I GRIEVED for Buonaparte, with a vain br And an unthinking grief! The tenderest mood br Of that Man's mind--what can it be? what food br Fed his first hopes? what knowledge could 'he' gain? br 'Tis not in battles that from youth we train br The Governor who must be wise and good, br And temper with the sternness of the brain br Thoughts motherly, and meek as womanhood. br Wisdom doth live with children round her knees: br Books, leisure, perfect freedom, and the talk br Man holds with week-day man in the hourly walk br Of the mind's business: these are the degrees br By which true Sway doth mount; this is the stalk br True Power doth grow on; and her rights are these.