shame! shame! . In the high heavens, thy bright, thy splendid star, The sons of Force grow helpless when they are Without a curb, and have unbounded sway, Adieu! thy reign expires, thy glory fades away." 18 The second came from where the Palm trees waive 14 war, "Oh! King, I've known thee banish'd hence," said she, Of Mount Thabor the celebrated day, In thy bright records takes place after me. Th' eternal name, the spoils I brought away From the proud Pyramids' feet, all these I lay To thee and thine, O! man of mighty deeds. I see outstretch'd upon the Nile's dark clay Full many a Moslem corpse that lays and bleeds, While the white turban's rode o'er by thy gaulish steeds. 16 "If thou didst wander in thy glorious flight, And lost himself amidst a world of hight. Yet thou would'st hide it.—Tremble, for afar, The sons of Force grow helpless when they are 16 The last, O! piteous sight, O! shame, disgrace! Her arms were bound with irons, and her eye Fell to the ground, where each step left a trace Bloody and deep. She moved on with a sigh, Muttering these words, "not conquer'd tho' I die!" She brought no victor's spoils, and her renowu Was not proclaim'd where captive colors fly, But round her biow, where dwell a troubled trown Cypress as fair as laurels twined a sombre crown. 17 "Oh! list and tremble, monarch for I say, Will come no other great or glorious day. Held by thine iron grasp, and they shall see The chains that bind their limbs with many a scar, Transferred to those who came to free them, from afar. 18 "When Time hath sped the world to after ages Against far nations foes by birth and creed, -19 "And thou shalt know me but when Fate's dark hand, Doth sweep away all save th' inconstant name, Of what was once so mighty in the land. I, too, shall drive thy star to whence it came, Breaking thy warlike sword. Thine eagle, tame, Will crushed beneath thy brazen sceptre lay. The sons of Force grow helpless, blind and lame, When they 're uncurbed and have unbounded sway. Adieu! by reign expires, thy glory's pass'd away." 20 All three had fled, and left earth far behind, When each voice still the warrior seemed to hear: And on his dark, oppressed, astonished mind, Still weigh'd their strange forewarnings, but a near The rolling of the war-drum woke his ear; And with its stirring notes fresh thoughts were born E'en as the shades of midnight disappear, At the first peep of gay and addening morn, Or as the bad inal shrinks from Virtue's bursting scorn. 21 He thought to have subdued the sons of Spain, Of the deep Beresina,-Russia's bar, While fresh from where the sun their flanks did lave With sweat and foam, but they for him all things could brave. 22 Beneath the faith of his unfaithful star, He slept in false security, deceived By those whose words are honey'd but who are He slept when dropping these, and nations grieved; 23 Alone, and in an island, far away From all his scenes of glory, yet though there, O'er men's minds still, 'tis present every where, Leaving all dark what once was bright and fair. 24 Oh! thou who by no word or vow wast tied, Thou whom an empire's bounds could not contain, In a lone desert island thou hast died! Thy head is laid where earthly things are vain, At eve' the fisher loaded with a coil Of nets, which he bears homewards with much pain, Rests by thy grave, and from it's sacred soil Slowly retires, and thinks upon the morrow's toil. |