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Light and Life , and Lord of all , Thine is each resplendent world , From this green and sun-lit ball , To the stars through ether hurPd Hear us , Thou on whom we call , Light and Life , and Lord of all !
Kingdom , glory , power are thine , God of all , in earth or heaven ! Flowers that glow , and suns that shine , Thou didst form , and tbou hast given Hear and bless us when we call , Light and Life , and Lord of all !
Such the hymn by nature raisMOh , can man be mute the while ? Can the Maker pass unprais'd , When such works around him smile ? Child of heaven ! go forth and bow , With its light upon thy brow .
Pray that thus the morn of bliss Break at length on thine and thee - Pray that through a life like this God vouchsafe thy light to be : Seek his grace , and own his power , In that pure and golden hour . 1824 . J .
362 Poetry , —Napoleon .
NAPOLEON . ( From the Morning Chronicle . ) He , at whose bidding countless treasures rolled , At whose high mandate empires were controlled ;
He , by whose rapid glance and fatal breath Embattled millions crowded on to death ; On whose least nod the fate of nations hung ; Whom orators have praised , and poets sung ; At whose command the arc triumphal shone , The brazen column and the gilded dome ; Who o ' er the mountains hung in air his road ,
Who looked , who spoke , and was believed a god . Where is he now ? On what new field of war Drives the victorious Emperor King his car ? Exiled his throne—a captive to his foe—E'en death denies the wretch a glorious blow ; On shores remote—the stone without a name , Marks the last refuge of this child of fame .