Half-shrinkingly—upon his shoulder,

Our Grand Français—so old, so grand!

Ma foi, it palsies the beholder.

And will it lessen my large loss

To fix a stain on the Grand Cross?

Too sanguine? Too seductive? Yes!

But was it not such hopeful charming

That led him to his old success?

The thought is softening, and disarming;

O'er Suez and the Red Sea glance,