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CAXTO III.] Our enemy's—but let not that forbid

Honour to Marceau! o'er whose early tomb

Tears, big tears, gushed from the rough soldier's lid,

Lamenting and yet envying such a doom,

Falling for France, whose rights he battled to resume.

LVII.

Brief, brave, and glorious was his young career,—

His mourners were two hosts, his friends and foes;

And fitly may the stranger lingering here

Pray for his gallant Spirit's bright repose;—

For he was Freedom's Champion, one of those,

The few in number, who had not o'erstept

The charter to chastise which she bestows

On such as wield her weapons; he had kept

The whiteness of his soul—and thus men o'er him wept.N11

LVIII.

Here Ehrenbreitstein,N12 with her shattered wall

Black with the miner's blast, upon her height

Yet shows of what she was, when shell and ball

Rebounding idly on her strength did light:—

A Tower of Victory! from whence the flight

Of baffled foes was watched along the plain: