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Show 'Che Death of Napoleon. Wild was tho night, yet n wilder night Huiik n round tlic soldier's pillow; "L bosom thero waited a llerccr light Than the light on the wrathful billow. A tew fond mourner wero leaning by, Tho fow that bin stern heart chcrlshod; They knew by hU ginned nnd unenrtlily ojo That llto had nearly perished. They know hy bin awful and kingly look, Hi tho order lustily spoken, That he dre lined of dajs when tho nation na-tion shook. And tho nation's hosts wero broken. Ho dimmed that tho Frenchman's sword still slew. And triumphed tho Frenchman's "eagle," And tho struggling Austrian tied nnow, l.lko tho haro bcroro the beagle. Tho bearded Ilusslan ho scourged again, Tho Frucslan's camp was routed. And again on tho hills of haughty Spain Ills mighty armies shouted. Oxer Kgyit'n sands, oer Alpine snows, At tho pyramids, at the mountain, Whero tho wave of the lordly Danubo flows, And by tho Itnllan fountain; On tho snowy cliffs, whero mountain streams Dash by tho Swltzcr's dwelling-, Ho led again. In his dying dreams His hosts, the broad earth quclllnc Again Marengo's Meld was won. And Jena's bloody battle; Again the world was overrun, Mado palo at his cannon's rattle. Ho died nt the close of that darksome day, A day that shall llvo In story; In tho rocky land they placed his clay And left him alona with his glory. |