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BY some strange alchemy that turns to gold / The light that drops from gray and leaden skies, / Though heavy mists the outer world enfold, / 'Tis always sunshine where Napoleon lies.
No more an exile by an alien sea, / Forgetful of the banishment and bane; / Now lies he there, in kingly dignity, / His tomb a Mecca shrine beside the Seine.