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168 What for him shall she invoke? Shall the oak Bind the man’s triumphant hrow? Shall his daring foot alight On the height? Shall he dwell amidst the humble and the low? Through what tears and sweat and pain, Must he gain Fruitage from the tree of life ? Shall it yield him bitter flavor ? Shall its savor Be as manna midst the turmoil and the strife ? In his cradle slept and smiled Thus the child Who as Prince of Peace was hailed. Thus anigh the mother breast, Lulled to rest, Child-Napoleon down the lilied river sailed. Crowned or crucified—the same Glows the flame Of her deathless love divine. Still the blessed mother stands, In all lands, As she watched beside thy cradle and by mine. Whatso gifts the years bestow, Still men know,