Memorials Of A Tour On The Continent, 1820 - IV. - After Visiting The Field Of Waterloo
A winged Goddess, clothed in vesture wrought Of rainbow colours; One whose port was bold, Whose overburthened hand could scarcely hold The glittering crowns and garlands which it brought Hovered in air above the far-famed Spot. She vanished; leaving prospect blank and cold Of wind-swept corn that wide around us rolled In dreary billows; wood, and meagre cot, And monuments that soon must disappear: Yet a dread local recompense we found; While glory seemed betrayed, while patriot-zeal Sank in our hearts, we felt as men 'should' feel With such vast hoards of hidden carnage near, And horror breathing from the silent ground!
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