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THE THOUGHTS OF MARIE-ANTOINETTE,
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THE THOUGHTS OF MARIE-ANTOINETTE,
ON THE MORNING OF HER EXECUTION, October 16th, 1793.
The expected hour is come at last!
For me the scaffold they prepare:
My love, my king, to thee I haste,
Spirit of Bourbon, meet me there.
Beloved shade! whom I adore,
Thy spirit thro' yon blissful skies
From mine shall wander now no more:
Their fury strikes—I come—I rise.
For me the scaffold they prepare:
My love, my king, to thee I haste,
Spirit of Bourbon, meet me there.
Beloved shade! whom I adore,
Thy spirit thro' yon blissful skies
From mine shall wander now no more:
Their fury strikes—I come—I rise.
The splendour of an earthly throne
Could charm when shar'd, my love, with thee:
But Sorrow mark'd me as her own,
And doom'd a double death for me.
Strike, Frenchmen, strike; my life restore,
For I nor death nor insult dread;
A death inglorious now no more,
Ennobled when my Bourbon bled.
Could charm when shar'd, my love, with thee:
But Sorrow mark'd me as her own,
And doom'd a double death for me.
Strike, Frenchmen, strike; my life restore,
For I nor death nor insult dread;
A death inglorious now no more,
Ennobled when my Bourbon bled.
Alas my children! fearful thought!
That chains my bursting soul below;
Oh! 'tis through you that death comes fraught
With all the agony of woe.
Flow on my tears, your force I own,
Nor blush to have my sorrows seen:
If in my jail the mother groan,
Beneath the steel I'll bleed a Queen.
That chains my bursting soul below;
Oh! 'tis through you that death comes fraught
With all the agony of woe.
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Nor blush to have my sorrows seen:
If in my jail the mother groan,
Beneath the steel I'll bleed a Queen.
If Justice yet her arm suspend,
If heaven awhile prolong your doom,
Monsters! the ripening wrath attend;
It lingers but to strike more home.
But hark! the creaking gates declare
Death soon shall terminate my woes:
Great God! protect my orphan pair!
Great God! forgive my savage foes!
If heaven awhile prolong your doom,
Monsters! the ripening wrath attend;
It lingers but to strike more home.
But hark! the creaking gates declare
Death soon shall terminate my woes:
Great God! protect my orphan pair!
Great God! forgive my savage foes!
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