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ilt, by his liberal hand. Yet he seem'd in the midst of his good deeds to stand A lone, and unloved, and unlovable man. There appear'd some inscrutable flaw in the plan Of his life, that love fail'd to pass over. That child Alone did not fear him, nor shrink from him; smiled To his frown, and dispell'd it. The sweet sportive elf Seem'd the type of some joy lost, and miss'd, in himself. Ever welcome he suffer'd her glad face to glide In on hours when to others his door was denied: And many a time with a mute moody look He would watch her at prattle and play, like a brook Whose babble disturbs not the quietest spot, But soothes us because we need answer it not. But few years had pass'd o'er that childhood before A change came among them. A letter, which bore Sudden consequence with it, one morning was placed In the hands of the lord of the chateau. He paced To and fro in his chamber a whole night alone After reading that letter. At dawn he was gone. Weeks pass'd. When he came back again he return'd With a tall ancient dame, from whose lips the child learn'd That they were of the same race and name. With a face Sad and anxious, to this wither'd stock of the race He confided the orphan, and left them alone In the old lonely house. In a few days 'twas known, To the angry surprise of half Paris, that one Of the chiefs of that party which, still clinging on To the banner that bears the white lilies of France, Will fight 'neath no other, nor yet for the chance Of restoring their own, had renounced the watchword And the creed of his youth in unsheathing his sword, For a Fatherland father'd no more (such is fate!) By legitimate parents. And meanwhile, elate And in no wise disturbed by what Paris might say, The new soldier thus wrote to a friend far away:-- "To the life of inaction farewell! After all, Creeds the oldest may crumble, and dynasties fall, But the sole grand Legitimacy will endure, In whatever makes death noble, life strong and pure. Freedom! action!... the desert to breathe in--the lance Of the Arab to follow! I go! vive la France!" Few and rare
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