Reposing, sit’st beneath the palmy shade.
And Thou, not less renown’d in like attempt
Of high achievement, though thy virtue fail’d
To save thy little country, Patriot Prince,
Hero, Philosopher—what more could they
Who wisely chose thee, Paoli, to bless
Thy native Isle, long struggling to be free?
But Heaven allow’d not—yet may’st thou repose
After thy glorious toil, secure of fame
Well-earn’d by virtue: while ambitious France,