LOVE AND FAME. 149 Give me the boon of Love! The lamp of Fame shines far, But Love's soft light glows near and warm A pure and household star. One tender glance can fill the soul With a perennial fire; But Glory's flame burns fitfully A lone, funereal pyre. NAPOLEON AT REST. BY J. PIER PONT. His falchion flashed along the Nile, Here sleeps he now, alone!-not one, Of all the kings whose crowns he gave, Bends o'er his dust; nor wife nor son Has ever seen or sought his grave. Behind the sea-girt rock, the star That led him on from crown to crown Has sunk, and nations from afar Gazed as it faded and went down. High is his tomb: the ocean flood, Far, far below, by storms is curledAs round him heaved, while high he stood, A stormy and unstable world. NAPOLEON AT REST. Alone he sleeps: the mountain cloud, That night hangs round him, and the breath Of morning scatters, is the shroud That wraps the conqueror's clay in death. 151 SHAKSPEARE ODE. BY CHARLES SPRAGUE. GOD of the glorious Lyre! Caught the glad echoes and responsive sang- We consecrate to thee and thine. Fierce from the frozen north, When havoc led his legions forth, O'er Learning's sunny groves the dark destroyer spread : In dust the sacred statue slept, Fair Science round her altars wept, And Wisdom cowled his head. At length, Olympian Lord of morn, The raven veil of night was torn, When, through golden clouds descending, Thou didst hold thy radiant flight, O'er nature's lovely pageant bending, Till Avon rolled, all-sparkling, to thy sight! |