Bonaparte's Farewell Farewell to the land, where the gloom of my glory Arose and o'ershadow'd the earth with her name! She abandons me now--but the page of her story, The brightest or blackest, is fill'd with my fame; I have war'd with a world which vanquished me only When the meteor of conquest allured me too far; I have coped with the nations which dread me thus lonely, The last single captive to millions in war! Farewell to thee, France!--When thy diadem crown'd me, I made thee the gem and the wonder of earth!-- But thy weakness decrees I should leave as I found thee, Decay'd in thy glory and sunk in thy worth! Oh! for the veteran hearts that were wasted In strife with the storm, when their battles were won-- Then the Eagle, whose gaze in that moment was blasted, Had still soar'd with eyes fixed on Victory's sun! Farewell to thee, France!--but when Liberty rallies Once more in thy regions, remember me then -- The violet grows in the depth of thy valleys: Though withered, thy tears will unfold it again; Yet, yet, I may baffle the hosts that surround me, And yet may thy heart leap awake to my voice!--. They are links which must break in the chain that has bound us; Then turn thee, and call on the Chief of thy choice! H. DE MARSAN Publisher Songs, Ballads, toy books, paper dolls, small playing cards, motto verses, &c 54 Chatham St N. Y. Air: Captain, O'Kean. RG apr00
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