IMPERIAL REVELS

 ("Courtisans! attablés dans le splendide orgie.") 
 
 {Bk. I. x., Jersey, December, 1852.} 


 Cheer, courtiers! round the banquet spread— 
 The board that groans with shame and plate, 
 Still fawning to the sham-crowned head 
 That hopes front brazen turneth fate! 
 Drink till the comer last is full, 
 And never hear in revels' lull, 
 Grim Vengeance forging arrows fleet, 
 Whilst I gnaw at the crust 
 Of Exile in the dust— 
 But Honor makes it sweet! 
 
 Ye cheaters in the tricksters' fane, 
 Who dupe yourself and trickster-chief, 
 In blazing cafés spend the gain, 
 But draw the blind, lest at his thief 
 Some fresh-made beggar gives a glance 
 And interrupts with steel the dance! 
 But let him toilsomely tramp by, 
 As I myself afar 
 Follow no gilded car 
 In ways of Honesty. 
 
 Ye troopers who shot mothers down, 
 And marshals whose brave cannonade 
 Broke infant arms and split the stone 
 Where slumbered age and guileless maid— 
 Though blood is in the cup you fill, 
 Pretend it "rosy" wine, and still 
 Hail Cannon "King!" and Steel the "Queen!" 
 But I prefer to sup 
 From Philip Sidney's cup— 
 True soldier's draught serene. 
 
 Oh, workmen, seen by me sublime, 
 When from the tyrant wrenched ye peace, 
 Can you be dazed by tinselled crime, 
 And spy no wolf beneath the fleece? 
 Build palaces where Fortunes feast, 
 And bear your loads like well-trained beast, 
 Though once such masters you made flee! 
 But then, like me, you ate 
 Food of a blessed fête— 
 The bread of Liberty! 
 
 H.L.W. 


 

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