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Now let the grazing nations pause,
In awe and reverence here,
While France the mighty mourner bends
Upon her hero's bier.
Ah, fear and hate and rivalry
To human sorrow turn!
E'en haughty England drops a tear
Upon Napoleon's urn.
He will not rise at war's alarms,
Its music, or its moans,
He will not wake when Europe hears
The crash of falling thrones,
When institutions grey with age
Are numbered with forgotten things,
And privilege, and right divine.
And raise the trophies monument,
Earth's tribute to her brave;
The soldiers' place of pilgrimage
Shall be Napoleon's grave.
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