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Rh IV.

I saw that eagle glance again—the brow was marked with care,

Though rich and regal are the robes the Nation's chief doth wear;

And many an eye now quailed with shame, and many a cheek now glow'd,

As he paid them back with words of love for ev'ry curse bestow'd.

I thought of his unceasing care, his never-ending zeal;

I heard the watchword burst from all—the gath'ring cry—Repeal:

And as his eyes were raised to heav'n—from whence his mission came—

He stood amid the thousands there a monarch save in name!

TO

I.

I lov'd thee—yes, I lov'd thee—oh! how deeply and how well,

The heart that loves alone can feel—what words can ever tell,

Too long I dream'd—I vainly dream'd—affection could reside,

Within that breast of ice and steel—of cold and cutting pride.

II.

But now my bosom thrills no more, as once for thee it thrill'd—

I see the dark and chilly cloud my fancy strove to gild—

The tints that Passion round thee threw—the rays of Love depart—

I know thee, as thou falsely wert—and as thou truly art.