Henry Abbey

McMahon up the street of Paris came, In triumph from Magenta. Every one Had heard and praised the fearless marshal’s name, And gloried in the deeds that he had done. Crowds packed the walks, and at each separate glass A face was set to see …

What do we plant when we plant a tree? A thousand things that we daily see, We plant the spire that out-towers the crag, We plant the staff for our country's flag; We plant the shade from the hot sun free, We plant all these when we plant …

For, looking down the ladder of our deeds,

As thoughts possess the fashion of the mood