POETRY.
TO M. LEON GAMBETTA,
LATE MINISTER OF WAR OF THE GOVERNMENT OP NATIONAL DEFENCE.
FALLEN thou art not, though the hopeless crowd
Who worship crowns and empire cry thee down ; Thine the high victory, the sure renown, Because one voice was thine that cried aloud When all men's tongues were dumb and all heads bowed ; One hand lift up to work deliverance, One trumpet-call to bid war-stricken France Wake and arise regenerate from her shroud ; One steadfast soul that gave despair no hour When all men's eyes were blinded with deep night, But hailed the splendour of a far-seen ray ; One heart whose trust in Freedom's deathless power Burns, a clear sign of solitary light For faith to watch, till all men see full day.
* [Probably our correspondent means that General Butler Introduces his ' resolu-
tion.' There was, we think, no Spectator.]
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