Oh! blest be thine unbroken light! 7. Thou stood'st, as stands a lovely tree, 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, For heaven in sunshine will requite 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. 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, When 'tis full 'twill burst asunder Never yet was heard such thunder As then shall shake the world with wonder- As o'er heaven shall then be bright'ning! 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 With that youthful chief competed ? Till lone Tyranny commanded? Till, goaded by ambition's sting, |