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Piled o'er some honoured Chieftain's narrow house.
* Glory to those who in their country's cause ~ Fall in the field of battle! Citizens, " I stand not here to mourn these gallant men, " Qur comrades, nor with vain and idle phrase « Of pity and compassion, to console " The friends who loved them. They, indeed, who fall as Beneath Oppression's banner, merit well
Our pity ; may the GOD OF PEACE AND LOVE “ Be merciful to those blood-guilty men - Who came to desolate the realm of France, “ To make us bow the knee, and crouch like slaves, “ Before a tyrant's footstool ! Give to these, “ And to their wives and orphan little-ones “ That on their distant father vainly cry “ For bread, give these your pity. Wretched men, “ Forced or inveigled from their homes, or driven
By Need and Hunger to the trade of blood; - Or, if with free and willing mind they came, " Most wretehed--for before the eternal throne
They stand, as hireling murderers arraign'd. " But our dead comrades for their freedom fought; “ No.arts they needed, nor the specious bribes " Of promise, to allure them to this fight, “ This holy warfare! them their parents sent, « And as they raised their streaming eyes to Heaven, 50 Bade them go forth, and from the ruffian's sword “ Save their grey hairs: these men their wives-sent forth,
6 Fix'd their last kisses on their * armed hands, " And bade them in the battle think they fought “ For them and for their babes. Thus rous'd to rage
By every milder feeling, they rush'd 'forth, They fought, they conquer'd. To this high-rear'dmound • The men of Orleans shall in after days
Bring their young boys, and tell them of the deeds " Our gallant friends atchieved, and bid them learn " Like them to love their country, and like them, “ Should wild Oppression pour again it's tide.
Of desolation, to step forth and stem “ Fearless, the furious torrent. Men of France ! " Mourn not for these our comrades ; boldly they " Fought the good fight, and that Eternal One,
* Sed contra notria pubes
Silius Italicus. xii. 587.
“ Who bade the angels harbinger his word
Honouring their memories to avenge their fall
Madly will drain her wealth and waste her blood “ To conquer this vast realm ! for, easier were it “ To hur) the rooted mountain from it's base, “. Than force the yoke of slavery upon men “6 Determind to be free : yes-Jet them rage, “ And drain their country's wealth, and waste her blood, " And pour their bireling thousands on our coasts, " Sublime amid the storm shall France arise, " And like the rock amid surrounding waves, “ Repel the rushing ocean-she shall wield “ The thunder she shall blast her despot focs.