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THE CONFLAGRATION OF MOSCOW.
BY THE REV. C. C. COLTON.
Her royal nest the Russian eagle fires,
thee on-defeat shall goad thee back. False friends in rear, in front a stubborn foe, Thy caterer, famine,— and thy couch the snow : Then view that fiery cope with ghastly smile, 'T is thy ambition's grand funereal pile.
Blaze on, ye gilded domes, and turrets high, And like a furnace glow, thou trembling sky! , Be lakes of fire the tyrant's sole domain, And let that fiend o'er flames and ruins reign; Doomcd like the Rebel Angel, to be shown A fiery dungeon, where he hoped a throne. Blaze on! thou costliest, proudest sacrifice, E'er lit by patriot hands, or fanned by patriot's sighs.
By stubborn constancy of soul, a rock
Then perish temple, palace, fort, or tower That screens a foeman in this 'vengeful hour; Let self-devotion rule this righteous cause, And triumph o'er affections, customs, laws; With Roman daring be the flag unfurled Themselves they conquered first, and then the world; Be this the dirge o'er Moscow's mighty grave, She stood to foster, but she fell to save ! Her flames like Judah's guardian pillar rose To shield her children, to confound her foes; That mighty beacon must not blaze in vain, It rouses earth, and flashes o'er the main.
The sacrifice is made, the deed is done: Russia ! thy woes are finished, Gaul's begun! Soon to return-retire! There is a time When earthly virtue must not cope with crime. Husband thy strength, let not a life be lost, One patriot's life is worth the Gallic host; Unbend awhile thy bow, more strongly still To force thy shaft, and all thy quivers fill; Crouched like the tiger, prescient of the prey, Collect thy might, augmented by delay; Still as the calm, when on her siren breast The slumbering earthquake and the whirlwind rest.