XXXVI. By Moscow self-devoted to a blaze She gave, if Faith might tread the beaten ways Of Providence. But now did the Most High Exalt his still small Voice ; to quell that Host Gathered his Power, a manifest Ally; He whose heaped waves confounded the proud boast Of Pharaoh, said to Famine, Snow, and Frost, XXXVII. THE GERMANS ON THE HEIGHTS OF HOCKHEIM. ABRUPTLY paused the Strife; -the field throughout That through the texture of yon azure dome Cleaves its glad way, a cry of harvest home Uttered to Heaven in ecstasy devout! The barrier Rhine hath flashed, through battle-smoke, Fly, wretched Gauls! ere they the charge renew XXXVIII. NOVEMBER, 1813. Now that all hearts are glad, all faces bright, And lamentably wrapt in twofold night, Whom no weak hopes deceived; whose mind ensued, Peace that should claim respect from lawless Might. Permit his heart to kindle, and embrace (Though were it only for a moment's space) The triumphs of this hour; for they are THINE! XXXIX. ON THE DISINTERMENT OF THE REMAINS OF the duke d'enghien. 1 DEAR Reliques! from a pit of vilest mould By aught surrendered from the hollow grave: O murdered Prince! meek, loyal, pious, brave! The power of retribution once was given; But 'tis a rueful thought that willow-bands Of Justice, sent to earth from highest Heaven! XL. OCCASIONED BY THE BATTLE OF WATERLOO, (The last six lines intended for an Inscription.) INTREPID Sons of Albion! not by you Ye slight not life-to God and Nature true; When duty bids you bleed in open war: Hence hath your prowess quelled that impious crew. Yet filled with ardour, and on triumph bent, To you who fell, and you whom slaughter spared, |