Here, re-united, one great race to be.

[A] On the occasion of his poems being crowned by the French Academy.


KINGS OF MEN

AS hills seem Alps, when veiled in misty shroud,

Some men seem kings, through mists of ignorance;

Must we have darkness, then, and cloud on cloud,

To give our hills and pigmy kings a chance?

Must we conspire to curse the humbling light,

Lest some one, at whose feet our fathers bowed,