II. TO J. M. K. My hope and heart is with thee-thou wilt be To scare church-harpies from the master's feast; Half God's good sabbath, while the worn-out clerk Arrows of lightnings. I will stand and mark. III. : MINE be the strength of spirit, full and free, IV. ALEXANDER. WARRIOR of God, whose strong right arm debased There in a silent shade of laurel brown Apart the Chamian Oracle divine Shelter'd his unapproached mysteries: High things were spoken there, unhanded down; Returning with hot cheek and kindled eyes. I V. BUONAPARTE. HE thought to quell the stubborn hearts of oak, Madman !-to chain with chains, and bind with bands That island queen who sways the floods and lands From Ind to Ind, but in fair daylight woke, When from her wooden walls,-lit by sure hands,- Lulling the brine against the Coptic sands. Rocking with shatter'd spars, with sudden fires Flamed over at Trafalgar yet once more We taught him: late he learned humility Perforce, like those whom Gideon school'd with briers. VI. POLAND. How long, O God, shall men be ridden down, Of men? The heart of Poland hath not ceased Transgress his ample bound to some new crown :— Cries to Thee, 'Lord, how long shall these things be? How long this icy-hearted Muscovite Oppress the region ?' Us, O Just and Good, Forgive, who smiled when she was torn in three; Us, who stand now, when we should aid the right— A matter to be wept with tears of blood! |