Does her angel spirit, strong
From some distant sphere descend,
With forgiveness for her wrong,
O'er his dying couch to bend?
From some distant sphere descend,
With forgiveness for her wrong,
O'er his dying couch to bend?
Broken-hearted, beautiful,
Last to close his weary eyes
With her gentle spirit full
Of the love that never dies.
Last to close his weary eyes
With her gentle spirit full
Of the love that never dies.
He the strong and yet the weak,
He the lofty and the low,
Moves his ashen lips to speak
Ere the monster bids him go.
He the lofty and the low,
Moves his ashen lips to speak
Ere the monster bids him go.
One alone Napoleon crowns
First and last his Empress Queen,
List! his mighty spirit sounds
Its last echo, "Josephine."
First and last his Empress Queen,
List! his mighty spirit sounds
Its last echo, "Josephine."
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