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MADEMOISELLE DE SOMBREUIL TO LIBERTY.
(1793.)
And if I drink this glass of human blood,
You'll spare my father?—Never, at a ball,
Foamed wine so welcome. Give; I'll drain it all.
Oh, never vintage flowed in such a flood!
You'll spare my father?—Never, at a ball,
Foamed wine so welcome. Give; I'll drain it all.
Oh, never vintage flowed in such a flood!
You bid me drink to Freedom? Very good:
It's red as Freedom's sunset which you call
Her glorious sunrise. See, I let none fall;
For I as well as you have Freedom wooed.
It's red as Freedom's sunset which you call
Her glorious sunrise. See, I let none fall;
For I as well as you have Freedom wooed.
O Liberty, O thou upon whose face,
Divine and pure and infinitely fair,
These men have never looked and never will,
Divine and pure and infinitely fair,
These men have never looked and never will,
I drink to thee in this terrific place
This toast of guiltless blood; and if my prayer
Can reach God's throne the world shall see thee still!
This toast of guiltless blood; and if my prayer
Can reach God's throne the world shall see thee still!
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