FRANCE AND PRUSSIA. Written in 1870. Head of France, thou didst not well Prussian monarch, hadst thou said But one word, the countless dead Would not have been strown in vain On each bloody battle-plain. Emperor and Monarch, hear- THE INSTABILITY OF EARTHLY GREATNESS. "I went by, and lo! he was gone; I sought him, but his place could no where be found." A little breath of wind, you know, Into a tempest soon may grow, And overthrow the sturdiest tree In all its forest majesty ; So too the Princes of to-day To-morrow may be nought but clay : And changes all the government ; Their robe, their sceptre, and their crown Soon to the dust are tumbled down; Already on the vacant throne There sits in state another one, Who hears the huzzas long and loud Of the ungrateful fickle crowd! Yet do we see men every hour Striving to build them some great tower, THE REDS OF PARIS. "Woe unto them." Ye devilish crew, If Hell itself such Demons hold as you, And point against an unarmed multitude your guns, Mouthing your curses against God most high, And cold of Winter with its ice and frost and snow, |