He wants not this; but France shall feel the want
Of this last consolation, though so scant:
Her Honour—Fame—and Faith demand his bones,
To rear above a Pyramid of thrones;
Or carried onward in the battle's van,
To form, like Guesclin's dust, her Talisman[277].
But be it as it is—the time may come
His name shall beat the alarm, like Ziska's drum[278].130
V.
Oh Heaven! of which he was in power a feature;