Napoleon. BY MRS. E. P. HOWARD. NAPOLEON! Napoleon! Alas! that such as thou, Whose intellect doth brightly beam Should wash thy hands in human blood, Brave Corsican! thou might'st have shone With a far holier light, Had not Ambition lured thee on, To such a fearful height: But once her slave, what reck'd ye then? Within thy grasp a crown; Thrones fell beneath thy conquering arm, And empires totter'd down. And she, the peerless Josephine, And raised thee to a throne Why sighs she thus in widowhood, Ambition-demon of thy heart, And bade thee wave thy banner high Aboukir saw thy valor yield, And Lodi's Bridge, thy power; And Waterloo-the closing scene Of horror, and of war, Is chang'd for prison far away- A barren rock his resting place; Lash'd by the ocean's foam. We may not write thy epitaph, |