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Rh All Europe at his nod inclined

With terror dumb

Art thou his ape? March, march behind,

Tom Thumb, Tom Thumb

Napoleon by the cannon's light,

Through smoke and cloud, Guided across the hottest fight

The eagle proud

He forced his way in, at Aicole

And out, with drum— There’s gold for thee, regale thy soul, Tom Thumb, Tom Thumb

Berlin, Vienna, Moscow,—all Before him bent, Not more an angel could appal

On vengeance sent He! Forts and fields! He! Kings and chuals! 'Tis he succumb! But thou,—for thee, lo, here are girls, Tom Thumb, Tom Thumb

He rode o’er mountains and o’er plains, And held confined

Within his palm, the guiding reins, Of all mankind His glories would the navies sink

So vast their sum! For thee—see blood, come run and drink, Tom Thumb, Tom Thumb

Dark, dark archangel—but he fell! Earth felt the sound, And ocean opened by a spell Its gulf profound