BERANGER'S LAST ODE.

Lyttelton Times, Volume VI, Issue 408, 1 October 1856, Page 4

BERANGER'S LAST ODE.

(From the " Examiner.") Poor children! What? Tour fancy is,not o'er That still for freedom you may swell the strain ? And 'aeath the flappings of the Tricolor " Honor the man who bade it live again! Some luckless lays of mine among you live— Forget them now! I have renounced them long. If this their creed, I'd curse the feme they give. Ah! pardon the poor singer and his song.

What likeness 'tween this vaunted " Time Restored?' And the past days J fondly used to sing? I who ne'er ceased to lash in every word Flatt'rer and flunkey, Emperor, Pope, aud King ? if a, great soldier won my lays erewhile, ' Twas that the crownless Captain suffered wrong Brumaire was punished by that lonely Isle. Ah '. pardon the poor singer and Uis soDg. Say, must X isard for me be clear and bright ? And Leverrier old Arago efiaee? Am I the friend of siience and of night? Mast Belinoatet supply my Hugo's place ? Lastly—my God—— so clement, so benign— Is He the God through spies and gaolers strong ? Is he the God of Rome's sword-guarded shrine ? Ah ! pardon the poor sjnger and his song. . Yes ! I hare snng those epic " Frocks of Bine" Bare with the wear and tear that Victory brines True sons of a Republic bold andtrue, Battling for twenty years 'gainst banded kings ; But the trim soldier who now guards us here, To gain a step who'd slay us, right or wrong— Is he my lad who danced and pledged his dear? Ah '. pardon the poor singer and his song. To Poland and to noble Italy France owes a debt of blood to either land : The cannons groan-^-on ! oil! Ah! foolish cry i The groand is all so slippery close at hand. Come! farther off let us plant Freedom's tree, Ay, by main force, if need, the Turks amcfig. Peoples '. with pride your grand'alliance see." Ab ' pardon the poor singer and hi,- song.