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428 Oh! for the veteran hearts that were wasted

In strife with the storm, when their battles were won—

Then the Eagle, whose gaze in that moment was blasted

Had still soared with eyes fixed on Victory's sun!

3.

Farewell to thee, France!—but when Liberty rallies

Once more in thy regions, remember me then,—

The Violet still grows in the depth of thy valleys;

Though withered, thy tear will unfold it again—

Yet, yet, I may baffle the hosts that surround us,

And yet may thy heart leap awake to my voice—

There are links which must break in the chain that has bound us,

Then turn thee and call on the Chief of thy choice! July 25, 1815. London. [First published, Examiner, July 30, 1815.]

FROM THE FRENCH

I.

thou go, my glorious Chief,

Severed from thy faithful few?