Accursed is the march of that glory
Which treads o'er the hearts of the free.

V.
Far dearer the grave or the prison,

Illumed by one patriot name,
Than the trophies of all who have risen

On Liberty's ruins to fame !

THEY MAY RAIL AT THIS LIFE.

Arr.—Noch bonin shin doe.

1.
They may rail at this life-from the hour I began it,

I've found it a life full of kindness and bliss ;
And, until they can show me some happier planet,

More social and bright, I'll content me with this.
As long as the world has such eloquent eyes,

As before me this moment enraptured I see,
They may say what they will of their orbs in the skies,
But this earth is the planet for you, love, and me.

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II.
In Mercury's star, where each minute can bring them

New sunshine and wit from the fountain on high,
Though the nyinphs may have livelier poets to sing

them, They've none, even there, more enamour'd than I. And, as long as this harp can be waken'd to love,

And that eye its divine inspiration shall be,
They may talk as they will of their Edens above,
But this earth is the planet for you, love, and me.

III.
In that star of the west, by whose shadowy splendour.

At twilight so often we've roam'd through the dew
There are maidens, perhaps, who have bosoms as tende

And look, in their twilights, as lovely as you.t But, though they were even more bright than the quer

Of that isle they inbabit in Heaven's blue sea, As I never those fair young celestials have seen,

Why,—this earth is the planet for you, love, and w

* Tous les habitans de Mercure sont vifs. ---Pluralité des Mondes.

+ La Terre pourra être pour Vénus l'étoile du berger et la mère des amours, comme Vénus l'est pour nous. Ib.

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IV.

As for those chilly orbs on the verge of creation,

Where sunshine and smiles must be equally rare, Did they want a supply of cold hearts for that station, Heaven knows we have plenty on earth we could

spare.
Oh! think what a world we should have of it here,

If the haters of peace, of affection and glee,
Were to fly up to Saturn's comfortless sphere,

And leave earth to such spirits as you, love, and me.

OH FOR THE SWORDS OF FORMER TIME!

I.
Oh for the swords of former time!

Oh for the men who bore them,
When, arm'd for Right, they stood sublime,

And tyrants crouch'd before them!
When

pure yet, ere courts began
With honours to enslave him,

The best honours worn by Man

Were those which Virtue gave him. Oh for the swords of former time!

Oh for the men who bore them, When, arm'd for Right, they stood sublime,

And tyrants crouch'd before them!

II.
Oh for the Kings who flourish'd then!

Oh for the pomp that crown’d them, When hearts and hands of freeborn men

Were all the ramparts round them! When, safe built on bosoms true,

The throne was but the centre,
Round which Love a circle drew,

That Treason durst not enter.
Oh for the Kings who flourish'd then!

Oh for the pomp that crown'd them, When hearts and hands of freeborn men

Were all the ramparts round them!

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