Fair France's Eagle was Napoleon! he
Soared thro' her sky, a monarch proud and free:
And when the boy-like kingdoms thought to bring
The glorious soarer down with bleeding wing,
With swift, fierce swoop, he darted from on high,
And the rent pigmies, shrieked with mighty cry.
Vain were their wishes, all their envy vain,
They could not bring the soarer to the plain;—
Till Fate's fell arrow—surer than the rest—
Winged the far flight, and pierced his glorious breast.