OCCASIONED BY THE BATTLE OF WATERLOO

FEBRUARY 1816.

          THE Bard--whose soul is meek as dawning day,
          Yet trained to judgments righteously severe,
          Fervid, yet conversant with holy fear,
          As recognising one Almighty sway:
          He--whose experienced eye can pierce the array
          Of past events; to whom, in vision clear,
          The aspiring heads of future things appear,
          Like mountain-tops whose mists have rolled away--
          Assoiled from all encumbrance of our time,
          He only, if such breathe, in strains devout                 10
          Shall comprehend this victory sublime;
          Shall worthily rehearse the hideous rout,
          The triumph hail, which from their peaceful clime
          Angels might welcome with a choral shout!