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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
"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 :
While yet upon their schemes they're bent.
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,
To pillage and to massacre her sons,
And point against an unarmed multitude your guns, Haters of all that's noble and that's good, Confederate with traitors, men defiled with blood,
Mouthing your curses against God most high, As if ye had the strength the Almighty to defy ; Ye would not bow to his correcting hand, Know, then, he hath ten thousand scourges at command, His thunder, and his lightning, and his rain, The shock of earthquake, and the racking hurricane, The choking heat, the scorching fiery glow,
And cold of Winter with its ice and frost and snow,