James and Mary Ford, eds. Every Day in the Year. 1902.
May 5Death of Napoleon
By Isaac McLellan (18061899)
W
Hung round the soldier’s pillow;
In his bosom there waged a fiercer fight
Than the fight on the wrathful billow.
The few that his stern heart cherished;
They knew by his glazed and unearthly eye
That life had nearly perished.
By the order hastily spoken,
That he dreamed of days when the nations shook,
And the nations’ hosts were broken.
And triumphed the Frenchman’s “Eagle;”
And the struggling Austrian fled anew,
Like the hare before the beagle.
The Prussian’s camp was routed,
And again on the hills of haughty Spain
His mighty armies shouted.
At the Pyramids, at the mountain,
Where the wave of the lordly Danube flows,
And by the Italian fountain;
Dash by the Switzer’s dwelling,
He led again, in his dying dreams,
His hosts, the broad earth quelling.
And Jena’s bloody battle;
Again the world was overrun,
Made pale at his cannon’s rattle.
A day that shall live in story;
In the rocky land they placed his clay,
“And left him alone with his glory.”