Gift of the Hero, on his dying day,
To her, whose pity watched, for ever nigh;
Oh! could he see the proud, the happy ray,
This relic lights up on her generous eye,
Sighing, he'd feel how easy 'tis to pay
A friendship all his kingdoms could not buy.
Paris, July, 1821
To Lady Holland. On Napoleon's Legacy Op A Snuff-Box.
Thomas Moore
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