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Oh! blest be thine unbroken light!
That watch'd me as a seraph's eye,
And stood between me and the night,
For ever shining sweetly nigh.

7.

Thou stood'st, as stands a lovely tree,
That still unbroke, though gently bent,
Still waves with fond fidelity

Its boughs above a monument.

8.

The winds might rend—the skies might pour, But there thou wert-and still would'st be Devoted in the stormiest hour

To shed thy weeping leaves o'er me.

9.

But thou and thine shall know no blight,
Whatever fate on me may fall;

For heaven in sunshine will requite
The kind-and thee the most of all.

10.

Then let the ties of baffled love

Be broken-thine will never break; Thy heart can feel-but will not move;

Thy soul, though soft, will never shake.

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We do not curse thee, Waterloo!

Though Freedom's blood thy plain bedew;

There 'twas shed, but is not sunk

Rising from each gory trunk,
Like the Water-spout from ocean,
With a strong and growing motion-
It soars, and mingles in the air,
With that of lost LABEDOYERE-
With that of him whose honour'd grave
Contains the "bravest of the brave."
A crimson cloud it spreads and glows,
But shall return to whence it rose;

When 'tis full 'twill burst asunder

Never yet was heard such thunder

As then shall shake the world with wonder-
Never yet was seen such lightning,

As o'er heaven shall then be bright'ning!
Like the Wormwood Star foretold

By the sainted Seer of old,

Show'ring down a fiery flood,

Turning rivers into blood. (6)

II.

The Chief has fallen, but not by you,

Vanquishers of Waterloo!

When the soldier citizen

Sway'd not o'er his fellow men—

Save in deeds that led them on
Where Glory smiled on Freedom's son-
Who, of all the despots banded,

With that youthful chief competed ?
Who could boast o'er France defeated,

Till lone Tyranny commanded?

Till, goaded by ambition's sting,
The Hero sunk into the King?
Then he fell;-So perish all,
Who would men by man enthral !

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