The three so mingled did beseem
The texture of a heavenly dream.

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.

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.]

I.

FAREWELL to the Land, where the gloom of my

Glory

Arose and o'ershadowed the earth with her name— She abandons me now but the page of her story,

The brightest or blackest, is filled with my fame.

I have warred with a world which vanquished 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.

II.

Farewell to thee, France! when thy diadem crowned

me,

I made thee the gem and the wonder of earth, -
But thy weakness decrees I should leave as I found

thee,

Decayed 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 soared with eyes fixed on victory's sun!

III.

Farewell to thee, France! - but when Liberty ral

lies

Once more in thy regions, remember me then,
The violet still grows in the depth of thy valleys;
Though withered, 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 voice-
There are links which must break in the chain that
has bound us,

Then turn thee and call on the Chief of thy choice!

ENDORSEMENT TO THE DEED OF SEPARATION, IN THE APRIL OF 1816.

A YEAR ago you swore, fond she!

"To love, to honor," and so forth : Such was the vow you pledged to me, And here's exactly what 't is worth.

DARKNESS.*

I HAD a dream, which was not all a dream.
The bright sun was extinguished, and the stars
Did wander darkling in the eternal space,
Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth

Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air;
Morn came and went and came, and brought no

day,

And men forgot their passions in the dread
Of this their desolation; and all hearts
Were chilled into a selfish prayer for light:
And they did live by watchfires and the thrones,
The palaces of crowned kings - the huts,

The habitations of all things which dwell,

Were burnt for beacons ; cities were consumed, And men were gathered round their blazing homes

To look once more into each other's face;

Happy were those who dwelt within the eye
Of the volcanos, and their mountain-torch :
A fearful hope was all the world contained ;
Forests were set on fire — but hour by hour
They fell and faded — and the crackling trunks
Extinguished with a crash- and all was black.
The brows of men by the despairing light
Wore an unearthly aspect, as by fits

The flashes fell upon them; some lay down
And hid their eyes and wept; and some did rest
Their chins upon their clenched hands, and smiled;
And others hurried to and fro, and fed

Their funeral piles with fuel, and looked up
With mad disquietude on the dull sky,
The pall of a past world; and then again

With curses cast them down upon the dust,

And gnashed their teeth and howled: the wild birds shrieked,

And, terrified, did flutter on the ground,

And flap their useless wings; the wildest brutes
Came tame and tremulous; and vipers crawled
And twined themselves among the multitude,
Hissing, but stingless-they were slain for food:
And War, which for a moment was no more,
Did glut himself again; a meal was bought

With blood, and each sate sullenly apart

Gorging himself in gloom: no love was left;

All earth was but one thought—and that was

death,

Immediate and inglorious; and the pang

Of famine fed upon all entrails

- men

Died, and their bones were tombless as their flesh;
The meagre by the meagre were devoured,
Even dogs assailed their masters, all save one,
And he was faithful to a corse, and kept
The birds and beasts and famished men at bay,
Till hunger clung them, or the dropping dead
Lured their lank jaws; himself sought out no food,
But with a piteous and perpetual moan,
And a quick desolate cry, licking the hand
Which answered not with a caress - he died.
The crowd was famished by degrees; but two
Of an enormous city did survive,

And they were enemies: they met beside
The dying embers of an altar-place

Where had been heaped a mass of holy things

For an unholy usage; they raked up,

And shivering scraped with their cold skeleton hands

The feeble ashes, and their feeble breath

Blew for a little life, and made a flame

Which was a mockery; then they lifted up

Their eyes as it grew lighter, and beheld

Each other's aspects-saw, and shrieked, and died—
Even of their mutual hideousness they died,
Unknowing who he was upon whose brow
Famine had written Fiend. The world was void,
The populous and the powerful was a lump,
Seasonless, herbless, treeless, manless, lifeless-
A lump of death — a chaos of hard clay.
The rivers, lakes, and ocean all stood still,