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Well art thou now repaid-though slowly rose,
Rivall’d the heroes of the watry way,
Now, Island Empress, wave thy crest on high,
The chosen emblem of thy sainted Knight,
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..
[Paris, 5th September, 1815.]
Sort spread the southern summer night
Her veil of darksome blue;
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
That garrison Saint Cloud.
The startled Naiads from the shade
With broken urns withdrew,
The glory of Saint Cloud.
We sate upon its steps of stone,
The echoes of Saint Cloud.