LVI.

By Coblentz, on a rise of gentle ground,

There is a small and simple Pyramid,

Crowning the summit of the verdant mound;

Beneath its base are Heroes' ashes hid—

Our enemy's—but let not that forbid

Honour to Marceau! o'er whose early tomb[is]

Tears, big tears, gushed from the rough soldier's lid,

Lamenting and yet envying such a doom,

Falling for France, whose rights he battled to resume.

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