Farewell to thee, France! when thy diadem crowned me,

I made thee the gem and the wonder of earth,—

But thy weakness decrees I should leave as I found thee,[np]

Decayed in thy glory, and sunk in thy worth.

Oh! for the veteran hearts that were wasted

In strife with the storm, when their battles were won—

Then the Eagle, whose gaze in that moment was blasted

Had still soared with eyes fixed on Victory's sun![nq]