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Well art thou now repaid-though slowly rose,
And struggled long with mists thy blaze of fame,
While like the dawn that in the orient glows
On the broad wave its earlier lustre came;
Then eastern Egypt saw the growing flame,
And Maida's myrtles gleam'd beneath its ray,
Where first the soldier, stung with generous shame,

Rivall’d the heroes of the watry way,
And wash'd in foemen's gore unjust reproach away.

Now, Island Empress, wave thy crest on high,
And bid the banner of thy Patron flow,
Gallant Saint George, the flower of Chivalry,
For thou hast faced, like him, a dragon foe,
And rescued innocence from overthrow,
And trampled down, like him, tyrannic might,
And to the gazing world måyst proudly show

The chosen emblem of thy sainted Knight,
Who quell’d devouring pride, and vindicated right.

Yet ʼmid the confidence of just renown, Renown dear-bought, but dearest thus acquired," Write, Britain, write the moral lesson down: 'Tis not alone the heart with valour fired, The discipline so dreaded and admired, In many a field of bloody conquest known; -Such may by fame be lured, by gold be hired 'Tis constancy in the good cause alone, Best justifies the meed thy valiant sons have won..

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SONGS AND MISCELLANIES.

39

SAINT CLOUD.

[Paris, 5th September, 1815.]

Sort spread the southern summer night

Her veil of darksome blue;
Ten thousand stars combined to light

The terrace of Saint Cloud.

The evening breezes gently sigh’d,

Like breath of lover true, Bewailing the deserted pride

And wreck of sweet Saint Cloud.

The drum's deep roll was heard afar,

The bugle wildly blew
Good-night to Hulan and Hussar,

That garrison Saint Cloud.

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The startled Naiads from the shade

With broken urns withdrew,
And silenced was that proud cascade, -

The glory of Saint Cloud.

We sate upon its steps of stone,
· Nor could its silence rue,
When waked, to music of our own,

The echoes of Saint Cloud.

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