Festivals have I seen that were not names...

Festivals have I seen that were not names:

This is young Buonaparte's natal day;

And his is henceforth an established sway,

Consul for life. With worship France proclaims

Her approbation, and with pomps and games.

Heaven grant that other Cities may be gay!

Calais is not: and I have bent my way

To the Sea-coast, noting that each man frames

His business as he likes. Another time

That was, when I was here long years ago:

The senselessness of joy was then sublime!

Happy is he, who, caring not for Pope,

Consul, or King, can sound himself to know

The destiny of Man, and live in hope.