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430 All their chains were light to me,

Gazing on thy soul unbent.

IV.

Would the sycophants of him

Now so deaf to duty's prayer,

Were his borrowed glories dim,

In his native darkness share?

Were that world this hour his own,

All thou calmly dost resign,

Could he purchase with that throne

Hearts like those which still are thine?

V.

My Chief, my King, my Friend, adieu!

Never did I droop before;

Never to my Sovereign sue,

As his foes I now implore:

All I ask is to divide

Every peril he must brave;

Sharing by the hero's side

His fall—his exile—and his grave. [First published, Poems, 1816.]