3. TO A FRIEND, COMPOSED NEAR CALAIS, On the Road leading to Ardres, August 7th, 1802. Jones! when from Calais southward you and I A homeless sound of joy was in the Sky; Beat like the heart of Man: songs, garlands, play, And now, sole register that these things were, Two solitary greetings have I heard, "Good morrow, Citizen!" a hollow word, As if a dead Man spake it! Yet despair I feel not: happy am I as a Bird: Fair seasons yet will come, and hopes as fair. 4. I griev❜d for Buonaparte, with a vain And an unthinking grief! the vital blood Of that Man's mind what can it be? What food 'Tis not in battles that from youth we train The Governor who must be wise and good, And temper with the sternness of the brain Wisdom doth live with children round her knees: 5. CALAIS, August 15th, 1802. Festivals have I seen that were not names: And his is henceforth an established sway, The destiny of Man, and live in hope. 6. ON THE EXTINCTION OF THE VENETIAN REPUBLIC. Once did she hold the gorgeous East in fee; She was a Maiden City, bright and free; When her long life hath reach'd its final day : Of that which once was great is pass'd away. 7. THE KING OF SWEDEN. The Voice of Song from distant lands shall call How they with dignity may stand; or fall, That thought is one which neither can appal Nor chear him; for the illustrious Swede hath done The thing which ought to be: He stands above All consequences: work he hath begun Of fortitude, and piety, and love, Which all his glorious Ancestors approve: The Heroes bless him, him their rightful Son. |