Napoleon! he hath come again—borne home
Upon the popular ebbing heart—a sea
Which gathers its own wrecks perpetually,
Majestically moaning. Give him room!
Room for the dead in Paris! welcome solemn!
And grave deep, ’neath the cannon moulded column!
——Napoleon! the recovered name
Shakes the old casements of the world! and we
Look out upon the passing pageantry,
Attesting that the Dead makes good his claim