My Guard!-my chosen,-charge for France,

France, and Napoleon."

43. "Soldiers!-stand firm," exclaimed the British chief,

England shall tell the fight."

44. The combat deepens, " On ye brave!

Who rush to glory or the grave."

45. Bùrst the storm on Phocis' walls!

Rise!-or Greece forever falls.

46. Yet, though destruction sweep these lovely plains
Rise! Fellow men!-our country yet remains.
47. Where was thine arm, O vengeance? and thy rod,
That smote the foes of Zion and of God?

48. Angels! and ministers of Grace! defend us;
Save me, and hover o'er me with your wings,
Ye heavenly Guards!

49. "And do you now put on your best attire? And do you now cull out a holiday?

And do you now strew flowers in his way,

That comes in triumph over Pompey's blood?
Begone!

50. Avaunt!-Fly thither whence thou fled'st; if from this hour,

Within these hallowed limits thou appear,

Back to the infernal pit I drag thee chain'd.

51. And I heard an angel, flying through the midst of heaven, saying with a loud voice

"Wò, wo, wo, to the inhabitants of the earth."

52. But God said unto him, "Thou fool!-this night thy soul shall be required of thee."

53. And he cried and said, "Father Abraham! Have mèrcy upon me."

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