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Before we sketch the Present let us cast	A
A few short rapid glances to the Past	A
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When he who had defied all Europe's strength	B
Beneath his own weak rashness sunk at length	B
When loosed as if by magic from a chain	C
That seemed like Fate's the world was free again	D
And Europe saw rejoicing in the sight	E
The cause of Kings for once the cause of Right	E
Then was indeed an hour of joy to those	F
Who sighed for justice liberty repose	F
And hoped the fall of one great vulture's nest	G
Would ring its warning round and scare the rest	G
All then was bright with promise Kings began	H
To own a sympathy with suffering Man	H
And man was grateful Patriots of the South	I
Caught wisdom from a Cossack Emperor's mouth	I
And heard like accents thawed in Northern air	J
Unwonted words of freedom burst forth there	J
	-
Who did not hope in that triumphant time	K
When monarchs after years of spoil and crime	K
Met round the shrine of Peace and Heaven lookt on	L
Who did not hope the lust of spoil was gone	M
That that rapacious spirit which had played	N
The game of Pilnitz o'er so oft was laid	N
And Europe's Rulers conscious of the past	A
Would blush and deviate into right at last	A
But no the hearts that nurst a hope so fair	J
Had yet to learn what men on thrones can dare	J
Had yet to know of all earth's ravening things	O
The only quite untameable are Kings	O
Scarce had they met when to its nature true	P
The instinct of their race broke out anew	P
Promises treaties charters all were vain	C
And Rapine rapine was the cry again	D
How quick they carved their victims and how well	Q
Let Saxony let injured Genoa tell	Q
Let all the human stock that day by day	R
Was at that Royal slave mart truckt away	R
The million souls that in the face of heaven	S
Were split to fractions bartered sold or given	S
To swell some despot Power too huge before	T
And weigh down Europe with one Mammoth more	T
How safe the faith of Kings let France decide	U
Her charter broken ere its ink had dried	U
Her Press enthralled her Reason mockt again	D
With all the monkery it had spurned in vain	C
Her crown disgraced by one who dared to own	V
He thankt not France but England for his throne	V
Her triumphs cast into the shade by those	F
Who had grown old among her bitterest foes	F
And now returned beneath her conqueror's shields	W
Unblushing slaves to claim her heroes' fields	W
To tread down every trophy of her fame	X
And curse that glory which to them was shame	X
Let these let all the damning deeds that then	D
Were dared thro' Europe cry aloud to men	D
With voice like that of crashing ice that rings	O
Round Alpine huts the perfidy of Kings	O
And tell the world when hawks shall harmless bear	J
The shrinking dove when wolves shall learn to spare	J
The helpless victim for whose blood they lusted	Y
Then and then only monarchs may be trusted	Y
	-
It could not last these horrors could not last	A
France would herself have risen in might to cast	A
The insulters off and oh that then as now	Z
Chained to some distant islet's rocky brow	Z
NAPOLEON ne'er had come to force to blight	E
Ere half matured a cause so proudly bright	E
To palsy patriot arts with doubt and shame	X
And write on Freedom's flag a despot's name	X
To rush into the list unaskt alone	V
And make the stake of all the game of one	S
Then would the world have seen again what power	A2
A people can put forth in Freedom's hour	A2
Then would the fire of France once more have blazed	B2
For every single sword reluctant raised	B2
In the stale cause of an oppressive throne	V
Millions would then have leaped forth in her own	V
And never never had the unholy stain	C
Of Bourbon feet disgraced her shores again	D
	-
But fate decreed not so the Imperial Bird	C2
That in his neighboring cage unfeared unstirred	C2
Had seemed to sleep with head beneath his wing	D2
Yet watched the moment for a daring spring	D2
Well might he watch when deeds were done that made	C2
His own transgressions whiten in their shade	C2
Well might he hope a world thus trampled o'er	A2
By clumsy tyrants would be his once more	T
Forth from his cage the eagle burst to light	C2
From steeple on to steeple winged his flight	C2
With calm and easy grandeur to that throne	V
From which a Royal craven just had flown	V
And resting there as in his eyry furled	C2
Those wings whose very rustling shook the world	C2
	-
What was your fury then ye crowned array	R
Whose feast of spoil whose plundering holiday	R
Was thus broke up in all its greedy mirth	E2
By one bold chieftain's stamp on Gallic earth	E2
Fierce was the cry and fulminant the ban	H
Assassinate who will enchain who can	H
The vile the faithless outlawed lowborn man	H
Faithless and this from you from you forsooth	E2
Ye pious Kings pure paragons of truth	E2
Whose honesty all knew for all had tried	C2
Whose true Swiss zeal had served on every side	C2
Whose fame for breaking faith so long was known	V
Well might ye claim the craft as all your own	V
And lash your lordly tails and fume to see	F2
Such low born apes of Royal perfidy	F2
Yes yes to you alone did it belong	G2
To sin for ever and yet ne'er do wrong	G2
The frauds the lies of Lords legitimate	C2
Are but fine policy deep strokes of state	C2
But let some upstart dare to soar so high	H2
In Kingly craft and outlaw is the cry	H2
What tho' long years of mutual treachery	F2
Had peopled full your diplomatic shelves	I2
With ghosts of treaties murdered 'mong yourselves	I2
Tho' each by turns was knave and dupe what then	D
A holy League would set all straight again	D
Like JUNO'S virtue which a dip or two	P
In some blest fountain made as good as new	P
Most faithful Russia faithful to whoe'er	F2
Could plunder best and give him amplest share	F2
Who even when vanquisht sure to gain his ends	J2
For want of foes to rob made free with friends	J2
And deepening still by amiable gradations	K2
When foes were stript of all then fleeced relations	K2
Most mild and saintly Prussia steeped to the ears	L2
In persecuted Poland's blood and tears	M2
And now with all her harpy wings outspread	C2
O'er severed Saxony's devoted head	C2
Pure Austria too whose history naught repeats	N2
But broken leagues and subsidized defeats	N2
Whose faith as Prince extinguisht Venice shows	F
Whose faith as man a widowed daughter knows	F
And thou oh England who tho' once as shy	H2
As cloistered maids of shame or perfidy	C2
Art now broke in and thanks to CASTLEREAGH	H2
In all that's worst and falsest lead'st the way	R
	-
Such was the pure divan whose pens and wits	O2
The escape from Elba frightened into fits	O2
Such were the saints who doomed NAPOLEON'S life	H2
In virtuous frenzy to the assassin's knife	H2
Disgusting crew who would not gladly fly	H2
To open downright bold faced tyranny	C2
To honest guilt that dares do all but lie	H2
From the false juggling craft of men like these	P2
Their canting crimes and varnisht villanies	P2
These Holy Leaguers who then loudest boast	C2
Of faith and honor when they've stained them most	C2
From whose affection men should shrink as loath	E2
As from their hate for they'll be fleeced by both	E2
Who even while plundering forge Religion's name	X
To frank their spoil and without fear or shame	X
Call down the Holy Trinity to bless	P2
Partition leagues and deeds of devilishness	P2
But hold enough soon would this swell of rage	Q2
O'erflow the boundaries of my scanty page	Q2
So here I pause farewell another day	R
Return we to those Lords of prayer and prey	R
Whose loathsome cant whose frauds by right divine	R2
Deserve a lash oh weightier far than mine	R2

Thomas Moore

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