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132 A few fond mourners were kneeling by,

The few that his stern heart cherished;

They knew, by his glazed and unearthly eye,

That life had nearly perished.

They knew by his awful and kingly look,

By the order hastily spoken,

That he dreamed of days when the nations shook,

And the nations' hosts were broken.

He dreamed that the Frenchman's sword still slew,

And triumphed the Frenchman's eagle,

And the struggling Austrian fled anew,

Like the hare before the beagle.

The bearded Russian he scourged again,

The Prussian's camp was routed,

And again on the hills of haughty Spain

His mighty armies shouted.

Over Egypt's sands, over Alpine snows,

At the pyramids, at the mountain,

Where the wave of the lordly Danube flows,

And by the Italian fountain,

On the snowy cliffs where mountain streams

Dash by the Switzer's dwelling,

He led again, in his dying dreams,

His hosts, the proud earth quelling.

Again Marengo's field was won,

And Jena's bloody battle;

Again the world was overrun,

Made pale at his cannon's rattle.