APOSTROPHE TO NATURE.

_("O Soleil!")_

[Bk. II. iv., Anniversary of the Coup d'Etat, 1852.]


O Sun! thou countenance divine!
Wild flowers of the glen,
Caves swoll'n with shadow, where sunshine
Has pierced not, far from men;
Ye sacred hills and antique rocks,
Ye oaks that worsted time,
Ye limpid lakes which snow-slide shocks
Hurl up in storms sublime;
And sky above, unruflfed blue,
Chaste rills that alway ran
From stainless source a course still true,
What think ye of this man?



NAPOLEON "THE LITTLE."

_("Ah! tu finiras bien par hurler!")_

[Bk. III. ii., Jersey, August, 1852.]