Nor envy those who boast a brighter fate:
But as imperial Cæsar, sped to death,
In royal mantle wrapt, resigned his breath,
Whate’er a future destiny decree,
Be thy proud robe immortal memory!
What reck’st thou who the laurelled crown may wear?
No future e’er can with thy past compare!
THE GUARDIAN GENIUS.[12]
FROM THE FRENCH OF ALPHONSE DE LAMARTINE.
“Poesy is the guardian angel of humanity in all ages.”