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 "Such was the grand, the glorious cause that now Hung trembling on Napoleon's single brow; Such the sublime arbitrement, that pour'd, In patriot eyes, a light around his sword, A glory then, which never, since the day Of his young victories, had illum'd its way!""Oh, 'twas not then the time for tame debates, Ye men of Gaul, when chains were at your gates; When he, who fled before your Chieftain's eye, As geese from eagles on Mount Taurus fly, Denounc'd against the land, that spurn'd his chain, Myriads of swords to bind it fast again— Myriads of fierce invading swords, to track Through your best blood his path of vengeance back; When Europe's Kings, that never yet combin'd But (like those upper Stars, that, when conjoin'd, Shed woe and pestilence) to scourge mankind, Gather'd around, with hosts from every shore, Hating Napoleon much, but Freedom more; And, in that coming strife, appall'd to see The world yet left one chance for liberty!— No, 'twas not then the time to weave a net Of bondage round your Chief; to curb and fret Your veteran war-horse, pawing for the fight, When every hope was in his speed and might— To waste the hour of action in dispute, And coolly plan how Freedom's boughs should shoot, When your invader's axe was at the root! No, sacred Liberty! that God, who throws Thy light around, like his own sunshine, knows How well I love thee, and how deeply hate All tyrants, upstart and Legitimate— Yet, in that hour, were France my native land, I would have followed, with quick heart and hand, Napoleon, Nero—ay, no matter whom— To snatch my country from that damning doom,—"